Pacific Coast Academy

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At first Jenny had ignored all of Ashton's pokes at getting a reaction from her, and breakfast was more awkward than she'd hoped. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, or great, or anything close to that, but she didn't think it'd be that tense. She wondered if Lucas had noticed her unease, and Ashton's obvious antics for attention. She only felt a little hurt when Ashton bragged about the hamptons, it would've been worse if Luke hadn't been there. Sitting beside him put her at a relaxed level that even the king and queen couldn't affect. So she was visibly uncomfortable, but she let it melt away slowly with every touch she got from Luke. She listened to his stories, even commented and asked questions to the two. She played along like everything was fine, and remained to flirt with Luke. She didn't mean to dangle their relationship in front of her ex, but that's what had happened. She hoped Lucas wouldn't think she was toying with him, because the last thing she wanted to do right now was admit she still had feelings for Ashton. She only let her smile fall once, and that's when he brought up them meeting and spending time in the hamptons together. Yes, she was supposed to have gone with him, and she had a pang of hurt that they'd gotten together since she wasn't there. But, she tried to put on her nicest smile. After a while though, when the couple was sucking face before Jen, she politely excused herself and asked Luke to escort her to her room to get something before she had to go to the magazine club. He went with her, and eventually they parted ways after the announcement to go to sports and clubs.
She walked at a slightly slow pace. She always took her time, walking gracefully and poised. Her delicate figure glided by everyone she passed, almost silent and light, but very noticeable at the same time. She was only a few minutes late, but she was in time to see what she wished she hadn't. As she walked down the hall to the classroom, she could see Belladonna and Ashton standing in the doorway. Great. She thought, and continued in that direction. It seemed once her presence was made, the two were again passionately making out. Gross?? Get a room.. She began to edge past them without any word hoping to be unnoticed, but to her luck Belladonna and Ashton had planned the rendezvous just for her audience.

"Hey Jenny didn't see you there, what's up?" Donna cooed to her. Ashton left to go to lacrosse practice, but not without a glance at Jen. She felt a bit sick. The pink balloons everywhere didn't help. The banner that read homecoming made her realize what the situation was, and she didn't feel any better about it. He'd never really done any romantic gestures to her, but then again she wasn't one to love surprises. Though a cute ask to a dance would never hurt.. She pushed the thought of that out of her head, it wasn't good to dwell on problems of the past. She smiled shortly, and nodded, acknowledging what had happened. "I should really be asking you.." she muttered in response, wondering if Donna could hear the discomfort it her voice. The wink Donna sent her back gave Jenny a lump in her throat, and a sinking feeling in her stomach as she marveled her next words to Jenny. "I think I might love him." Belladonna had turned before she was able to see Jenny's look of disdain, and it quickly faded back the the cold pretentious looking expression Jenny was usually found with. Her grey eyes studied Belladonna as she popped an expensive looking chocolate into her mouth. She could imagine the chocolate melting easily, to whatever gooey center it held.

"Well? sit down." the queen ordered. Jenny reluctantly did as she was told, and sunk into a chair quietly. She tried clearing her head, and just thinking of Lucas to calm her, but it was hard. Why was Bella toying with her? Had she done something to upset her? She wondered. Was it really just Ashton's fault? She sighed under her breath, so small that Donna would either not notice or ignore. Belladonna starred in the direction of the door, probably waiting for Arielle. Jenny thought of something to say to her, debating whether she should fight back or play dumb. Maybe neither and just stay quiet? Or schmooze and make small talk of the dance, what Bella would be wearing and what not.
She spoke somewhat softly, trying to be casual. "Have you two said you loved each other yet?" she asked, trying to seem uninterested as she began to page through a magazine laying open on the table. "I mean, you said you think you do, but I just thought, maybe.." she trailed off, leaving room for Belladonna to answer. If this backfired she'd quickly go for the dance conversation instead, maybe ask if they'd all be arriving together or separately. She also wondered what they were going to do about a homecoming campaign, if Donna thought she needed on or not. Jenny continued to look through the magazine, though she was almost fully focused on Donna's next answer.

Just as the two reached the library, the announcement went off and Kennedy shook her head. She knew she would have had to leave for her club, but this early? No thank you. Arabella declared she had to go to room 105 for Debate team, and Kennedy smiled slightly at her. "Have fun with that. It's time for me to head off to 210 for the E-Magazine. Wish me luck with Queen Bee are her hive." Kennedy walked backwards as she walked towards the Art Wing. She waved at Arabella, but quickly turned around remember the mention of Homecoming. She cupped her hands around her mouth and spoke a little louder than usual. "By the way, we have Quiz Bowl together! We'll discuss Homecoming after our clubs?" She meant to state what she said as a fact, rather than her last sentence coming off as a question. Kennedy smiled at her friend and waved yet again, and practically jogged to her club.

