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Cassidy Knox

"I don't care what you think about me. I don't think about you at all."

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a character in “Gossip Girl: Senior Year”, as played by M95

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B A S I C S
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Name:
Cassidy Taylor Knox

Nickname(s):
Cass, Cassie (she prefers just Cassidy)

Age:
17

Birthday:
December 12th

Hometown:
Westchester, NY (0-10)
New York, NY--Midtown (10-17)
New York, NY--Upper East Side (17-Current)

Sexuality:
Bisexual

P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Cassidy's most positive traits come in the form of intelligence, wit, loyalty, responsibility and confidence. She's a very smart girl, book-wise and street-wise. She definitely isn't someone who would ever be described as an airhead and she has a way about her that makes it seem like all of her actions are planned and calculated well. That's not too far fetched, really, because Cassidy does put a lot of thought into the things that she says and does. She has her impulsive moments like everyone, but she definitely lives in her mind enough that she can overthink things more than under think them.

Growing up, she was a lot more insecure than she is now. She had kids teasing her constantly and relentlessly, even before her sexuality came into the picture, and rather than back down, she grew to be stronger from it. It all still hurts, and on a personal level, she is extremely sensitive, but she grew a thick armor that she still holds on to. In fact, in addition to the armor, she developed her own stash of weapons. Instead of sitting back and taking the bullying, Cassidy allowed herself to not only become confident in herself, but a bully towards others, too. To her, it's not only payback, but a method of self-preservation. She's grown to believe that if she doesn't assert her dominance and strength, people will continue to try and target her. The only good thing that she thinks came out of her years of being bullied is that she is pretty confident now and has no problem with embracing her sexuality or "weirdness". If you're going to be weird, you need to own it, and that's exactly what Cassidy does.

That "weirdness" is definitely a big part of her though, and it translates into another side of Cassidy that is cynical, dark, and sarcastic. She possesses a level of wit to her that actually allows this side to be likable to some people, and allows her to maintain friendships, but it doesn't take away from how dark she can be sometimes. After years of being stepped on and oppressed, she's developed a need for power and control. It's the only thing that makes her feel secure of her position, and putting down other people somehow allows her to feel like she's making up for all of those years of being tormented, even if she's picking on people who had no part in that, years ago. Her bullying usually doesn't come in the stereotypical bullying form that you see on TV, with a kid shoving underclassmen into lockers and demanding their lunch money. Cassidy's is more verbal than that, and more twisted, too. She finds it easy to read people and likes to pick on kids who seem weaker and insecure. If she knows that you're a bad math student, she's going to volunteer you to the teacher, suggesting that you know the answer to the problem that the teacher wants someone to write out on the board. She'll frame you for cheating on exams, or blackmail you into doing assignments for her. If she knows that you're insecure about your weight, she'll be sure to comment on it, especially in a backhanded complimentary manner, whenever she gets the chance. She likes being inside of people's heads, and holding power over them in a way that might not be apparent on an obvious, surface level, sense.

U P B R I N G I N G
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Upbringing:
Cassidy was born in Westchester County, NY, an upscale suburban community outside of Manhattan. Her father, Adam, was an insurance executive and her mother, Nicole, an interior designer. While Adam was the breadwinner of the family, Nicole did very well for herself too, especially during Cassidy's childhood, when she began to take on clients who were extremely wealthy, and in many cases, even celebrities. She began to design their homes in Manhattan, which meant that like Adam, Cassidy began to see her mother less and less. It wasn't something that bothered her very much in the beginning, but a year or so into her mother's increase in work-life responsibilities, the bullying began to start for Cassidy. It began for no good reason, really. Cassidy was just as wealthy as her peers, had nice clothes and all of the newest toys. She really just got unlucky, when one of the popular girls at her elementary school decided that she only wanted to be friends with girls with blonde hair. It was incredibly childish, which wasn't exactly surprising given their age at the time, it didn't end there when the girls decided that they were over being an exclusively blonde clique. No matter what she did or how badly she tried to conform to their standards, no one would accept her. Or, at least, the girls that she wanted to be friends with wouldn't accept her. Having little support at home didn't help in her stage of feeling rejected and uncared for, and to make matters even worse, when she was nine years old, her parents got a divorce. This resulted in her mother taking her from Westchester and bringing her to the Manhattan penthouse she had recently purchased. Cassidy still maintained a relationship with her father, since the divorce wasn't bitter and really just a long time coming, and so she would spend every other weekend with him.

