Introduction
We're All Liars At Heart...
Welcome To Ivy-Leaf Prep, a school where absolutely everyone has a secret. See that fourteen year old girl with the glasses and the shy smile? Prostitute. The handsome jock with the six pack? Never kissed anyone. But what if someone figured out your secret? What would you do to keep it from spreading?
Ivy-Leaf Prep may seem like your typical highschool, with it's cliques - the jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the hipsters, the loners, the rebels - and much more. But on the inside, it's much more. One person in here knows everything about you, from your family life, to your nervous habits... not to mention your dirty little secrets.
One day, you get a mysterious text from a Blocked Number. The only clue to who it came from is the signing at the end of the message, a --A. Who is this A? And how does she know everything?
It's up to you how to react. But be warned - if you don't follow A's instructions, your secrets are at stake.
Basically
You start getting texts from a mysterious figure who goes by A, who claims to know all your secrets, and will tell everyone the secrets if you don't do exactly what she says.
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Abrianna's phone lit up, and she pulled it out of her pocket to check. She didn't have to be sneaky in the bathroom. She read the text.
From: Blocked Number
Hmm, I was thinking maybe tell one of your secrets? xxx -- A
This was getting really old really fast. She replied:
"And what makes you think anyone would believe you? You tell someone I'm pregnant, then I say I'm not. Problem solved. People would believe me over a random stranger any day."
She slipped the phone back in her pocket.
From: Blocked Number
Hmm, I was thinking maybe tell one of your secrets? xxx -- A
This was getting really old really fast. She replied:
"And what makes you think anyone would believe you? You tell someone I'm pregnant, then I say I'm not. Problem solved. People would believe me over a random stranger any day."
She slipped the phone back in her pocket.
Piper Lancaster
Piper had to use the sink for support as she cried in the bathroom, the sobs coming from her mouth trying to be muffled, but failing miserably. Her emotions were easily accessible, and with someone being so cruel as to text her things like this, she was already broken. She went through her mind, creating a mental list of who it could be that was trying to destroy her reputation and her life. It wouldn't be Dayna.. or any other cheerleaders... it wouldn't be Robbie or Jason, or the jocks... or Quinn or Abrianna, the lower down nerdy-kids... she really had no idea who it was that wanted to hurt her like this. Sure, Abrianna's name began with an "A", but someone wouldn't be so stupid as to use their own initial, would they? The brunette girl wasn't sure at all; the only thing she did know was that she was not going to let this person ruin her life.
However, soon, she was joined in the bathroom by Danya, and one hug from her best friend almost sent her over the edge again, her sniffles only appearing for a moment. She rested her chin on the blonde's shoulder for a moment and took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. However, the next thing that came out of her friends mouth shocked her, and she pulled back to arms length, her face holding a confused expression. "What? Y-you... did you get one too?" She sniffed, popping into the cubical behind Danya, to grab some tissue. She smiled softly to Quinn as she too came into the bathroom, but didn't start up a conversation. Right now, she was too busy, her mind fluttering around. "So... was your text... erm... private? Something... you've never told anyone before?" She asked, her voice hushed so that only the two of them would be able to hear. Piper wasn't going to tell Danya her secret - it would probably be all over the school in a matter of minutes, but she still wanted to know if she had the same problem - that someone knew her deepest, darkest secrets. She felt comforted even more when Rita came in too, and stood close to her, the two other cheerleaders like back up to her at the moment. "I just..."
The brunette had begun to tell Rita what was happening, but they were interrupted again by the entrance of Abrianna, the cute little nerdy girl. However, she didn't stop, and rushed into the cubical that Piper had grabbed tissue from, and began to throw up. Great, this situation was already awkward enough. She shook her head when the sick girl asked for anything for nausea; it was rare that Piper ever felt sick or down, so she never carried any sort of medication around with her. Then, her phone tinkled again, the tone aloud, for everyone in the room to hear.
Her hands were shaky as she backed away from the two other girls that had been comforting her, and she stood in the corner. Her phone slipped out of her pocket, and the other females in the room would have been able to see Piper's face drop in horror as her eyes read through the text again.
She was able to type back a response before her eyes filled with tears again, and began to spill over once more.
Robbie Devaux
Robbie was getting confused by the amount of texts on his phone, from Abrianna, and Dayna, and that horrible, unknown number that was already plaguing his mind. "Mhm? You haven't told anyone?" He asked her again after she had answered him, and his face contorted into an expression of confusion. "Really?" But then how does this person know... "You know I wouldn't, I promised, remember? I just got a text... don't worry." He stopped whispering to his best friend as the teacher shot a dirty look in his direction, and he started pretending to pay attention in class; the "notes" that he was writing down only being doodles on the side of his page.
Then, Abrianna literally got up and dashed to the bathroom, the room which happened to be across from his classroom. Many of the girls had gone in there - he had seen Piper go in before lesson began, and Dayna had left only moments before Nev, winking in his direction as she went. He just nodded to her, his face still frozen into an expression in between confusion and fear. Before he moved from his seat, he quickly tapped back a response to the unknown number, his eyebrows furrowing as he did so.
Robbie hated swearing, but there was no other way to describe his distaste for his father without using one. He dropped his phone back into his pockets, the colour probably have visably drained from his face. "I'm going to to the toilet." He spoke, getting up from his seat. He didn't wait for a reply before heading out of the classroom, standing just around the corner from the girl's bathroom. He could hear them talking inside; Nev asking for some medication of sorts, Piper sniffling, as if she had been crying, Danya saying something about a threatening text...
Before he even thought about it, the male popped his head around the door of the bathroom, probably shocking all of the women in there. "I'm sorry to intrude ladies, but... Danya, what did you just say?"
Piper had to use the sink for support as she cried in the bathroom, the sobs coming from her mouth trying to be muffled, but failing miserably. Her emotions were easily accessible, and with someone being so cruel as to text her things like this, she was already broken. She went through her mind, creating a mental list of who it could be that was trying to destroy her reputation and her life. It wouldn't be Dayna.. or any other cheerleaders... it wouldn't be Robbie or Jason, or the jocks... or Quinn or Abrianna, the lower down nerdy-kids... she really had no idea who it was that wanted to hurt her like this. Sure, Abrianna's name began with an "A", but someone wouldn't be so stupid as to use their own initial, would they? The brunette girl wasn't sure at all; the only thing she did know was that she was not going to let this person ruin her life.
However, soon, she was joined in the bathroom by Danya, and one hug from her best friend almost sent her over the edge again, her sniffles only appearing for a moment. She rested her chin on the blonde's shoulder for a moment and took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. However, the next thing that came out of her friends mouth shocked her, and she pulled back to arms length, her face holding a confused expression. "What? Y-you... did you get one too?" She sniffed, popping into the cubical behind Danya, to grab some tissue. She smiled softly to Quinn as she too came into the bathroom, but didn't start up a conversation. Right now, she was too busy, her mind fluttering around. "So... was your text... erm... private? Something... you've never told anyone before?" She asked, her voice hushed so that only the two of them would be able to hear. Piper wasn't going to tell Danya her secret - it would probably be all over the school in a matter of minutes, but she still wanted to know if she had the same problem - that someone knew her deepest, darkest secrets. She felt comforted even more when Rita came in too, and stood close to her, the two other cheerleaders like back up to her at the moment. "I just..."
The brunette had begun to tell Rita what was happening, but they were interrupted again by the entrance of Abrianna, the cute little nerdy girl. However, she didn't stop, and rushed into the cubical that Piper had grabbed tissue from, and began to throw up. Great, this situation was already awkward enough. She shook her head when the sick girl asked for anything for nausea; it was rare that Piper ever felt sick or down, so she never carried any sort of medication around with her. Then, her phone tinkled again, the tone aloud, for everyone in the room to hear.
Her hands were shaky as she backed away from the two other girls that had been comforting her, and she stood in the corner. Her phone slipped out of her pocket, and the other females in the room would have been able to see Piper's face drop in horror as her eyes read through the text again.
She was able to type back a response before her eyes filled with tears again, and began to spill over once more.
[/quote]To: Blocked Number
Message:
How... how do you know this? How do you know about the night on the road... the feet... my father... please, tell me! You don't understand...
From: Piper Lancaster
Robbie Devaux
Robbie was getting confused by the amount of texts on his phone, from Abrianna, and Dayna, and that horrible, unknown number that was already plaguing his mind. "Mhm? You haven't told anyone?" He asked her again after she had answered him, and his face contorted into an expression of confusion. "Really?" But then how does this person know... "You know I wouldn't, I promised, remember? I just got a text... don't worry." He stopped whispering to his best friend as the teacher shot a dirty look in his direction, and he started pretending to pay attention in class; the "notes" that he was writing down only being doodles on the side of his page.
Then, Abrianna literally got up and dashed to the bathroom, the room which happened to be across from his classroom. Many of the girls had gone in there - he had seen Piper go in before lesson began, and Dayna had left only moments before Nev, winking in his direction as she went. He just nodded to her, his face still frozen into an expression in between confusion and fear. Before he moved from his seat, he quickly tapped back a response to the unknown number, his eyebrows furrowing as he did so.
[/quote]To: Blocked Number
So what? You were there that night I was with Nev? Who cares - we're friends. And you don't know shit about my father.
From: Robert
Robbie hated swearing, but there was no other way to describe his distaste for his father without using one. He dropped his phone back into his pockets, the colour probably have visably drained from his face. "I'm going to to the toilet." He spoke, getting up from his seat. He didn't wait for a reply before heading out of the classroom, standing just around the corner from the girl's bathroom. He could hear them talking inside; Nev asking for some medication of sorts, Piper sniffling, as if she had been crying, Danya saying something about a threatening text...
Before he even thought about it, the male popped his head around the door of the bathroom, probably shocking all of the women in there. "I'm sorry to intrude ladies, but... Danya, what did you just say?"