From the library, the Art Wing was pretty far away. It was nothing ridiculous, but it wasn't as close as she had hoped. Never being the athletic type, Kennedy had to stop jogging after about three minutes and switch to speed walking. To say Kennedy didn't like running or jogging was accurate. She had never been a fan of exercising in general. Her parents had put her in physical activities when she was younger, including ballet and gymnastics. However, Kennedy never really did anything there. She would bring a book and sit and watch everyone else. Watching others brought her happiness, but doing it herself was another story. Why force herself to do something when she was perfectly fine observing the others from the sidelines? It was safe to say her sport streak lasted about two weeks.

Upon arriving at room 210, Kennedy stopped outside of the door to check how she looked. She looked alright, but her hair wasn't cooperating with her today. She sighed quietly to herself and started working on a braided bun. Her fingers moved rapidly through her hair, having done this process way too many times before. Within a minute her hair was done and the finished project looked just as it should. Kennedy smiled and walked into the room, being taken back somewhat by the amount of balloons in the small room. It all made sense to her as soon as she saw the huge banner draped across the ceiling. Her eyes scanned the room to see Belladonna sitting with Jenny at a table. Kennedy didn't even consider sitting with them, for she knew Arielle was most likely to be joining them shortly. The sophomore made her way to a table behind the two, but not before grabbing the magazine from the table next to them. Her seat was on the left of the room so she was sitting diagonal of the socialites. She didn't bother saying anything to anyone, not even the Dean's wife, who happened to be the teacher. On her walk to the club she figured she wouldn't say anything until she was asked to, like usual. Due to her shy nature, it was rare for Kennedy to speak up without others addressing her first.

When Kennedy was situated, she opened the magazine and began flipping through the pages absentmindedly. While she skimmed pages, Belladonna and Jenny seemed to be talking about Homecoming or something. Kennedy was trying hard not to eavesdrop, as she saw that as being rude. It wasn't her conversation to listen in on. Turning her attention back to the page in front of her, Kennedy began reading an article about the latest fashion trends. The article wasn't interesting at all. Instead of stating what was in, it dragged on and on about what should be in and what had just recently gone out.

As Kennedy says her good-byes, she adds in last minute, "By the way, we have Quiz Bowl together! We'll discuss Homecoming after our clubs?" Before Arabella could reply, Kennedy had just disappeared around the corner already heading over to her club. Oh, Homecoming. My awkward turtle’s nightmare. Arabella isn’t exactly what you describe a social butterfly, in fact, she’s the exact opposite. So, social events such as dances (including Prom) terrify her immensely. Arabella also hates the fact that she would have to dress up in a dress, heels, and have that big pressure to have a date. The social semiformal dance held at the beginning of every year in high school and it would be her first time going (if she does decide to go) since she disappears off to the library during this time the previous two years.

Sighing, Arabella glanced up at the library one last time with a sad expression, then turns around heading over to Room 105 in the English wing. After a couple minutes, Arabella barely glanced down at her watch to make sure she wouldn't be late. But in return, she is greeted by shock after looking at the time and realizes she was going to be late if she kept walking at the same pace. Clutching her book tightly in one hand, and Arabella begins running through the halls stopping every few seconds to catch her breath. A couple minutes later, she slows down to a speed walk when she notices the classroom in eyesight. Arabella pauses in front of the door bracing herself for what comes next. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. It's gonna be alright. Then puts on a smile and walks in greeting Mr. Mathews politely, forgetting about her whole Homecoming situation.

As she surveys around the classroom for a seat she recognizes a familiar face, Louis. Although Arabella is an awkward turtle, she is only like that around unfamiliar people and strangers. If seeing a close friend she is completely willing to go up to that person and start the conversation first; though there are a few exceptions to this. This time isn't one. "Hey Louis. I didn't know you were in the Debate Team!" She smiles playfully before sliding into the seat next to him. Although people have a hard time understanding Louis since his vocabulary is extremely complex, Arabella likes learning new complex words to add into her vocabulary. Arabella gets comfortable in the seat then prepares herself for his lengthy complex response with her ears alert and her eyes on him.