Her social life in Manhattan didn't improve dramatically, but really, she only had herself to blame for this. She had a chance at a new start, in a new city with new people, but after experiencing years of torment from her peers back at home, she decided that she would never give anyone else a chance to outcast herself like that. She would do that part herself, by embracing her weirdness, but she would also eliminate any chance of them thinking that they had any strong opinion over her. She would become the bully, the one who ridiculed them and made them feel like they were worthless. She mainly targeted the popular girls, the ones who she felt had too much of an inflated ego and needed to be knocked down to reality, so she did allow herself friendships with other students who were often deemed weird, and that allowed her to maintain fairly content socially. She had friends, even if they weren't the type of friends that she always grew up wanting. And even though she told herself she needed to suppress her feelings, she slipped in ninth grade, when she began to come to terms with her sexuality more, and developed an infatuation with one of the more popular girls in school. She had a one time fling with the girl, but she thought it meant a lot more than the other girl did. The rejection led to Cassidy growing even colder and darker, and more consumed with the idea that she needed to shut off her feelings and ability to care for anyone else.

About a year ago, her mother began dating Bernard Arnault, the father of one of her classmates. They got engaged only a few months after dating, and married over the summer. It coincidentally lined up fairly well with Katherine being in treatment, but Cassidy has since moved into her home and has been living with her mother and Bernard there ever since Katherine went into treatment.

So begins...

Cassidy Knox's Story

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Thylane Blondeau Character Portrait: Audrey Delcourt Character Portrait: Lucas Bell Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-Helú Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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C L I F F . P A R K E R

Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
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The Saint Jude's school uniform never usually bothered Clifford. It was simple and classy enough, even if the options for each day's attire was limited to a few different styles of clothing that the school provided the students with. However, today Cliff felt oddly overheated and had to hang his navy blazer on the back of his chair. He wasn't overheating because of the room's temperature, as that was probably normal, and it also wasn't out of nerves. Today's weekly Student Government Association was being held in the Saint Jude's library conference room. Since classes had only gotten out minutes ago, Clifford wasn't surprised that he was the only one in the conference room, especially considering that the girls had to come from their campus across the street. He and Charlotte were the President of their school's student governments, but since the two schools worked so closely together, Clifford often felt like they were simply co-presidents of one club, rather than two separate ones working together. Sure, he hosted his own SGA meeting for St. Jude's separately once a week, but as he was sure on her end too, the biggest crowds usually came to the conjoined meetings. Events involving both schools tended to grab the attention of more students than the single-sex events, and Clifford didn't expect today to be much of an exception.

Today's meeting was a bit of an impromptu one, as earlier this week, it had been announced that the scheduled senior fall trip to Egypt had been cancelled due to proper accommodation issues. However plausible that that explanation was, he also wouldn't have been surprised if the abrupt, last minute cancellation had been because someone uppity helicopter parent had complained enough about irrational safety concerns about traveling to a country that didn't host one of the famous fashion weeks. That thought in itself bothered Clifford, considering that he had genuinely been looking forward to his first visit to Africa. In an attempt to not work himself up, he decided to just believe the public reason for the trip's cancellation, and focus on the three new options that administrators had given them until tomorrow to decide on. That was the point of this SGA meeting - to decide whether the senior class would spend a week next month in Paris, Berlin or New Zealand. The first two trips would be educationally based ones, focusing on learning about the history and cultures of the two European cities, while the third option would be more service based, getting students involved in learning about the country's ecosystem and helping to preserve it. Clifford had been to Paris years ago, but it wasn't a fresh enough experience where he wanted to rule it out, so he was walking into today's meeting with a pretty open mind. He would see what Charlotte and the other students who showed up were thinking, and go from there.