To: Blocked Number
Message:
And what makes you think anyone would believe you? You tell someone I'm pregnant, then I say I'm not. Problem solved. People would believe me over a random stranger any day
From: Abrianna Jones
To: Abrianna Jones
Message:
What makes you think I'm a random stranger? I could be anyone. I could be anyone. Piper Lancaster, Dayna Everly? Possibly. It would make sense, right? IfI were to be a popular student, it would be easy to figure out your secrets. Who do you think people would believe then? xx -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
How... how do you know this? How do you know about the night on the road... the feet... my father... please, tell me! You don't understand...
From: Piper Lancaster
To: Piper Lancaster
Message:
Don't understand what? After all of that, you still think I don't know you. A does her research... ;) -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
So what? You were there that night I was with Nev? Who cares - we're friends. And you don't know shit about my father.
From: Robert Devaux
To: Robert Devaux
Message:
You're right - I don't know 'bout your father. But I know about you, don't I? xx -- A
PS: I think I know why 'Nev' has been acting strange!!! ;) xx
From: Blocked Number
To: All Contacts
Message:
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
Message:
And what makes you think anyone would believe you? You tell someone I'm pregnant, then I say I'm not. Problem solved. People would believe me over a random stranger any day
From: Abrianna Jones
To: Abrianna Jones
Message:
What makes you think I'm a random stranger? I could be anyone. I could be anyone. Piper Lancaster, Dayna Everly? Possibly. It would make sense, right? IfI were to be a popular student, it would be easy to figure out your secrets. Who do you think people would believe then? xx -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
How... how do you know this? How do you know about the night on the road... the feet... my father... please, tell me! You don't understand...
From: Piper Lancaster
To: Piper Lancaster
Message:
Don't understand what? After all of that, you still think I don't know you. A does her research... ;) -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
So what? You were there that night I was with Nev? Who cares - we're friends. And you don't know shit about my father.
From: Robert Devaux
To: Robert Devaux
Message:
You're right - I don't know 'bout your father. But I know about you, don't I? xx -- A
PS: I think I know why 'Nev' has been acting strange!!! ;) xx
From: Blocked Number
To: All Contacts
Message:
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
Normally, Rita would have offered to help Abrianna out, when the other girl dashed into the stall to throw up, but she was with Dayna and Piper, so she had to feign indifference. Sure Abrianna was alright - Rita was friendly with her - but appearances were everything. Rita had to be careful with whom she was seen or not seen with. Instead, Rita listened as Piper began relating a tale about a text message, when the girl's phone went off. Rita could immediately sense whatever Piper had recieved was something terrible. The girl drew back into a corner, then turned as pale as a sheet.
"Piper, what is it?" asked Rita. Her voice was sharp and full of the same concern she showed whenever she sensed something had happened to Ralph. "Is someone harassing you? Do you think we should show this to a teacher?" The tempo of her voice picked up. She was getting upset. No one fucked with her friends. Rita's Big Sister mode was kicking in. If some creep was harassing Piper, either sexually, or as a flat out bully, Rita wouldn't stand for it. She'd find that little bitch, and gut him or her. She ignored the male's voice coming over from the door, and drew close to comfort her distraught friend.
"Piper, what is it?" asked Rita. Her voice was sharp and full of the same concern she showed whenever she sensed something had happened to Ralph. "Is someone harassing you? Do you think we should show this to a teacher?" The tempo of her voice picked up. She was getting upset. No one fucked with her friends. Rita's Big Sister mode was kicking in. If some creep was harassing Piper, either sexually, or as a flat out bully, Rita wouldn't stand for it. She'd find that little bitch, and gut him or her. She ignored the male's voice coming over from the door, and drew close to comfort her distraught friend.
Rob popped his head into the bathroom at the same time Nev's phone rang. She read the text, then looked at the girls in the room with her. Piper had her phone out too, could it be her? She seemed too distraught to pull this stunt right now. She hadn't seen anyone else use their phone. It was so frustrating. She threw her phone on the bathroom floor, making a clang, and ran out of the bathroom, slightly pushing Robbie outta the way. She went back to the classroom, acting perfectly fine, sat in her seat, and layed her head down. She had finished her work anyway, so the teacher wouldn't care if she laid her head down.
Dayna shrugged at Rita's questioning glance. Dayna felt her jaw twitch when Abrianna walked in. First her crush now she was trying to steal her friends? She kept her cool though.
"I have some midol." She fumbled through her bag and emptied it contents out. Unknowingly she pulled out her morning after pills as she searched but the second she remembered she shoved them back in her bag. When her phone buzzed she immidiatly checked. Just as she thought it was a message from A.
She shoved it back in her purse just as Robert popped his head through the door. Then all hell broke lose. She could risk telling Piper and maybe even Rita, but the girl who she's most jealous of, and the guy she liked for like 2 years was a different story.
"I-I have to go," She said suddenly feeling light headed again. She turned to Piper and gave her an apologetic smile and said in a shaky voice "I'll text you.." Suddenly she could feel all the blood draining out her face and couldn't feel her limbs. Although she was fighting to move they wouldn't and she could feel herself getting weaker. She wanted to disappear and suddenly regretted leaving her safe bed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered before swiftly walking out the bathroom. She couldn't risk letting them see her cry. It hurt too much. She quickly turned the corner and headed down the hallway. Not making it very far. Soon she could feel herself slumping against the wall and hyperventilation.
She pulled out her phone and texted A
"I have some midol." She fumbled through her bag and emptied it contents out. Unknowingly she pulled out her morning after pills as she searched but the second she remembered she shoved them back in her bag. When her phone buzzed she immidiatly checked. Just as she thought it was a message from A.
To: All Contacts
Message:
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
She shoved it back in her purse just as Robert popped his head through the door. Then all hell broke lose. She could risk telling Piper and maybe even Rita, but the girl who she's most jealous of, and the guy she liked for like 2 years was a different story.
"I-I have to go," She said suddenly feeling light headed again. She turned to Piper and gave her an apologetic smile and said in a shaky voice "I'll text you.." Suddenly she could feel all the blood draining out her face and couldn't feel her limbs. Although she was fighting to move they wouldn't and she could feel herself getting weaker. She wanted to disappear and suddenly regretted leaving her safe bed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered before swiftly walking out the bathroom. She couldn't risk letting them see her cry. It hurt too much. She quickly turned the corner and headed down the hallway. Not making it very far. Soon she could feel herself slumping against the wall and hyperventilation.
She pulled out her phone and texted A
To: Blocked number
Message: You win, whatever you want. I swear I'll do anything just tell me. I promise I wont tell anybody. Just leave me alone. Your literally killing me.
From: Dayna
To: Jason Bilson
Message:
Jason, remember that think we talked about? I'm sure you haven't forgotten, it can't be that easy to forget. Just a reminder: Off you go! And tell no one. Or you know what ;) -- A
From: Blocked Number
Jason checked his phone again as he got a new text from --A ."Like the usual as always".He was going to send her a message back about everyone as he had something to do and he was gonna finish it.
To: Blocked Number[b]Message:
I would never wuss out and besides I have work to do ;)
From: Jason[b]
Jason put his phone back in his pocket."Oh man I really need to take a break on candy these days and make myself feel better ''.He left the classroom and had a sudden urge to pee as he put his book bag in his locker and closed it taking off his varsity jacket and showing hisYCM shirt of one of his favorite cartoonist designers.He walked towards the boys bathroom as he could hear something in the girls.As his gut would've told him ..."Hey when you die you will always look back and say i never got to do that as you rot in your grave".He walked in and opened one of the doors to find Quinn Sitting in one."Oh,hey Quinn i didn't see you there ...this may be awkward to me but i'm panicking so please calm me down".Jason chuckled.
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To: Quinn Lyttle
This is A, aka; your worst nightmare ;) And why I am texting you? I think you should know that none of your secrets are safe. -- A
From: Blocked Number
"A" was quick to respond, almost immediate, which worried Quinn. No one was close enough to her to know this, no one she knew could care enough to try to hurt her this way. Sure, she'd had her fair share of bullies, present company included, but no one had ever been able to pin her past the freaky, loner lesbian. No, this was too personal, and the not knowing scared her. Turning from the door, she walked hurriedly past the growing hoard of girls and stared intently at her phone, taking up residence in a small stall before replying to the mysterious attacker.
To: Blocked Number
Why are you texting me, though? And what the fuck do you mean by my secrets!?
From: Quinn Lyttle
She held her breath, not sure of what to expect. Realizing the door to the stall was still open, she reached up to lock herself in, but was stopped by the next text that she received.
To: All Contacts
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
All contacts? That had to mean that there was more than one other person involved. But were they allies, people being harassed just as Quinn was, or was A sharing her texts with fellow conspirators? Or, a sudden, paranoid idea, what if there were no others, and A had sent it just to give her doubts? Quinn's mind fell into a whirlwind of worry. A ringing began in her ears, drowning out the voices outside of the stall, and she refused to close her eyes.
"Oh, hey Quinn I didn't see you there... this may be awkward, but I'm panicking so please calm me down."
Her eyes snapped upward and she jumped a little in surprise, slamming her phone shut with one hand. A young man, a cute one at that, stood in the doorway of the stall. Quinn didn't even know his name, so it made little sense that he would know hers. Even stranger, she'd seen him around... a thoroughbred jock. Why would he come to her for anything, unless of course to poke fun? And, the biggest question on her mind, why was he in the girls bathroom!?
"Um... I'm sorry, but why are you here, exactly?"
Hearing footsteps, Nikolai attempted to imagine himself into thin air. As always, this didn't work in any way at all. However, he still tried his best to turn invisible, even if there was no way to actually do so.
All that changed upon hearing his name. His glanced up, quickly pasting a small smile onto his face, hoping that he looked cheerful enough. "Oh, hi," he said, assuming a cheerful voice that was completely false. Hopefully, this guy wouldn't realise that it was completely faked. "You're... um... Tokishio...?" he asked hesitantly, not wanting to get the male's name wrong. After talking to too many people, all the names in his head began to flow together, so Nikolai was never particularly good at remembering names.