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On her way to Art Club Scarlett began tapping on her sketchbook with her pencil with her mind wandering off. Homecoming, it’s almost as bad as Prom. It’s my senior year though, I should be spending/living it to the fullest. Going the extra mile, all that senior junk. But. Schoolwork. Gahh, what am I thinking? College is just around the corner. But. It’s my last year of high school. But. I don’t even have a date. Scarlett’s thoughts went back and forth like this before finally deciding on going only if she had date. Which she highly doubts she would even be able to get one, which shouldn’t be a problem since she’s not completely positive if she wants to go.

By the time Scarlett made up her mind, she was already right in front of room 215. Snapping out of her thoughts before she ran into the door, she took a deep breath. Then clutching her sketchbook tightly against her chest with the cover hidden. Scarlett didn’t want to make it extremely oblivious she had a sketchbook and her passion for drawing. Few people knew about it, so she figured joining the art club wouldn’t hurt. Then slowly walked in the classroom feeling a bit hesitant about if she should had joined Art Club or not.

“Hello Miss Miyuki!” greeting the teacher then looked around for a seat. Art club hadn’t begun yet so there were hushed tones of chitter chatter among the students. Choosing one by the window, she strolled up to her seat slowly. Window seats were the best in her opinion. You’d had something to look at besides the same old boring posters they always had on walls. Placing her sketchbook and pencils neatly on the desk she slid into the chair with ease getting comfortable of where she's sitting. She propped her elbow against the desk and rested her head on her hand. Scarlett glanced around the classroom with a bored expression looking for any friends while tapping on her sketchbook with her other free hand.

Her eyes stopped on the only other familiar face she knew, Cali Hawks. Scarlett had two choices, to be a loner in Art Club or hang out with at least one other person. She chose the later, picking up all her things and slid right into the seat next to Cali. “Hey Cali. So I guess we’re both in the Art Club together.” Scarlett smiled stating the obvious in attempt to start a conversation between the two. “What other clubs did you sign up for?” She asked while neatly arranging her sketchbook and pencils on the corner of her desk.

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(Will add Alex and Sydney here soon.)

Cali had sat there in the art room staring at the door and watching people come in the door. Most of them, she watched as they walked past her and went to sit down. But after awhile of this, she let out a sigh and looked down at the desk and opened her sketch book. The pages were filled of tens of thousands of little sketching. Most of the sketches were in plan black and white by pen for the outline and pencil for the shading. The sketches ranged from little random simple shapes like stars and hearts all the way to highly detailed caricatures. Just her style, I guess.

After a moment, she heard a familiar voice beside her say "Hey Cali. So I guess we’re both in the Art Club together." Cali looked over with a smile and slightly raised eyebrow at Scarlett's statement of the obvious. "Yeah." She said with a small laugh and a smile. After a moment, Scarlett asked "What other clubs did you sign up for?" To which Cali replied with a slight shrug. "This is actually the only club I joined." She said in her normal 'not-a-big-deal' nonchalant way and her eyes glancing down to Scarlett's obvious sketchbook and pencils she was arranging. A small smirky-looking smile made it's way across Cali's fast as an eyebrow cocked slightly and she looked back at Scarlett, trying to make eye contact like she usually does. "You got any sketches?" She asked with a blink and a smile as her curiosity boiled up. Art and sketches is one of the many things that Cali has interest in, so it was obvious she was going to be interested in anything anyone drew.

Sebastian stayed still as the announcement came and listen to what they had to say. Oh, the music club will get a new teacher, and no one less then Mr. Ford, that's pretty cool. Sebastian thought for himself and then the announcement told them about the dance and he wondered if he had a suit with an ascot. He would have to check that later.

He looked over at Leonardo with a smile when he placed a finger to his lips. He liked the different quirks Leonardo had. He listen to him talking for himself and then looked at him interested of what Leonardo had said when he focused again at Sebastian.

"Oh yes. Do you... Want to go... With me?" Leonardo asked and Sebastian open his mouth to say something before shutting it with a smile. He looked down at the table. "Of course I want that, I was going to ask you later but.. You beat me there. Come on, let's go. I'll follow you there before I head to the Study Hall." He said as he took a hold on Leonardo's hand. "I have no idea if I have an ascot though. A suit, yes but an ascot? I actually doubt it."

Ardo threw his trash away as he headed for his club. He was happy he'd been able to finally as Sebastian for once. 'cause usually it happened the other way around.

"I don't think a lot of guys have ascots actually." Ardo stated, finding that fact very unlikely indeed. He wouldn't be shocked if he didn't have on either. But truth be told, he probably did. And it wouldn't be shocking if he did bring it with him for some apparent reason. His nanny had good intuition when packing his bags.