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Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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B R E N T ~ B A R C L A Y

Hex Code: #916F1A
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C A S S I D Y ~ K N O X

Hex Code: #559434
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"I'm actually kind of bummed that the trip to Egypt was axed. The Pyramids of Giza seems like one of those things you just have to see before you die. And I was doing some research on that museum they had planned for us to visit, and it seemed pretty sick too." Most people saw Brent as being careless, reclusive, and abrasive. Those who knew he was intelligent probably only knew that because they knew that he was on a scholarship to attend Saint Jude's, so he had to be smart. And he was. But beyond that, he also had more of a personality than just being the campus' favorite drug dealer. He relished that title, sure, but Brent was happy when there were people who he felt close enough with to be more than that. Cassidy Knox was one of them. She was an outcast in her own right, so maybe it made sense that they found solace in each other's presence, but either way, Brent knew that he felt comfortable with her. She could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but she was one of the few people who he actually considered to be a friend.

Once class let out, Cassidy headed across the street to Saint Jude's, where Brent was waiting for her outside. Although she knew her way to the boys school's library by now, she had still demanded that he meet her out front. For one, she was in the mood to socialize with Brent, and two, she didn't feel like showing up to the Student Government meeting alone. Cassidy wasn't a part of the student government in terms of holding a leadership position, but like Brent, she sometimes frequented the meetings just because it was fun to pester the kids who were so involved and passionate in the club. It was menacing and petty, but amusing. Besides, at least Cassidy could say that she had some actual purpose in going to this meeting, because she was attending the senior class trip that was the focal point of it. As she headed inside with Brent, she nodded. "Same. I doubt that Paris, or Berlin, or New Zealand have any rivers half as iconic as the Nile that I can drown Katherine in," she agreed solemnly. Like him, though, she had been excited to go to Egypt for more authentic reasons too. She had never visited Africa before, and this did seem like a once in a lifetime opportunity, because she doubted she would ever plan a trip to Egypt on her own. However, it didn't surprise her that the schools cancelled the trip at the last minute. There were too many students like her dear stepsister, who were only interested in trips to Eurocentric countries, and who were entitled enough to feel like their opinion was important enough to override everyone else's. It wasn't like Katherine had been the force behind this change, Cassidy knew, so it was irrational to want to blame her for the alteration in plans, but still, she had a feeling that the cancellation had to be in part, because of some group of fear mongering parents who would remind her of her stepsister nonetheless.

Brent smirked, though he shook his head too, at Cassidy's comment. This was why he liked her. Her sense of humor was dark and yet usually very sharp and witty, and he appreciated how real she could be. As he led her through the main hallway and then towards one of the staircases that led to the library, he responded. "I heard that there's some market in Cairo, too, where you can buy sick hookahs for basically nothing. I doubt any of those other places will compare, but I guess what's our next best option? What're we telling Buchanan she's going to place an order for?" Like his friend, Brent would be lying if he said that he didn't get a kick out of needling some of the more serious SGA members. The Constance Billard president had to be his favorite to antagonize, though. She was as attractive as they came, so that was already one reason for why Brent liked interacting with her, but she was also easy to banter with, and he found it amusing to get under her skin. Had this been a St. Jude's SGA meeting on its own, then there was no way that Brent would have shown up, but given that the girls were coming, he just could not miss it.

"I don't know. I think Berlin would be cool if we were going to see any of the Nazi prison camps, and checking out the Berlin wall will be a nice preempt for us to see the one that our own crazy Hitler is going to build in a few months if he wins," she shrugged. "I feel like Paris is overdone, but I don't really care, to be honest."

"Hey, not all of us are world travelers," Brent combated with playful offense in his voice. "I've never been to Paris. I'd do that over Berlin." Even if Cassidy received a partial scholarship to Constance, Brent did sometimes have to remind her that even them two came from very different worlds. Her parents could easily afford the tuition if she wasn't smart enough to hold that scholarship. He would have to drop out if that was the case for him. He held the door open for her as they entered the library, and soon, found their way to the back room that was set up to be a conference room. Vincent Mast and Clifford Parker were already in there, and Brent nodded to them in greeting. They were both clients of his, with the latter being more constant than the former, so he wasn't going to be too obnoxious right now, for no reason. He would wait for Charlotte to show up to start that.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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B R E N T ~ B A R C L A Y