He glanced around, forcing his face to morph into an expression of surprise. Luckily, Nikolai had some practise acting, so he managed to pull off a partially life-like expression, at least. "Where on earth is everyone? Please don't tell me I'm late! Did I not hear the bell?" he asked, making his voice raise slightly in pitch to emulate shock. If he was doing what he wanted, Nikolai would currently be speaking in a monotone, with a completely expressionless face, but, if he did what he wanted, he would seem weak, at least in his own eyes.
Nikolai slowly staggered to his feet, trying to stand up without actually using his arms and instead letting them dangle limply at his sides. That didn't work out all to well, considering Nikolai's leg strength wasn't particularly notable, and, eventually, he had to grab onto the handle of one of the lockers in order to pull himself to his feet. "Ugh. I woke up really late this morning, so I'm a bit out of it today." Of course, this was a complete lie, but he had to have some sort of excuse. After all, saying 'Oh, someone was harassing me via text, so I destroyed drawings which I poured my heart and soul into, and then self-harmed on top of it' probably wouldn't go over very well.
Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Nikolai gritted his jaw, clenching his fists. This person would not give up, would they? He pulled his phone out, opening it. "Pardon my rudeness," he apologised, glancing up at the younger male. "Mother just got a new phone yesterday, and has not stopped texting me. She doesn't seem to understand the concept of inconvenient situations, apparently, and tends to have panic attacks if I don't reply immediately. Or so she says." Yet another lie. Nikolai's mother never texted him. The last time she texted had been over six years ago, and was to tell him that his great-grandmother had died. But, what else could he say? It wasn't like he could tell people about this anonymous texter, after all. What if they decided to reveal his secrets if he told people? And even if they didn't, he would have to reveal his secrets just to have a solid argument as to why he was being harassed by this texter. He glanced down, quickly reading the text that he had been sent.
The thin male paled. Reveal his secrets?! Why?! What had he done that annoyed someone so much? He mentally scanned through every one of his actions the past few weeks. He couldn't recall anything major he had done to annoy anyone. Had he said something wrong? Why were they torturing him so? For some reason, the thoughts of all the presentations on cyberbullying he had seen sprang to mind. Oh, how he had mocked such presentations in the past, thinking that it was some sort of joke and that if people were being cyberbullied, they would feel perfectly fine to tell someone. How wrong he had been. Only now did Nikolai actually see why nobody every said anything if they were being bullied; why nobody ever tried to stand up for themselves. It was such a frightening concept, that nobody ever attempted to do so. His fingers flew over the keys of his phone as he typed.
It was time to take a different approach. If this person wasn't going to be told that he knew nothing, he had to figure out what they wanted. Maybe then he would have a chance at stopping the texts and keeping his secrets safe. But, what if they didn't want anything, other than the pure feeling of the power of knowing his secrets, and being able to control him in such a way? Then he would be able to do absolutely nothing, nothing at all. And, still, the question at the back of his mind nagged him: How did they find out? Nobody, not even his parents, knew of his love of fashion design. Nikolai always kept his sketches hidden, and only worked on them when he was absolutely positive that he was alone. Clearly, he hadn't been positive enough about him being alone.
Suddenly, he received another text message. Had this anonymous '-- A' even looked at his last text? It seemed not.
His forehead furrowed in confusion as he read the info about who it was sent to. 'All contacts'. Did that mean he wasn't the only person being harassed in such a way. Who were the others? Was Tokishio one of them. He quickly sent back a message.
Once that was sent, he finally glanced up at Tokishio. "Pardon that," he said, putting on a sheepish grin, forcing his face to relax. There was still the slightest hint of creases in his forehead, proving that Nikolai wasn't actually relaxed at all. "Mother gets so anxious at times. It really begins to get annoying." He put his phone back in his pocket, determined not to answer if he received another text. After all, surely they wouldn't have any way to bully him if he didn't reply.
Not. They could always reveal his secrets. Nikolai's blood ran cold at the concept, and his hands clenched into fists once again, sending shoots of pain running across the tender skin that was being stretched by this action. Suppressing a yelp, he tried to annoy the pain, letting his hands relax.
"What time is it? How late for class am I?" He had U.S. History right now, clearly not the most entertaining of classes, but he had to hope that he wasn't too late. His grade in that one class was absolutely hideous, being near failing. It wasn't that Nikolai had trouble with the subject, it was just that he absolutely detested it and found it completely boring. His teacher was an annoying nag who spoke in a monotonous drone, and the topic itself really wasn't particularly exciting. After almost four years of the class throughout his education, Nikolai was quite positive he knew just about every fact there was to know about the history of the United States. You could only fit so much into about 200 years, after all.
On the plus side, Nikolai was quite positive that he had seen Tokishio in his class before. Or maybe it was just a look-alike. He had never actually bothered to actually learn who any of his classmates were, tending to reserve U.S. History as nap-time. He hoped that Tokishio was in his class; it would give him someone to stare at. Nikolai couldn't risk falling asleep during this class, he was already too far behind. Besides, Tokishio was worth looking at. He was cute. Probably straight as an arrow, but still cute. And even if he was straight, being looked at never hurt anybody.
Besides, Nikolai was good at pretending his was staring off into space when he was actually staring at somebody.
All that changed upon hearing his name. His glanced up, quickly pasting a small smile onto his face, hoping that he looked cheerful enough. "Oh, hi," he said, assuming a cheerful voice that was completely false. Hopefully, this guy wouldn't realise that it was completely faked. "You're... um... Tokishio...?" he asked hesitantly, not wanting to get the male's name wrong. After talking to too many people, all the names in his head began to flow together, so Nikolai was never particularly good at remembering names.
He glanced around, forcing his face to morph into an expression of surprise. Luckily, Nikolai had some practise acting, so he managed to pull off a partially life-like expression, at least. "Where on earth is everyone? Please don't tell me I'm late! Did I not hear the bell?" he asked, making his voice raise slightly in pitch to emulate shock. If he was doing what he wanted, Nikolai would currently be speaking in a monotone, with a completely expressionless face, but, if he did what he wanted, he would seem weak, at least in his own eyes.
Nikolai slowly staggered to his feet, trying to stand up without actually using his arms and instead letting them dangle limply at his sides. That didn't work out all to well, considering Nikolai's leg strength wasn't particularly notable, and, eventually, he had to grab onto the handle of one of the lockers in order to pull himself to his feet. "Ugh. I woke up really late this morning, so I'm a bit out of it today." Of course, this was a complete lie, but he had to have some sort of excuse. After all, saying 'Oh, someone was harassing me via text, so I destroyed drawings which I poured my heart and soul into, and then self-harmed on top of it' probably wouldn't go over very well.
Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Nikolai gritted his jaw, clenching his fists. This person would not give up, would they? He pulled his phone out, opening it. "Pardon my rudeness," he apologised, glancing up at the younger male. "Mother just got a new phone yesterday, and has not stopped texting me. She doesn't seem to understand the concept of inconvenient situations, apparently, and tends to have panic attacks if I don't reply immediately. Or so she says." Yet another lie. Nikolai's mother never texted him. The last time she texted had been over six years ago, and was to tell him that his great-grandmother had died. But, what else could he say? It wasn't like he could tell people about this anonymous texter, after all. What if they decided to reveal his secrets if he told people? And even if they didn't, he would have to reveal his secrets just to have a solid argument as to why he was being harassed by this texter. He glanced down, quickly reading the text that he had been sent.
To: Nikolai Belikov
Message:
Please, please, please don't play dumb with me. It gets me annoyed, maybe annoyed enough to tell one of your secrets? xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
The thin male paled. Reveal his secrets?! Why?! What had he done that annoyed someone so much? He mentally scanned through every one of his actions the past few weeks. He couldn't recall anything major he had done to annoy anyone. Had he said something wrong? Why were they torturing him so? For some reason, the thoughts of all the presentations on cyberbullying he had seen sprang to mind. Oh, how he had mocked such presentations in the past, thinking that it was some sort of joke and that if people were being cyberbullied, they would feel perfectly fine to tell someone. How wrong he had been. Only now did Nikolai actually see why nobody every said anything if they were being bullied; why nobody ever tried to stand up for themselves. It was such a frightening concept, that nobody ever attempted to do so. His fingers flew over the keys of his phone as he typed.
To: Blocked Number
Message:
What are you doing this? Who are you?! What did I do to offend you so? Do you want money or something that you can't get your hands on? I can get you those things! Why don't you tell me who you are, and we can meet in person and talk!
From: Nikolai Belikov
It was time to take a different approach. If this person wasn't going to be told that he knew nothing, he had to figure out what they wanted. Maybe then he would have a chance at stopping the texts and keeping his secrets safe. But, what if they didn't want anything, other than the pure feeling of the power of knowing his secrets, and being able to control him in such a way? Then he would be able to do absolutely nothing, nothing at all. And, still, the question at the back of his mind nagged him: How did they find out? Nobody, not even his parents, knew of his love of fashion design. Nikolai always kept his sketches hidden, and only worked on them when he was absolutely positive that he was alone. Clearly, he hadn't been positive enough about him being alone.
Suddenly, he received another text message. Had this anonymous '-- A' even looked at his last text? It seemed not.
To: All Contacts
Message:
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
His forehead furrowed in confusion as he read the info about who it was sent to. 'All contacts'. Did that mean he wasn't the only person being harassed in such a way. Who were the others? Was Tokishio one of them. He quickly sent back a message.
To: Blocked Number
Message:
Or else what???????
From: Nikolai Belikov
Once that was sent, he finally glanced up at Tokishio. "Pardon that," he said, putting on a sheepish grin, forcing his face to relax. There was still the slightest hint of creases in his forehead, proving that Nikolai wasn't actually relaxed at all. "Mother gets so anxious at times. It really begins to get annoying." He put his phone back in his pocket, determined not to answer if he received another text. After all, surely they wouldn't have any way to bully him if he didn't reply.