Once Ardo got to his club, he reached up and gave Sebastian a light kiss on the lips.
"I'll... See you later." He said shyly.

Haze was hoping for peace and quiet today and to be alone but she knew that was never going to happen, whilst she sat there on her own, a note was left on her table. It was from that Kennedy girl, she was Sydneys sister, Kennedy was okay but she did sometimes need to know when people didn't want help. She barely read the note which said something about hangovers and taking a bath, Haze didn't tend to take the advice of other people so she just screwed the note up and threw it over her shoulder. Haze sat there still feeling the hangover pounding against her head, she hated them but loved to party so it was worth being uncomfortable for the rest of the day. But one thing she could not stand was being disturbed when she had a hangover. It was the intercom and that so called principal talking about people going too their clubs. Haze didn't bother with clubs, she hated the school so why would she want to spend more time with its teachers and using its facilities.

There was no escaping the intercom, it spoke over a majority of the school so she couldn't even go into her room and hide under her pillow. Then if it couldn't have gotten any worse, possibly one of the most annoying people she has ever met or had the displeasure of listening too, Miss Clark. Her voice was piercing through the ears of Hazel making her banging head twice as bad. She was talking about the Homecoming Dance. She had to give Miss Clark some credit though, she knew how to make a party. Then it was the usual homecoming court and it was probably going to be Bella as the queen and Ashton as the King. You could predict these things. Schools always voted for the most popular people. Haze thought about what she would write on the ballot, she definitely wouldn't be voting for seriousness, she would probably just write a rude comment about one of the nerds.

Eventually Miss Clark stopped yammering on and shut her mouth. At this point Haze couldn't stand the voices of everyone getting excited in the cafe, some fresh air is what she needed. Haze picked her bottle of water up and made her way out and onto the soccer field and went and sat on the bleachers. It was a nice day and the sun was out so she just sat there and relaxed and she would get the opportunity to watch some of the guys playing. There was something about watching guys play sport, it was attractive. Haze just leaned back trying to rest her hangover.

Dominik rolled out of bed with a sigh, trying to kill as much time as possible before he’d have to go to practice. Did they do anything the first day? He didn’t bother dwelling on the question, since he’d figure it out later. For now, the guy just took a quick shower in an attempt to erase any tiredness from himself. He’d stayed up working on something last night. It was only a sketch, but inspiration can be hard to find sometimes - you have to take advantage of it. He never actually finished the piece, but the thought of practice the next morning was, eventually, enough to force him to sleep. Dominik walked back out in his boxers to find an empty room. His roommate - Markus, he guessed, never having paid much attention to who he rommed with - had already gone, and Dominik glanced around for his phone. People leaving didn’t exactly mean he should pick up the pace, but just the same, Dominik wasn’t one to be late. He checked the time before pulling on some clothes. Then the guy went back to the bathroom to half heartedly fix his hair, brush his teeth, and put his contacts in - surprise, huh? Soon enough he was off to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was pretty full when he got there. People already in their usual cliques and such. Dominik made his way through them all to order some kind of breakfast sandwich and a water. However, he didn't feel like lingering around. He'd planned on taking his food back to the room to chill out and maybe finish what he was drawing the night before to kill time, but the announcements made him stop. Something about home coming and the nominees. Dominik tapped the lid to his water on the table, waiting for the announcements to end. All he really needed to know was where to show up for soccer. After throwing away his trash, Dominik walked to the boys locker room to change before coming out onto the field.

Carter was finishing up the last of a muffin when she heard the announcements. She looked in the direction of the field when she heard where she would be. Due to her incredible competitive streak she loved anything that had to do with winning, so naturally she made her way onto every team she could. Sports was her way of getting out her anger and frustration out, and she had a lot.

She got up and grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder. She debated on going back to her dorm to change, but decided against it, in fear of being late. So she took another bite of her muffin and made her way to where she was supposed to be. She started to wonder what was going to be planned for the homecoming, something big, she was sure. She slightly smiled to herself at all the possibilities and then tossed her now empty muffin wrapper into the trashcan and sped up her walking speed just a tad.

Once she finally arrived, she glanced around, then made her way into the locker room to change. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail, as she often did when she was in something sport centered. She set down her bag by her locker and made her way out onto the field, waving at a few girls. Grinning, She placed her hands on her hips and breathed a sigh of relief, as the feeling had disappeared. She let her eyes drift over to where the guys were meeting and flashed a smile at them as well, although she doubted they saw it.