Hex Code: #916F1A
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C A S S I D Y ~ K N O X

Hex Code: #559434
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Since he was sure it would be a couple of minutes until the room filled and the meeting started, Brent had opted to rest his head on his arms, which were positioned on the desk in front of him as a makeshift pillow. It was probably his most common position in school. His head somehow always found its way to his desk for a nice mid-class nap, and it wasn't uncommon to hear teachers have to say, "Head off of the desk, Mr. Barclay", or "Sit up during my class," multiple times throughout a class period. If only his head had been up when Charlotte Buchanan walked in, and he could have thought up a quick little comment to start off the meeting on the right note. Or at least the right note in his book. His head was down, though, and eyes shut, until he heard her voice which was hard to mistake for anyone else's, given that little accent she had. Quickly, he sat back up, but after processing her words,m he shook his head in pretend disappointment at her. "See, you all just witnessed her starting that one," he said, pointing in her direction as he looked around the room, before looking towards the females in the room. "You ladies elected someone with outstanding moral character, clearly." This was one of the few times that Charlotte actually tried to antagonize him, before he had a chance to do it to her, so it only seemed fitting to play the victim while he could, especially since it was in front of others.

"I know, she sucks. Word on the street was that the election was rigged," Cassidy responded with, knowing that no one aside her would agree with Brent, so her voice on the matter seemed necessary. She definitely didn't hate Charlotte, but like Brent, Cassidy liked giving her a hard time. Charlotte had a reputation of being Little Miss Perfect, and it was fun to ruffle her feathers sometimes. It kept things interesting, especially because Cassidy didn't think that Charlotte ever had it in her to defend herself. Her twin usually would be the one to step in to rebut any comments like this, or as Cassidy expected in this case, Alexandra would do it. The two of them had the big mouths that Charlotte lacked, and since comments from Alexandra and Charlotte's sister didn't bother Cassidy, she usually felt like her job was done even if they did have something to say. "Plus, I heard it was her idea to cancel the Egypt trip. Something about her blonde hair and that hillbilly accent making her stand out more than any of the rest of us." That was a completely fabricated statement, of course, but again, someone had to make this meeting interesting, and Cassidy knew that it wasn't about to be the southern belle and Mr. Model who were standing at the head of the room.

She had followed Brent into the conference room, and was glad that he had chosen a seat on the far side of the room, so that they had a good view of the door. She didn't need to see who was coming in for any particular reason, but she just preferred it that way. It had something to do with how much she valued control. Being able to see who she was dealing with offered her an advantage, in her mind. In addition to watching Charlotte and Alexandra come in, she was also able to see Sydney Persson and Katherine come in, a minute later. "And look, her comes Regina George and Gretchen Wieners. Boy, this meeting is about to be a whole lot of fun," she said sarcastically, though with a smirk, as she nudged Brent's arm.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
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"I'm not knocking that dream of yours, dude, but I don't know if sophisticated French girls are going to go for an American idiot like you. Maybe if you learn to play the harp, or how to paint or something cultural like that, they'll have a reason to give you the time of day. Not sure if boasting about lacrosse is really gonna cut it over there," Cliff reasoned playfully. It didn't surprise him at all that Vincent was taking sex into account when thinking about the place he wanted to visit the most. It wasn't like Cliff was celibate himself, but it seemed like Vincent fit the stereotypical teenage boy in literally only being able to think about sex, food and sports.