Not. They could always reveal his secrets. Nikolai's blood ran cold at the concept, and his hands clenched into fists once again, sending shoots of pain running across the tender skin that was being stretched by this action. Suppressing a yelp, he tried to annoy the pain, letting his hands relax.
"What time is it? How late for class am I?" He had U.S. History right now, clearly not the most entertaining of classes, but he had to hope that he wasn't too late. His grade in that one class was absolutely hideous, being near failing. It wasn't that Nikolai had trouble with the subject, it was just that he absolutely detested it and found it completely boring. His teacher was an annoying nag who spoke in a monotonous drone, and the topic itself really wasn't particularly exciting. After almost four years of the class throughout his education, Nikolai was quite positive he knew just about every fact there was to know about the history of the United States. You could only fit so much into about 200 years, after all.
On the plus side, Nikolai was quite positive that he had seen Tokishio in his class before. Or maybe it was just a look-alike. He had never actually bothered to actually learn who any of his classmates were, tending to reserve U.S. History as nap-time. He hoped that Tokishio was in his class; it would give him someone to stare at. Nikolai couldn't risk falling asleep during this class, he was already too far behind. Besides, Tokishio was worth looking at. He was cute. Probably straight as an arrow, but still cute. And even if he was straight, being looked at never hurt anybody.
Besides, Nikolai was good at pretending his was staring off into space when he was actually staring at somebody.
Jason looked back at Quinn for a moment.Yeah to jason he thought she was cute but he had to find out a reason to get out of this situation and finally get somewhere."Well if i told you wouldn't i have to kill ya ".Jason smiled for a moment as he paused in his tracks."So,is there a reason why your in the ladies bathroom all this time ? ". But then jason had a quick flashback about when he and his brother went to a theme park to have fun before he died and before he got all in this.
He thought about what he was saying as he had to get closer to her to get info about her and in order to do that everyone that was his friend never knew that Jason,in fact was going to be the enemy and jason knew he would die but he would suffer the pain before that and it wasn't going to be over until --A said it was over.
But of course he knew exactly what she wanted him to do.He was the snitch and the messenger to this little devious plot and he didn't care what people were gonna think about him but if he didn't do what she wanted then his ass was grass and people would know exactly what he did and he would be a school massacre.
He thought about what he was saying as he had to get closer to her to get info about her and in order to do that everyone that was his friend never knew that Jason,in fact was going to be the enemy and jason knew he would die but he would suffer the pain before that and it wasn't going to be over until --A said it was over.
But of course he knew exactly what she wanted him to do.He was the snitch and the messenger to this little devious plot and he didn't care what people were gonna think about him but if he didn't do what she wanted then his ass was grass and people would know exactly what he did and he would be a school massacre.
To: --A
Message:
So,guess who i got under my side,here's a hint- Q
From: Jason
Piper Lancaster
The texts were coming in quicker now, and after everything that she had been through this morning, Piper was practically hysterical. There was no words for how she was feeling right now that would clearly explain everything. She hated the way that she had been made to feel by this anonymous person, and she wanted to curl up into a little ball in the corner of that bathroom and cry herself into a long sleep. Although, she had already made herself look too weak as it was; she was Piper Lancaster, cheer leader, for god's sake. She wasn't supposed to be hiding and crying in the bathrooms at school.
As Piper text back her response to this mysterious "A" character, she felt her phone vibrate, and the threatening message that warned her not to tell anyone stared her back in the face. She wasn't the only one to receive this message, as she saw Dayna's face pale too; she was getting the same texts as the brunette girl was. And "A" had to be watching if she knew that they were all talking about it, including Robbie, who had stuck his head around the bathroom door. However, she didn't move as everyone shuffled out of the bathroom, leaving herself and Quinn alone. She hadn't spoken to Quinn in a while, and maybe, just maybe, talking to a girl who wasn't involved in everything. "Hey Quinn." She said softly, calling through the cubical door that she had slid into. However, before the other girl could reply, Jason freely walk into the girl's toilet, and took over her conversation.
In the end, she just stood in the mirror, reapplying her make up. She had to look somewhat presentable, right?
Robbie Devaux
Robbie hadn't done the right thing by sticking his head around the door, as he was practically ignored by everyone. They didn't say anything to him, or answer his question; hell, they didn't even acknowledge that he was there. Soon though, Neb pushed past him and made her way back to the classroom, and he couldn't help but follow her, frowning as he did so. They were always so close, but after that night a few weeks ago, they had fallen apart. He was worried about it; it was rare that she was sick, and every time that she was, he was always there to give her a hot water bottle, or snuggle up next to her under the duvet watching a chick flick, helping her sweat it out. He hated the fact that she was barely talking to him.
His phone buzzed again, and with dread in his heart, he lifted the phone up and read the text, as he made his way into the classroom. He ignored the teachers ranting as he sat down in his seat, next to his best friend once more.
Robbie sank back in his seat and threw his phone gently onto the desk in front of him. This person was playing with his mind, and it seemed almost impossible to him that someone could know everything about him. "A" probably knew about his brain tumor then too, if they knew these other things about him. There wasn't much that "A" could hold against him with that - "Oh yes, I'm going to tell everyone you're dying." He sighed and rested his hands on the back of his head as he sat there, waiting for a reply from his mysterious stalker. His eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of Dayna, but she hadn't come back to class yet. Hadn't he seen her leave the toilets? He let the thought pass through his mind though, and focused on thinking up ways he could patch up his relationship with his best friend, Mousy.
[/quote]To: Piper Lancaster
Message:
Don't understand what? After all of that, you still think I don't know you. A does her research... ;) -- A
From: Blocked Number
The texts were coming in quicker now, and after everything that she had been through this morning, Piper was practically hysterical. There was no words for how she was feeling right now that would clearly explain everything. She hated the way that she had been made to feel by this anonymous person, and she wanted to curl up into a little ball in the corner of that bathroom and cry herself into a long sleep. Although, she had already made herself look too weak as it was; she was Piper Lancaster, cheer leader, for god's sake. She wasn't supposed to be hiding and crying in the bathrooms at school.
[/quote]To: Blocked Number
Message:
A... who are you? What do you want with me? What has possessed you to take a hold of my emotions and shake them around like this, bending me to your will? You know I'll cave in...
From: Piper Lancaster
As Piper text back her response to this mysterious "A" character, she felt her phone vibrate, and the threatening message that warned her not to tell anyone stared her back in the face. She wasn't the only one to receive this message, as she saw Dayna's face pale too; she was getting the same texts as the brunette girl was. And "A" had to be watching if she knew that they were all talking about it, including Robbie, who had stuck his head around the bathroom door. However, she didn't move as everyone shuffled out of the bathroom, leaving herself and Quinn alone. She hadn't spoken to Quinn in a while, and maybe, just maybe, talking to a girl who wasn't involved in everything. "Hey Quinn." She said softly, calling through the cubical door that she had slid into. However, before the other girl could reply, Jason freely walk into the girl's toilet, and took over her conversation.
In the end, she just stood in the mirror, reapplying her make up. She had to look somewhat presentable, right?
Robbie Devaux
Robbie hadn't done the right thing by sticking his head around the door, as he was practically ignored by everyone. They didn't say anything to him, or answer his question; hell, they didn't even acknowledge that he was there. Soon though, Neb pushed past him and made her way back to the classroom, and he couldn't help but follow her, frowning as he did so. They were always so close, but after that night a few weeks ago, they had fallen apart. He was worried about it; it was rare that she was sick, and every time that she was, he was always there to give her a hot water bottle, or snuggle up next to her under the duvet watching a chick flick, helping her sweat it out. He hated the fact that she was barely talking to him.
His phone buzzed again, and with dread in his heart, he lifted the phone up and read the text, as he made his way into the classroom. He ignored the teachers ranting as he sat down in his seat, next to his best friend once more.
[/quote]To: Blocked Number
Message:
You don't know anything about me, "A." You just happened to be at a party where I had sex with my best friend, and probably hacked in to some computer or file and found out about my disgusting pervert of a father. And go on then, enlighten me. Why is she feeling sick? Did you do something to her? Oh, and what's this "or else?" Mhm?
From: Robert Devaux
Robbie sank back in his seat and threw his phone gently onto the desk in front of him. This person was playing with his mind, and it seemed almost impossible to him that someone could know everything about him. "A" probably knew about his brain tumor then too, if they knew these other things about him. There wasn't much that "A" could hold against him with that - "Oh yes, I'm going to tell everyone you're dying." He sighed and rested his hands on the back of his head as he sat there, waiting for a reply from his mysterious stalker. His eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of Dayna, but she hadn't come back to class yet. Hadn't he seen her leave the toilets? He let the thought pass through his mind though, and focused on thinking up ways he could patch up his relationship with his best friend, Mousy.
When Dayna scuttled out of the bathroom with the same sad, sick look Piper had on her face Rita couldn't decide wether to follow her, or stick with an obviously distraught Piper. Before she could make up her mind, she felt her phone vibrate against her breast. No one called her at this hour. Perhaps it was an emergency. Rita whipped it out, half expecting to find a message from her parents, or even Ralph. Instead, it was a blocked number. The second one this morning. This time, Rita opened it.
Okay so what? That came as a surprise. Who was A, and what exactly was this threat about? Rita flipped to the next message, the one she got on the way to school.
If Piper happened to be looking Rita's way right now, she'd notice Rita's expression turn to surprise, then shock, then anger. Rita knew the answer to A's question. Cheerleaders were supposed to be boy crazy for the jocks they cheered for, as well as any other boy who was both hot and popular. Rita got around that fact, of course, by setting unrealistically high standards for boys. If the cheerleaders heard so much as rumor she was bi, she'd be branded a lesbian, expelled from thier social circle, and bullied out of cheer, bullied out of dance, and no matter how pretty she was, would live the rest of her school life trampled on along with the real creepy lesbian girls. Finally, Rita managed to regain her mature, Big Sister attitude.