As people began to file in, he was somewhat surprised to see Brent Barclay and Cassidy Knox show up. He didn't know Cassidy very well, outside of being Katherine's step-sister, and though he did know Brent, it was only because he was his plug when it came to marijuana. Since Cliff's smoking habit had grown stronger over the summer, he would consider Brent more than an acquaintance at this point, but still not exactly a friend. They socialized when Cliff needed drugs and Brent needed money. Take that out of the occasion, and they would probably never look in the other's direction. Cliff was content with just nodding in Brent's direction, but he couldn't help but to smirk when Charlotte arrived and said what he, too, had been thinking. Charlotte's comment seemed to awaken the snarky beast in Brent, because he sent a remark flying back in her direction, and Cassidy was quick to jump on board. Especially as Cassidy began to attack Charlotte's character, Clifford felt the need to jump in to her defense, but he didn't know how. He didn't want to seem like Lottie needed a hero to come and fight her battles, especially when he knew that with people like Brent and Cassidy, responding to them fit the "feeding the trolls" saying perfectly. It would only agitate them further into being obnoxious, and that was the last thing that they needed at this meeting. "As you can see, we've already got a great crowd," Clifford said, turning to Charlotte with a sympathetic expression. "This shouldn't be too bad, though. I mean, with them it might be, but we just have to get a quick vote from the kids who show up, and then send the results to Dean Brooks, right? Easy as that, and it's already three now, so I don't think we have to wait for too many more people to show up. We can probably just start." He hoped it would be as easy as that. After this, he was planning on finally figuring out what to be for Halloween, so he didn't want to spend too much time at school after hours.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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"I don't mind if she sucks, as long as she swallows too," Brent said, his smirk evident of how proud he was of the comment, though he didn't bother to look in Charlotte's direction as he answered Cassidy. He had seen Charlotte's cute, angry and flustered expression far too many times for it not to be an image that was ingrained in his mind. He looked towards the door when Cassidy made a reference to Mean Girls, but before he even did, he knew who she was talking about. He had never even seen the movie, but Cassidy referenced the characters enough when referring to the popular clan to know who she was talking about by now. He wasn't really concerned about Sydney. Like most people, for one reason or another, he had respect for her. She was the most popular girl in the teenage world of the Upper East Side, and so it was kind of just natural to see her as being high up. He respected her position of authority because that was just how things worked around here.

Katherine was still higher than him socially, but he felt closer to her in a sense where he didn't mind fucking with her then and now. Especially since he had dirt on her, ever since she started buying prescription weight loss pills off of him about a year ago. He liked having leverage over people, especially when those people were the kind who thought that they were better than him, simply because of their parents' money. "And Katherine's not Gretchen. She's the blonde one who's dumb as fuck. She has a nicer rack than Kitty Kat does, but she's still the closest version of her. What's that one's name?" This was why SGA meetings were fun. The unnecessary tangents and amusingly inappropriate remarks.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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"See, you all just witnessed her starting that one. You ladies elected someone with outstanding moral character, clearly." She scoffed softly to herself as she shook her head not even bothering to look towards him to see that shit eating smug look on his face he always had when he was trying to tick her off. She was completely used to his and his friend, Cassidy messing with her, making smug comments, and the sooner the raven haired girl understood that Lottie wasn't taking it anymore. She never held her tongue around Brent and now she wasn't going to hold it around his little friend either. "I know, she sucks. Word on the street was that the election was rigged," The blonde kept her eyes on her computer screen, typing up a page to keep the results of the vote on for her and Cliff to send to the deans of the respective schools. "Yup, it was totally rigged, guys. You heard it here first. It does absolutely nothing with me being the best choice." She was obviously being sarcastic and anyone who knew Charlotte as all knew she was. Her voice was lower than usual and while she still had her accent, her voice was a little more monotone when she was being sarcastic. "Plus, I heard it was her idea to cancel the Egypt trip. Something about her blonde hair and that hillbilly accent making her stand out more than any of the rest of us." Hillbilly? She was a lot of things but, she was not a hillbilly under any definition of the word. "My accent and I has been called worst things than hillbilly by better people, sweetheart." She offered the girl a smile with a shrug of her shoulders.

"I don't mind if she sucks, as long as she swallows too," Charlotte stopped typing as she lifted her eyes towards the future felon. She saw that smirk on his face from where she was and it only pissed her off more. He was really testing her today. Must be a slow day for his illegal income if he's doing this much to get under her skin. "In your dreams." She held her tongue, for the most part for the time being. The seniors had seen enough of the bickering that went on between Brent and Charlotte on the daily with the inclusion of Cassidy every time she was also around. She honestly expected him to continue to annoy her over text message like always when she did have the pleasure of seeing him in person. How he got her number to this day, no clue (it was probably Savannah, a constant client of Brent's) but even since he has had it she can expect his 'Hey Little Miss Perfect' or 'Hey Princess' text every few days. The pair finally turned their attention to Sydney and Jane who had just entered the room. Thank god because at this point Lottie's blood was close to boiling for that 'swallow' comment.

She offered the two a smile, even if she wasn't super close to the pair before turning towards Cliff with a bright smile to show that she was fine. [color=] "As you can see, we've already got a great crowd. This shouldn't be too bad, though. I mean, with them it might be, but we just have to get a quick vote from the kids who show up, and then send the results to Dean Brooks, right? Easy as that, and it's already three now, so I don't think we have to wait for too many more people to show up. We can probably just start."[/color] She nodded. "Sounds like a plan." She sent a smile his way before pushing her computer towards between the two of the which had an Excel sheet all set up for the voting. She held up a finger as she reached into her bag for three cards for key speaking points of the three places and what the trips entailed. She placed them on the table "I also made these and don't laugh at me, so we knew what to talk about. You can talk and I'll count the hands or the other way 'round I don't mind. As long as we get done in a jiffy."

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Katherine had no plans of embarrassing Alexandra or making a scene, and though she felt compelled to inform Sydney of that, she only rolled her eyes when she knew that the blonde wasn't looking. She and Sydney were very close, and after practically growing up together, that was to be expected, but even so, there were certain things that Katherine still knew not to do to her blonde counterpart. Unlike Lexi, Kat often found that it was easier to keep her mouth shut around the blonde to avoid conflict, even if she did not agree with what Sydney was saying or doing. What she found harder to be passive about, though, was the comment that Cassidy made as she and Sydney entered the conference room, followed by Brent's followup retort. This wasn't the first time that people tried to use the Mean Girls comparison, and Kat didn't find it any more amusing over time than she did the first time she heard it. In a way, she almost understood how Sydney could be compared to Regina George. It was pretty obvious that she was the head of the social hierarchy at Constance, but when it came down to it, Sydney was a lot smarter, and more compassionate, and more manipulative, and deeper than Regina George was. If Sydney and Regina George existed in the same universe, Katherine thought that Regina George would aspire to be Sydney. However, she couldn't find any bit of logic to reason that she could be compared to either of Regina's friends in the movie, because their sole purpose was basically to act as the brainless followers of the Queen Bee. And for good reason, Katherine was offended by any comparison that showed her in that light. Sydney had warned against making a scene, and besides that, Katherine wasn't able to get into an argument with trash like Brent Barclay and her step-sister, so she offered Cassidy her middle finger, and Brent not even a glance, as she followed Sydney to seats by Alexandra.

She smiled at Charlotte, who looked even more studious than she normally did. Maybe it was the glasses, or just the library setting, Kat didn't know. Regardless, she took the seat right beside Alex and being beside her friend in itself had Katherine beaming with excitement. "Look at your BFFs, here to support you at your meeting thing!" she exclaimed, as if that were the sole reason for why they were here. "Did we miss anything? Did Charlotte announce that you guys are going to New Zealand yet?"

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Alexandra didn't initially comment nor acknowledge the shots Cassidy and Brent made towards Charlotte. The majority of the reasoning behind the inaction was because...well, as crass as Barclay could be, she kinda selfishly enjoyed his bantering with Charlotte. The blonde could tell her as many times as she wanted to that she felt absolutely nothing for the self-proclaimed bad boy, that he annoyed her to no end, and that she was disgusted with half of the things he said. At the end of the day, however, whenever Lottie decided to fill her head with that nonsense, all Alex ever heard was "blah blah suppression blah blah crush blah blah my best friend is in denial." Which she was. Lottie had a crush, no matter how much she wanted to say otherwise, and Alex...supported it, to an extent. Alex supported all of her friends having a little fun and to this day, she's vowed to get Lottie to hook up with someone, even if the hooking up only warranted making out and possibly groping. Alex wasn't exactly picky and if she was, she wasn't exactly saying it aloud. She definitely wasn't tying wedding bells around the blonde's neck, but it was the main reason why she only gave a knowing smirk to a distracted Charlotte and chuckled to herself as she made her way to a seat near the blonde.