I don't know who you think you are, bitch, she texted, But I suggest you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and go fuck yourself. I am something. You are nothing. Stop wasting my time.
That made her feel better. Rita slipped her phone back into her cleavage, then turned her attention back to Piper, who was composing herself by the mirror.
"Piper," she asked in a much calmer voice. "Have you been getting disturbing texts from someone called 'A'?"
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A
Okay so what? That came as a surprise. Who was A, and what exactly was this threat about? Rita flipped to the next message, the one she got on the way to school.
Hi Rita ;) Just Curious; Ho do you think the cheerleaders would feel if they knew you were bi? Let's hope they don't have to find out. xxx -- A
If Piper happened to be looking Rita's way right now, she'd notice Rita's expression turn to surprise, then shock, then anger. Rita knew the answer to A's question. Cheerleaders were supposed to be boy crazy for the jocks they cheered for, as well as any other boy who was both hot and popular. Rita got around that fact, of course, by setting unrealistically high standards for boys. If the cheerleaders heard so much as rumor she was bi, she'd be branded a lesbian, expelled from thier social circle, and bullied out of cheer, bullied out of dance, and no matter how pretty she was, would live the rest of her school life trampled on along with the real creepy lesbian girls. Finally, Rita managed to regain her mature, Big Sister attitude.
I don't know who you think you are, bitch, she texted, But I suggest you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and go fuck yourself. I am something. You are nothing. Stop wasting my time.
That made her feel better. Rita slipped her phone back into her cleavage, then turned her attention back to Piper, who was composing herself by the mirror.
"Piper," she asked in a much calmer voice. "Have you been getting disturbing texts from someone called 'A'?"
Dayna, after regaining control and heading to her locker to grab a long sweater that hung down to her knees. She headed back to class. She walked in gave the teacher an excuse and sat down refusing to look anybody in the eye. The teacher gave her a knowing small but she look in her eyes showed worry. Then she turned and walked out the classroom ignoring the murmurs. She walked into the cafeteria and pulled out her phone as she waited for the lunch lady. She knew Dayna since she was a baby since she was friends with Dayna''s mom in high school.
Then the lunch lady walked in so she quickly pressed send. She gave her a corndog and some fries to much on. And once Dayna proved she was eating she let her be.
So she decided to send a text to Robert.
T
Then she opened up a new message.
To: A
Message: On second thought tell my secret who cares? Nobody believed I was a virgin. Its not uncommon for cheerleaders to be bolemic, ad all that will happen is guys will drool over me more than they already do. My crush is s busy obsessing over his best friend that he doesn't give a crap about me so..... have fun Bitch
From: Dayna
Then the lunch lady walked in so she quickly pressed send. She gave her a corndog and some fries to much on. And once Dayna proved she was eating she let her be.
So she decided to send a text to Robert.
T
To: Rob
Message: Sorry about running out the bathroom, felt sick. are you gonna be busy during lunch? You seem really busy. But theres something I wanted your help with. I keep getting these weird messages and I don't know who else to turn to.
From: Dayna
Then she opened up a new message.
To: Piper and Rita
Message: Can we skip the next class together?
From: Dayna
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"Well, if I told you, wouldn't I have to kill ya?"
Quinn looked up at him and smiled briefly, but it quickly slipped from her lips. The words, innocent enough, seems menacing as they echoed in her mind. Wouldn't I have to kill ya? If I found out what you've done, Wouldn't I have to kill ya? If I found out why you did it, Wouldn't I have to kill ya? If I found out what what you are, Wouldn't-
"So, is there a reason why your in the ladies bathroom all this time? The young man's voice sliced through her thoughts, and a shiver ran throughout her body. Quinn cleared her throat politely. "Not to be rude, but I really don't think that's any of your business." Standing, she slid past him out of the stall and looked back at her new... acquaintance? Friend or enemy, he seemed nice enough, and had taken the time to talk with her, outcast as she was (although, why he was in the girls bathroom, she still couldn't quite understand).
Her attention was led away from the new boy by the presence of Piper, and Quinn flashed her a tentative smile. Leaning against the back wall, she could see her countenance reflected in a mirror. She looked nervous, pale as ever, and her hair has been messed with in the areas where she'd run her sweating hands through it. Overall, not the look you want when speaking with your "crush" for what seems like the first time. Regardless, she swallowed and let herself speak. "H-hi, Piper."
Quinn looked up at him and smiled briefly, but it quickly slipped from her lips. The words, innocent enough, seems menacing as they echoed in her mind. Wouldn't I have to kill ya? If I found out what you've done, Wouldn't I have to kill ya? If I found out why you did it, Wouldn't I have to kill ya? If I found out what what you are, Wouldn't-
"So, is there a reason why your in the ladies bathroom all this time? The young man's voice sliced through her thoughts, and a shiver ran throughout her body. Quinn cleared her throat politely. "Not to be rude, but I really don't think that's any of your business." Standing, she slid past him out of the stall and looked back at her new... acquaintance? Friend or enemy, he seemed nice enough, and had taken the time to talk with her, outcast as she was (although, why he was in the girls bathroom, she still couldn't quite understand).
Her attention was led away from the new boy by the presence of Piper, and Quinn flashed her a tentative smile. Leaning against the back wall, she could see her countenance reflected in a mirror. She looked nervous, pale as ever, and her hair has been messed with in the areas where she'd run her sweating hands through it. Overall, not the look you want when speaking with your "crush" for what seems like the first time. Regardless, she swallowed and let herself speak. "H-hi, Piper."
Abrianna noticed Rob sit next to her and type an angry text to someone. She should talk to him. She missed him so much. But she knew things between them couldn't be any more confusing. She was pregnant with his kid, and he had no clue. She was in love with him. He had no clue about that either. And he was constantly being hit on by miss popularity herself, Dayna. She looked over at the love of her young teenage life. He was busy, not paying attention to her. "I lov eyou." she mouthed. He would never know. "Rob..." she whispered. "I miss you."
Keep up that attitude and I'll tell one of your precious little secrets ;) Which one first? Perhaps that your Dad's an alchoholic? Or that you're gay? Or maybe I'll let you choose. xxx – A Toki read and reread the message. His hand shaking as he tried to calm down, “May I ask why you are doing this? And what the purpose would be to revealing my secrets? I don’t even know you so what have I done to you that deserve this? Or is this a nothing personal thing?” he wrote back quickly and slapped his phone shut. He didn’t want any of his secrets to be revealed… he wasn’t ready to be called out as being gay yet… he already had enough problems at home and he didn’t want those to be broadcasted… as for the incident of that involved his mother… he shook that thought away, he slouched against the lockers and took a few deep breaths as he looked up at the ceiling, forgetting for a moment that Nikolai was next to him. He wished he didn’t come to school today… but the play was to close for him not to practice on the stage. He covered his face briefly as he strengthened himself and did not cry… he just had to remember he had been through worse… that this moment would pass. It was then that he remembered Nikolai. “S-sorry.” He told him. As he checked his watch, “Yeah we are both late I guess… I came to get my textbook.” He told him as he got up. “Stayed up late? Yeah me too… I tend to do that a lot…” he replied with a faint smile. “You can call me Toki if that is easier.” He told him softly, “Oh yeah we have a test…” he muttered, “Probably will have to take a make up one…” he said with a shake of his head. He nodded, “..yeah my dad has been doing that as well…” he lied as he got the next message and frowned slightly as his fingers quickly replied, “Tell no one you say? Well it is not like I am the most believable…” he thought about it and realized it was true, but he did plan to expose this ‘A’ sooner or later, “Guess he is worried about me.” He said with a chuckle. He checked his watch again, “Ten or minutes late?” he replied. “My watch isn’t the greatest…” he remarked. He glanced at Nikolai and hid his blush, he was quite cute, and seemed really nice.
To: Blocked Number
Message:
Why are you texting me, though? And what the fuck do you mean by my secrets!?
From: Quinn Lyttle
To: Quinn Lyttle
Message:
What do you think I mean? I mean the fact that you are - oops, were - 'mentally unstable.' ;) -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
A... who are you? What do you want with me? What has possessed you to take a hold of my emotions and shake them around like this, bending me to your will? You know I'll cave in...
From: Piper Lancaster
To: Piper Lancaster
Message:
Nothing has possessed me, trust. ;) And cave in? I hope not. You'll want to stick around, because trust me, there is a lot more to come. xx -- a
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
You don't know anything about me, "A." You just happened to be at a party where I had sex with my best friend, and probably hacked in to some computer or file and found out about my disgusting pervert of a father. And go on then, enlighten me. Why is she feeling sick? Did you do something to her? Oh, and what's this "or else?" Mhm?
From: Robert Devaux
To: Robert Devaux
Message:
Me? Make her sick? Oh no, Robbie, you were the one who 'made her sick.' xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
I don't know who you think you are, bitch, But I suggest you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and go fuck yourself. I am something. You are nothing. Stop wasting my time.
From: Rita Estrada
To: Rita Estrada
Message:
Nothing? You don't even know who I am. I could be your supposedly 'best friend.' I could be anyone. xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Dayna Everly
Message:
On second thought tell my secret who cares? Nobody believed I was a virgin. Its not uncommon for cheerleaders to be bolemic, ad all that will happen is guys will drool over me more than they already do. My crush is s busy obsessing over his best friend that he doesn't give a crap about me so..... have fun Bitch
From: Blocked Number
To: Dayna Everly
Message:
Ever heard of something called 'too confident?' Also known as egotistical, or just downright cocky. Well, I hate to break it to you sweetie, but I have a feeling you've got it. And aren't bulimic people supposed to thik they're obese? You probably are just doing it for the attention, right? And are you sure you would like me to tell one of your secrets...? Your choice, I suppose. And, FYI, if - sorry, when - people find out you are bulimic, you will have to go somewhere to get 'help.' My guess? Instead of people drooling over you, they are more likely to treat you like you are insane. xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
Dayna Everly's Secret: "Over the summer she hooked up with a guy she met named Todd." Has Been Revealed.
Most People Already Have Heard, And Anyone Who Hasn't Will Probably Hear About It Soon.
Also, Please Note That I Only Mentioned Above The Texts 'A' Responded Too. She did read the other Texts.
Message:
Why are you texting me, though? And what the fuck do you mean by my secrets!?
From: Quinn Lyttle
To: Quinn Lyttle
Message:
What do you think I mean? I mean the fact that you are - oops, were - 'mentally unstable.' ;) -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
A... who are you? What do you want with me? What has possessed you to take a hold of my emotions and shake them around like this, bending me to your will? You know I'll cave in...
From: Piper Lancaster
To: Piper Lancaster
Message:
Nothing has possessed me, trust. ;) And cave in? I hope not. You'll want to stick around, because trust me, there is a lot more to come. xx -- a
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
You don't know anything about me, "A." You just happened to be at a party where I had sex with my best friend, and probably hacked in to some computer or file and found out about my disgusting pervert of a father. And go on then, enlighten me. Why is she feeling sick? Did you do something to her? Oh, and what's this "or else?" Mhm?
From: Robert Devaux
To: Robert Devaux
Message:
Me? Make her sick? Oh no, Robbie, you were the one who 'made her sick.' xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Blocked Number
Message:
I don't know who you think you are, bitch, But I suggest you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and go fuck yourself. I am something. You are nothing. Stop wasting my time.
From: Rita Estrada
To: Rita Estrada
Message:
Nothing? You don't even know who I am. I could be your supposedly 'best friend.' I could be anyone. xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
To: Dayna Everly
Message:
On second thought tell my secret who cares? Nobody believed I was a virgin. Its not uncommon for cheerleaders to be bolemic, ad all that will happen is guys will drool over me more than they already do. My crush is s busy obsessing over his best friend that he doesn't give a crap about me so..... have fun Bitch
From: Blocked Number
To: Dayna Everly
Message:
Ever heard of something called 'too confident?' Also known as egotistical, or just downright cocky. Well, I hate to break it to you sweetie, but I have a feeling you've got it. And aren't bulimic people supposed to thik they're obese? You probably are just doing it for the attention, right? And are you sure you would like me to tell one of your secrets...? Your choice, I suppose. And, FYI, if - sorry, when - people find out you are bulimic, you will have to go somewhere to get 'help.' My guess? Instead of people drooling over you, they are more likely to treat you like you are insane. xxx -- A
From: Blocked Number
Dayna Everly's Secret: "Over the summer she hooked up with a guy she met named Todd." Has Been Revealed.
Most People Already Have Heard, And Anyone Who Hasn't Will Probably Hear About It Soon.
Also, Please Note That I Only Mentioned Above The Texts 'A' Responded Too. She did read the other Texts.
Odd, so Toki was getting texts at the same time he was? Were they actually from '-- A'? Or was he really getting texts from his father and not actually making up a lie. Were it not for that last rather ominous text, Nikolai would have definitely asked him if the sender of the texts actually was his father or if it was someone name '-- A'. But, Nikolai did not want any of his secrets getting revealed. If it meant keeping his secrets, he would not tell anyone about this '-- A'.
Wait. What if Toki was '-- A'? It would make sense for him texting at the same time. But, no, he couldn't be the anonymous sender of the texts. He just seemed too... innocent. Tokishio couldn't possible be '-- A'.
But what if he was? What would happen then? Would his secrets be revealed? Or would Toki not reveal them for fear of Nikolai revealing who he was to everyone who he had sent texts to? If Toki was '-- A', then Nikolai would be in a state of power, and wouldn't have to fear for his secrets being revealed, since he knew something that could be used to put him in a position of equal power.
But what if Tokishio wasn't '-- A'? Then he would be breaking the rule in the 'Tell no-one' text. And then '-- A' would probably reveal his secret. He didn't want that to happen. And '-- A' would probably also reveal Toki's secrets, if '-- A' was actually threatening Toki as well. If the anonymous texter did that, Nikolai would feel absolutely horrible. It was one thing to have a blunder of your own reveal one of your own secrets, but accidentally revealing someone else's secret? That was not cool at all, and certainly incredibly rude. Not to mention, Toki would probably hate him for life.
"Yeah, I think I may have fallen asleep somewhere around two AM. Diablo III is so addicting," he lied easily, putting on a sheepishly cheerful facade. Teenage guys liked video games, right? Nikolai had heard most of the guys talking about Diablo III, saying that it was an incredibly difficult game or something. Personally, Nikolai absolutely hated most video games. The only one he could stomach was Assassin's Creed and Mario Kart, and even that he could only play very rarely. He much preferred being locked in his room with his drawings and mannequins and sewing machine. Or, at least, his drawings. The latter two he still had to acquire.
"Oh, right, textbooks. Probably would be a good idea for me to get mine," Nikolai said, laughing. The pitch of his laugh was just a touch too high, making it obvious to anybody who was really listening that it was fake. He knelt down, dropping his backpack and resting his hand on the combination lock of the locker. "These school lockers are really annoying, aren't they? Mine is so picky about opening. It's like it has moods, and is too lazy to open some days." He spun the lock on the locker, slowly zeroing in on each number to make sure he got the right one. "Finally, you open!" he exclaimed as he managed to pull open the locker door.
The inside of Nikolai's locker was a complete mess. His books were stacked at assorted angles; making it obvious that they were just shoved in there quickly whenever Nikolai had time. He attempted to extract his history textbook without causing an avalanche; after a lot of cautious tugging and pushing the rest of the books back, Nikolai managed to do that. "I really need to clean my locker," he said with a laugh, looking at its contents. "Maybe I'll do that today during lunch. Probably would be a good idea, before the school decides it needs to do a random locker search, considering all of us high schoolers are definitely secretly storing drugs in our lockers and selling them in between classes." It was obvious that this was sarcasm.
He opened his backpack, pulling out folders and notebooks. Nikolai cautiously placed them on top of the stack inside his locker, save for one notebook and a pencil case, which he put on his history textbook.
"Oh joy, a test?" Nikolai asked, attempting to shove his backpack into his locker. "Why does nobody ever tell me these things?" Maybe because he was never actually paying attention in class. Oh well, he could always do some extra credit work if he completely bombed it. "I hope we have to make it up..." he muttered under his breath. That would at least give him some time to cram the most important facts.
"Ten minutes... That's not that bad. We could be later, at least. Would it be later, or more late? I hate this grammar stuff," Nikolai said with another fake laugh. "This is why all of my English teachers hate me. I am absolutely horrible when it comes to all of that nit-picky grammar stuff. Well, we all have our flaws." Nikolai almost cringed at stating that everyone had flaws. He didn't want flaws! He wanted perfection. Sure, he could improve his history grade a bit to be perfect, but history was just such a boring subject, it just wasn't worth trying. History was excluded from his perfectionism.
"So, what do you say. Shall we head off to history now in hopes that the teacher won't be too upset? We spent quite a bit of time talking, I think. I hope she doesn't give us a detention," Nikolai said. He really didn't want detention, Nikolai absolutely hated detention. Although, if it was with Tokishio, it wouldn't be too bad, at least.
Wait. What if Toki was '-- A'? It would make sense for him texting at the same time. But, no, he couldn't be the anonymous sender of the texts. He just seemed too... innocent. Tokishio couldn't possible be '-- A'.
But what if he was? What would happen then? Would his secrets be revealed? Or would Toki not reveal them for fear of Nikolai revealing who he was to everyone who he had sent texts to? If Toki was '-- A', then Nikolai would be in a state of power, and wouldn't have to fear for his secrets being revealed, since he knew something that could be used to put him in a position of equal power.
But what if Tokishio wasn't '-- A'? Then he would be breaking the rule in the 'Tell no-one' text. And then '-- A' would probably reveal his secret. He didn't want that to happen. And '-- A' would probably also reveal Toki's secrets, if '-- A' was actually threatening Toki as well. If the anonymous texter did that, Nikolai would feel absolutely horrible. It was one thing to have a blunder of your own reveal one of your own secrets, but accidentally revealing someone else's secret? That was not cool at all, and certainly incredibly rude. Not to mention, Toki would probably hate him for life.
"Yeah, I think I may have fallen asleep somewhere around two AM. Diablo III is so addicting," he lied easily, putting on a sheepishly cheerful facade. Teenage guys liked video games, right? Nikolai had heard most of the guys talking about Diablo III, saying that it was an incredibly difficult game or something. Personally, Nikolai absolutely hated most video games. The only one he could stomach was Assassin's Creed and Mario Kart, and even that he could only play very rarely. He much preferred being locked in his room with his drawings and mannequins and sewing machine. Or, at least, his drawings. The latter two he still had to acquire.
"Oh, right, textbooks. Probably would be a good idea for me to get mine," Nikolai said, laughing. The pitch of his laugh was just a touch too high, making it obvious to anybody who was really listening that it was fake. He knelt down, dropping his backpack and resting his hand on the combination lock of the locker. "These school lockers are really annoying, aren't they? Mine is so picky about opening. It's like it has moods, and is too lazy to open some days." He spun the lock on the locker, slowly zeroing in on each number to make sure he got the right one. "Finally, you open!" he exclaimed as he managed to pull open the locker door.
The inside of Nikolai's locker was a complete mess. His books were stacked at assorted angles; making it obvious that they were just shoved in there quickly whenever Nikolai had time. He attempted to extract his history textbook without causing an avalanche; after a lot of cautious tugging and pushing the rest of the books back, Nikolai managed to do that. "I really need to clean my locker," he said with a laugh, looking at its contents. "Maybe I'll do that today during lunch. Probably would be a good idea, before the school decides it needs to do a random locker search, considering all of us high schoolers are definitely secretly storing drugs in our lockers and selling them in between classes." It was obvious that this was sarcasm.