She did speak up when Cassidy made the comment about Sydney and Katherine, though. "I guess I can see the Regina George and Mean Girls comparison. There's always that one hating ass chick borrowing The Grudge's makeup collection and harboring non-hetero-normative tastes," she noted, almost in a bored tone, as she finally rose her gaze to Cassidy. "No judgments, of course. I'm all for LGBTQIA rights. I am here for you, Knox, if you have a confession to make, of course." If she knew Cassidy's past with her sexuality, Alexandra wouldn't have made the comment, though her sentiments were actually genuine. She did support LGBTQIA rights, even got into a heated argument with her grandfather over the matter and called him on being a problematic traditionalist. Her slight insensitivity, had she known the other girl's past, would've upset even Alex for the other girl. But she wasn't all-knowing. Smiling, she turned to Katherine and Sydney when they came to sit beside her. "Hi, my darlings. We actually just got here, so nothing's been decided yet," she greeted cheerily and, after a second thought, leaned over the table to see Cliff and Vincent. "Hey, fellas." Finally, Alex made to actually take a seat, pulling out her planner and her own notebook while exclaiming, "And now if Danny Zuko and Betty Rizzo are done playing I-declare-a-who-can-get-the-biggest-rise-out-of-someone-in-the-room-war, we can actually come to a decision because if one more person tags us in a post on Twitter blaming us for this mess, I'm snapping."

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C A S S I D Y ~ K N O X

Hex Code: #559434
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"Karen Smith," Cassidy answered Brent, in a serious tone, as if she were actually trying to be informative. She tilted her head to the side though, feigning deep thought at the reference. "You're right about the two of them being comparatively brainless, but Karen is too blonde to be Kat. Plus, Kitty's got that whole 'I don't think my father, the inventor of toaster strudel, would be too pleased with this,' thing down to an art." Katherine flipping her off made her smile out of pure amusement, because it was a telltale sign that she had bothered her, but she opted not to continue to pick on her stepsister. For one, they lived together, so she could get her fill of that some other time, and secondly, Alexandra had addressed her, which, of course, demanded her attention. The other girl continued to talk though, but now to Sydney and Katherine, and then addressing the group as a whole, so Cassidy didn't feel the need (or have the time, in between the other girl's words) to address her directly. Instead, she turned to Brent, as if she hadn't heard Alexandra's last part about trying to get the meeting started, in exchange for ending this foolishness. "Maybe I should make my confession now, then. Tell her how I've had a crush on her for the longest time, because, you know, girls that live in Sydney Persson's shadow and spend their entire high school career trying oh-so-hard to break out of it, instead of just accepting it like Kitty Kat, turn me on sooooo much. Maybe after she finishes kissing Sydney's ass tonight, she can bring that ass into my bed. It's worth a shot to ask, don't you think?"

Though she wasn't in the closet about her bisexuality, it also wasn't something that she boasted about, so she doubted many people knew it about her. Alexandra's reference to her sexuality didn't hurt her like it would have a few years ago, when it was still something she felt insecure about, but it still bothered her. Even if Alex wanted to follow up the comment by claiming that she was supportive of the non-hetero community, the mere fact that she brought it up, as if it could be a tool of publicly humiliating her (or at least knocking her down a peg to shut her up), made Cassidy feel otherwise. Maybe Alex wasn't homophobic, but like many people in the world still, she wasn't quite as supportive as she thought she was. So, in what seemed like the only fair move, Cassidy had to fire back, even if it was indirect. Alex could take a low shot at her sexuality, and she would drill in the point that Alex was only relevant because of her friendship with Sydney Persson, no matter how hard she tried to make a name for herself otherwise.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Location: St. Jude's School for Boys - Library
Hex Code: #858585
Outfit: School Uniform
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"The admiration of strong men is a universal thing, man. French girls have gotta love athletes, too. Besides, it's not like I don't have a way with my words, and at least according to American girls, this tongue of mine has got some rare skills of its own." He leaned back in his seat proudly, but it was only because he and Clifford were alone then, that he was engaging in such locker room talk. Vincent could be egotistical in front of anyone, but he had his boundaries, and one of the nicer things about him was that he knew how to make a good impression on people. He valued his image, so he knew that it was inappropriate to be that crass around people who he wasn't very close with, and so he allowed that conversation to quell once Cassidy and Brent entered, following by Alexandra and Charlotte. Cassidy and Brent's presence brought a liveliness of its own into the room. He wasn't good friends with either of them, but even he had he laugh at some of the things that came out of their mouths. They were weird, there was absolutely no doubt about that in his mind, but he could appreciate witty banter when he saw it. Plus, he couldn't blame Brent for wanting to engage in that kind of banter with Charlotte. He liked to think of himself at the master of sex, so he knew sexual tension when he saw it, and even if Charlotte seemed insistent on denying the presence of it, it most definitely existed between those two. If Brent managed to tap that, Vincent would give him credit for actually being worth more than being just a pretty good plug. Charlotte was as prude as they came, Vincent thought, so if Brent could manage to break through that, even though Charlotte was about ten levels too good for him, he deserved some props.