He opened his backpack, pulling out folders and notebooks. Nikolai cautiously placed them on top of the stack inside his locker, save for one notebook and a pencil case, which he put on his history textbook.
"Oh joy, a test?" Nikolai asked, attempting to shove his backpack into his locker. "Why does nobody ever tell me these things?" Maybe because he was never actually paying attention in class. Oh well, he could always do some extra credit work if he completely bombed it. "I hope we have to make it up..." he muttered under his breath. That would at least give him some time to cram the most important facts.
"Ten minutes... That's not that bad. We could be later, at least. Would it be later, or more late? I hate this grammar stuff," Nikolai said with another fake laugh. "This is why all of my English teachers hate me. I am absolutely horrible when it comes to all of that nit-picky grammar stuff. Well, we all have our flaws." Nikolai almost cringed at stating that everyone had flaws. He didn't want flaws! He wanted perfection. Sure, he could improve his history grade a bit to be perfect, but history was just such a boring subject, it just wasn't worth trying. History was excluded from his perfectionism.
"So, what do you say. Shall we head off to history now in hopes that the teacher won't be too upset? We spent quite a bit of time talking, I think. I hope she doesn't give us a detention," Nikolai said. He really didn't want detention, Nikolai absolutely hated detention. Although, if it was with Tokishio, it wouldn't be too bad, at least.
Toki shrugged at the mention of Diablo. “I don’t play Diablo… I prefer reading really, though I like some videogames.” He told him, “I was up late memorizing my lines for Midsummer…” he told him. Which wasn’t exactly a lie, he was studying his lines and all… but he also was working at a café to save up for money for a new phone… and place to live, though most of the time it was used by his dad for booze money. He let out a light chuckle, “Textbooks are good… yeah my locker is just the same, sometimes I have to hit it a bit for it to open.” He commented. At the mention of lunch he grinned, “Lunch one of my favorite subjects… which you got graded on it.” He remarked with a grin. He laughed at the mention of drugs, “Doubt any of us are carrying drugs. Know I am not.” He said. “Yep a test as for you not getting told, you were… but I think you were asleep.” He told him. “Yeah grammar is a problem for me, doesn’t help that my mother was teaching me Japanese as well.” He remarked with a sigh. He winced at the mention of flaws, “…Yeah everyone has them…” he remarked, “Though that is what makes us all human right?” he remarked almost like he needed reassure.
“I don’t think I can afford a detention, well maybe one or two…” he remarked to him, “With track and all, but hey if we do get detention least it won’t be too boring there right?” he said with a grin. “Might be peaceful being away from all those voice.” He commented, before he realized he was rambling a bit, a habit he had when he was a bit nervous. “Sorry I am rambling aren’t I?” he muttered.
“I don’t think I can afford a detention, well maybe one or two…” he remarked to him, “With track and all, but hey if we do get detention least it won’t be too boring there right?” he said with a grin. “Might be peaceful being away from all those voice.” He commented, before he realized he was rambling a bit, a habit he had when he was a bit nervous. “Sorry I am rambling aren’t I?” he muttered.
Wow, a guy who preferred reading over video games... Nikolai had thought guys like that had gone extinct, at least in his school. He personally had to agree with Toki. He much preferred to read over playing video games, unless someone happened to bribe him with Assassin's Creed or something of the like. "It's a really awesome game. Although, yeah, I must agree, I personally prefer reading as well. Then again, it depends on the book. If it's a nice sci-fi, action novel, I'm glad to read it, but if it's like 'Memoirs of a Secretary' or something like that, I'd much rather play video games."
"Midsummer... Midsummer Night's Dream? Shakespeare? Or are you talking about some completely different type of Midsummer and I'm just over-analyzing?" Nikolai absolutely loved Midsummer Night's Dream; it had to be one of his favourite plays. Although the Tempest did come in a close second.
"I think the teachers is just making all of our lockers jam in order to make us late for class. I bet the teachers get paid extra the more they yell at us or something," he joked. Conspiracy theories were another one of Nikolai's favourites, and he was constantly spouting rather absurd ones. "But, yeah, usually mine needs me to hit it once or twice before it decides to cooperate. It's really annoying, considering it constantly makes me late for class. I really hate being late."
Nikolai burst out laughing at the concept of being graded for lunch. "Now that would be completely awesome. Not to mention, that would raise my GPA by about a few million points. Nah, just joking. Although it still would be really cool if we got graded for lunch. I must say, though, I would feel rather bad for most of the guys in our school if we got graded on our manners. Have you seen some of their eating habits? They make me want to shove a book on etiquette down their throats. Not to make a gory reference or anything." At least it was a better place to shove the book than the other places he had first thought of. Luckily, Nikolai tended to think before speaking, otherwise it would be a very awkward situation indeed.
"Unless someone decided to prank me by planting some in my locker, I know that I certainly am not possessing any sort of drugs. Yeesh, I don't even use legal ones unless I'm, like, dying or something." It was true, Nikolai didn't even take anything such as Tylenol or Motrin unless he happened to be completely sick, and even then, he was reluctant to take it.
So, someone had noticed him sleeping during class after all. And here was Nikolai, thinking he had managed to get away with it without getting into trouble. Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. "So someone saw me sleeping..." he said, rather embarrassed. "History really shouldn't take place in the morning. It's such a boring class that it would make you fall asleep at any time of day, but it's most potent in the morning when you're already exhausted. Someone really needs to make rules about how schedules should be created."
"You know Japanese?! That's really awesome!" Nikolai exclaimed in awe. He had always wanted to learn another language, and was actually trying to learn German. He was absolutely horrible at speaking it, though, unable to pronounce his 'ch's or 'r's. "I've always wanted to learn another language. I'm trying to teach myself German, but I completely fail at it. I think my teacher is really frustrated with me. My pronunciation, and general accent, is absolutely hideous. But I try my best, I really do."
He decided to ignore the comment about flaws. Nikolai did not want to think about his flaws, even if he knew they existed. Keeping them in the back of his mind was already bad enough for him. If Nikolai got to have his way, he would erase every one of his flaws. He would delete them. He would kill them with fire. If it was even possible to kill a flaw with fire, that is.
The thin male glanced around the hallway. A flickering light caught his eye. One of the fluorescent bulbs was damaged. It was a common enough occurrence for light bulbs in the school to be damaged; after all, the students were teens who loved to horse around. It would be a complete miracle if things in the school didn't break. Still, even if it was a common sight to see, the flickering of the bulb still annoyed Nikolai to no end. He wished someone would either go and fully break the bulb, or someone would fix it.
"I could probably afford a detention, but I wouldn't want to get one. Mum would be rather annoyed, to say the least. Not to mention, it would look bad on my record." Nikolai was absolutely obsessed with keeping a clean record. To this day, he had only gotten three detentions. Two of them were from elementary school; one being for him saying that school sucked, and the other being because he decided it would be a good idea to put a thumbtack on the teacher's chair. Nikolai had loved pranking people when he was younger, and always thought the trouble was worth it. Now, not so much.
"It certainly wouldn't be boring," he agreed with a laugh. "Although, I think that would probably defeat the purpose of detention. Hmm... I wonder if we would be able to make up the test during detention. That would save both our time and our teacher's time, as well as suitably punishing us. See, everyone would be happy then. And, yes, it certainly would be a peaceful escape from the shrieking and yelling you consider 'voices'." Nikolai had a bit of a cruel opinion of his peers, mainly because he detested really loud noises, and much preferred peace and quiet. That didn't stop him from being completely social, of course. He adored people, even if their voices completely annoyed him.
"I think we're both rambling, but, hey, that's ok. I'm sure that, somewhere, there's a scientific study proving that rambling is good for you," Nikolai joked with a grin. "But, I think we may have rambled a bit too much. Let's get off to class," he suggested, closing his locker gently.
"Midsummer... Midsummer Night's Dream? Shakespeare? Or are you talking about some completely different type of Midsummer and I'm just over-analyzing?" Nikolai absolutely loved Midsummer Night's Dream; it had to be one of his favourite plays. Although the Tempest did come in a close second.
"I think the teachers is just making all of our lockers jam in order to make us late for class. I bet the teachers get paid extra the more they yell at us or something," he joked. Conspiracy theories were another one of Nikolai's favourites, and he was constantly spouting rather absurd ones. "But, yeah, usually mine needs me to hit it once or twice before it decides to cooperate. It's really annoying, considering it constantly makes me late for class. I really hate being late."
Nikolai burst out laughing at the concept of being graded for lunch. "Now that would be completely awesome. Not to mention, that would raise my GPA by about a few million points. Nah, just joking. Although it still would be really cool if we got graded for lunch. I must say, though, I would feel rather bad for most of the guys in our school if we got graded on our manners. Have you seen some of their eating habits? They make me want to shove a book on etiquette down their throats. Not to make a gory reference or anything." At least it was a better place to shove the book than the other places he had first thought of. Luckily, Nikolai tended to think before speaking, otherwise it would be a very awkward situation indeed.
"Unless someone decided to prank me by planting some in my locker, I know that I certainly am not possessing any sort of drugs. Yeesh, I don't even use legal ones unless I'm, like, dying or something." It was true, Nikolai didn't even take anything such as Tylenol or Motrin unless he happened to be completely sick, and even then, he was reluctant to take it.
So, someone had noticed him sleeping during class after all. And here was Nikolai, thinking he had managed to get away with it without getting into trouble. Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. "So someone saw me sleeping..." he said, rather embarrassed. "History really shouldn't take place in the morning. It's such a boring class that it would make you fall asleep at any time of day, but it's most potent in the morning when you're already exhausted. Someone really needs to make rules about how schedules should be created."
"You know Japanese?! That's really awesome!" Nikolai exclaimed in awe. He had always wanted to learn another language, and was actually trying to learn German. He was absolutely horrible at speaking it, though, unable to pronounce his 'ch's or 'r's. "I've always wanted to learn another language. I'm trying to teach myself German, but I completely fail at it. I think my teacher is really frustrated with me. My pronunciation, and general accent, is absolutely hideous. But I try my best, I really do."
He decided to ignore the comment about flaws. Nikolai did not want to think about his flaws, even if he knew they existed. Keeping them in the back of his mind was already bad enough for him. If Nikolai got to have his way, he would erase every one of his flaws. He would delete them. He would kill them with fire. If it was even possible to kill a flaw with fire, that is.
The thin male glanced around the hallway. A flickering light caught his eye. One of the fluorescent bulbs was damaged. It was a common enough occurrence for light bulbs in the school to be damaged; after all, the students were teens who loved to horse around. It would be a complete miracle if things in the school didn't break. Still, even if it was a common sight to see, the flickering of the bulb still annoyed Nikolai to no end. He wished someone would either go and fully break the bulb, or someone would fix it.
"I could probably afford a detention, but I wouldn't want to get one. Mum would be rather annoyed, to say the least. Not to mention, it would look bad on my record." Nikolai was absolutely obsessed with keeping a clean record. To this day, he had only gotten three detentions. Two of them were from elementary school; one being for him saying that school sucked, and the other being because he decided it would be a good idea to put a thumbtack on the teacher's chair. Nikolai had loved pranking people when he was younger, and always thought the trouble was worth it. Now, not so much.
"It certainly wouldn't be boring," he agreed with a laugh. "Although, I think that would probably defeat the purpose of detention. Hmm... I wonder if we would be able to make up the test during detention. That would save both our time and our teacher's time, as well as suitably punishing us. See, everyone would be happy then. And, yes, it certainly would be a peaceful escape from the shrieking and yelling you consider 'voices'." Nikolai had a bit of a cruel opinion of his peers, mainly because he detested really loud noises, and much preferred peace and quiet. That didn't stop him from being completely social, of course. He adored people, even if their voices completely annoyed him.
"I think we're both rambling, but, hey, that's ok. I'm sure that, somewhere, there's a scientific study proving that rambling is good for you," Nikolai joked with a grin. "But, I think we may have rambled a bit too much. Let's get off to class," he suggested, closing his locker gently.
Toki smiled, “Agreed, I just finished Grave Peril, from the Dresden Files. Really good book series it combines fantasy and mystery splendidly. The hero of the story is also awesome… a bit crude at times, but funny.” He told him. Toki nodded, “If it is something like twilight… sign me up for a video game. Though if it is fantasy, sci-fi, sometimes horror… than I will be devouring the book.” He told him with a grin.
He nodded, “Yes Midsummers night Dream by Shakespeare. I am Puck in the play. They wanted me to be Lysander or Oberon, but I have always been a Puck fan.” He told him. Tokishio laughed at the locker conspiracy theory. “Probably, yeah makes me late as well. Sometimes I think I should just bring all my books with me to the class.” He remarked. Toki couldn’t help but grin at Nikolai laughing, he had a nice laugh. “Yeah it would tremendously help my grades as well… probably cancel out my geography.” He told him. Toki vigorously nodded his head, “I know! They eat like savages sometimes…. Talking with their mouth full, throwing food at each other…” he shook his head, “It is like they weren’t taught manners.” He muttered. “Well if you ever do decide to shove the books down their throat, I can help… though… I am not too tall and strong, but I am fast.” He remarked as he rubbed the back of his head.
Toki nodded, “I usually just have tea if I am feeling sick, does wonders.” He remarked with a smile. He chuckled a bit at Nikolais’ reaction to being found out he was asleep in class, “Yeah but I think I am the only one that has noticed. The teacher hasn’t noticed at least. And I agree History class is rather boring.
He blushed a bit at Nikolais’ exclamation about him knowing Japanese, “Yeah… My mom was born and raised in Japan, my dad I believe was a half Japanese business man when he met her. So they both knew the language and my mom wanted me to be able to speak to her parents, since they don’t know English.” He explained to him. Toki nodded, “It is hard to learn another language. I wouldn’t be able to learn German, and I haven’t fully master Japanese yet, but I can hold a conversation I think. If I went to Japan I would automatically be called out as a foreigner there because of my accent.” He remarked.
Toki saw the flickering light and for amount he was in another place… another time not so long ago in his house, his dad came home drunk and… Toki shook that thought immediately out of his head not wanting to go there. “Someone should either break that light or replace that light, it isn’t good for the eyes…” he muttered softly.
Toki nodded, “Yeah… dad wouldn’t like it either.” He listened to Nikolais’ idea about the makeup test and smiled, “That is a good idea! Nice quiet environment, no one cheating on one another….” He remarked. Toki laughed at the rambling study, “There probably is one somewhere.” He commented as they reached the class room. “Seems we are here. Let’s hope we don’t get detention.” He told him with a grin as he opened the door. Though he was a little sad that their conversation had to end right now… he liked the time they had spent with Nikolai, it was pleasant and helped take his mind off of the texts from the mysterious –-A.
He nodded, “Yes Midsummers night Dream by Shakespeare. I am Puck in the play. They wanted me to be Lysander or Oberon, but I have always been a Puck fan.” He told him. Tokishio laughed at the locker conspiracy theory. “Probably, yeah makes me late as well. Sometimes I think I should just bring all my books with me to the class.” He remarked. Toki couldn’t help but grin at Nikolai laughing, he had a nice laugh. “Yeah it would tremendously help my grades as well… probably cancel out my geography.” He told him. Toki vigorously nodded his head, “I know! They eat like savages sometimes…. Talking with their mouth full, throwing food at each other…” he shook his head, “It is like they weren’t taught manners.” He muttered. “Well if you ever do decide to shove the books down their throat, I can help… though… I am not too tall and strong, but I am fast.” He remarked as he rubbed the back of his head.
Toki nodded, “I usually just have tea if I am feeling sick, does wonders.” He remarked with a smile. He chuckled a bit at Nikolais’ reaction to being found out he was asleep in class, “Yeah but I think I am the only one that has noticed. The teacher hasn’t noticed at least. And I agree History class is rather boring.
He blushed a bit at Nikolais’ exclamation about him knowing Japanese, “Yeah… My mom was born and raised in Japan, my dad I believe was a half Japanese business man when he met her. So they both knew the language and my mom wanted me to be able to speak to her parents, since they don’t know English.” He explained to him. Toki nodded, “It is hard to learn another language. I wouldn’t be able to learn German, and I haven’t fully master Japanese yet, but I can hold a conversation I think. If I went to Japan I would automatically be called out as a foreigner there because of my accent.” He remarked.
Toki saw the flickering light and for amount he was in another place… another time not so long ago in his house, his dad came home drunk and… Toki shook that thought immediately out of his head not wanting to go there. “Someone should either break that light or replace that light, it isn’t good for the eyes…” he muttered softly.
Toki nodded, “Yeah… dad wouldn’t like it either.” He listened to Nikolais’ idea about the makeup test and smiled, “That is a good idea! Nice quiet environment, no one cheating on one another….” He remarked. Toki laughed at the rambling study, “There probably is one somewhere.” He commented as they reached the class room. “Seems we are here. Let’s hope we don’t get detention.” He told him with a grin as he opened the door. Though he was a little sad that their conversation had to end right now… he liked the time they had spent with Nikolai, it was pleasant and helped take his mind off of the texts from the mysterious –-A.
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Jason Bilson
"Well,i would hope this helps".
Robert Devaux
"Swoon over me all you like; you're only falling for the facade."
Tokishio
I am not used to opening up... I am not a book to read after all.
Quinn Harper Lyttle
"I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got."
Dayna Everly
Just because I'm a blonde cheerleader doesn't mean I'm dumb
Piper Lancaster
"Daddy's little girl? I don't even know who my father is any more."
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"You say this is suicide? I say this is a war and I'm losing the battle."
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Piper Lancaster
"Daddy's little girl? I don't even know who my father is any more."
Abrianna Nevaeh Jones
"You say this is suicide? I say this is a war and I'm losing the battle."
Robert Devaux
"Swoon over me all you like; you're only falling for the facade."
Jason Bilson
"Well,i would hope this helps".
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I am not used to opening up... I am not a book to read after all.
Dayna Everly
Just because I'm a blonde cheerleader doesn't mean I'm dumb
Quinn Harper Lyttle
"I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got."
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Jason Bilson
"Well,i would hope this helps".
Dayna Everly
Just because I'm a blonde cheerleader doesn't mean I'm dumb
Robert Devaux
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Buckle Up.
1, 2, 3, 4by Grumpy-Converse on Mon May 28, 2012 3:51 pm
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Buckle Up.
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Re: Buckle Up.
Hi there. ^^
Imagine is incapacitated at the moment with tonsillitis, and won't be able to post in Buckle Up until she's better; could be a day, could be a week. Would you be able to relay this on the OOC for her, please? I have access to her account and have contact with her outside the website, which is how I know. I sincerely hope this doesn't get too much in the way, but she's really sick.
All the best,
Mela
Re: Buckle Up.
I wasn't sure where the characters were - as stated in Toccao's OOC post, and I was waiting for that to be answered before posting again.
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Ok, now I'm confused. One post said that Piper, Quinn and Jared are the only one's in the bathroom, and the next said that Rita is asking Piper about A in front of us!?
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Pardon to everyone that is being forced to read my freakishly long posts ^^;; You can just skim them if you want. It's not like I write anything that's really important. I try to be concise, I really do.
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I know my post isn't very long but... yeah I made Dayna faint I hope its not to early to throw that in. I thought I should explain. Dayna was bolemic and she became so sick that her body is weak and she faints easily through stress, lack of food, lack of energy, sadness, ect.
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Um... my character is still in the bathroom. She may not be friends with everyone else, but...
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Oh not sure how long I will be on tomorrow, hopefully I will be on in the evening... but I am not to sure
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Ok, maybe I'm being harsh, but my post was just embarrassing. But, hey! I've finally joined in.