Cassidy, Brent and Charlotte were an entertaining distraction, and one that proved to be useful, because if it hadn't been for them, and Sydney and Kat's arrival, Vincent's eyes would have roved over Lexi for far longer than would be deemed appropriate by people who were just supposed to be friends now. Of course, to most who knew them, it was hard to say that they could ever go back to being "just friends" with the extensive history they had, but... he tried. Or at least he wanted to say he tried, because even though he knew that he should have been trying to see her as just a friend, he never told his brain to shut up as it listed all of the things that he was missing in his life, every time they crossed paths, or her name came up in conversation. Sometimes he reassured himself that he was just sentimental, and that was why it was so hard to fully let go of her after so long... that that was why she was always the first person on his mind when he was drunk and couldn't think coherently about anything other than her. At the same time, he knew that in reality, it was more likely that he wasn't as over her as he claimed to be. Getting over her seemed like an impossible task, and once she acknowledged him and Cliff with a hello, which he responded back to with a similar, Hey,", he found himself pulling out his phone just to text her.

To: Lexi
I'll follow your no-more-interruptions request, but before I forget, my mom wants you to pick a night next week and a restaurant so we can take you out to dinner for your birthday. You know I want to take you out separately too, but I'll take just a family oriented one if that's all you'll give me ;)

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
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As more people came in, Clifford made sure to say hello to them all, but he was ready to start as soon as Charlotte said that she was ready. And of course, Charlotte wouldn't be Charlotte if she wasn't prepared for everything, and Clifford had to smile as she handed him the notes she had made about each trip. It should have been a no-brainer for him to at least bring the itineraries that the Dean had sent him and Charlotte, but he hadn't thought to do that. Charlotte's notes were concise and to the point, which was an even better option, so he definitely lucked out there. He probably would have been fine just winging it, and going off of what he remembered, like he normally did, but actually being prepared was cool too. Since he didn't care either way, whether he spoke or she did, he figured that he would just do it. That way, at least there was a smaller chance of Cassidy or Brent interrupting to make a comment about how they couldn't understand Charlotte because of her accent, or something obnoxious like that. "Sounds good. I'll explain it all, and then you can take the reins for the vote, so that if the vote doesn't go the way someone wants it to, you can take the blame for the 'rigged system'," he said, teasingly.

He cleared his throat before starting, and once the room was quiet enough where his voice could be heard, he began. "Hey guys. So, thanks for coming. We know the last minute cancellation of the Egypt trip sucks, but there's not really anything we can do about it now, other than push for it to be our spring trip. Right now, we want to focus on the fall though, so I'm going to give you all a brief outline of what the three options we have are, and after I explain all three, Charlotte will tally up a vote. It shouldn't take long, since we know you all have places to be, so, yeah." It wasn't the most formal of introductions, but it would do. "The first option is South Island, New Zealand. Administration thought it would be interesting to include a bit of an outdoorsy, adventure-ish themed option to test out for future years, so that's kind of what this one focuses on. The main academic aspect of the trip would be spending a few hours for one or two of the days at the Mount John University Observatory, which is an astronomical research observatory there. Aside from that, we would visit Queenstown where we can participate in adreline-pumping activities like a bungy jump, canyon swing and jet boat ride; kayak in Franz Josef past ancient rainforests, 900 year-old Kahikatea tree's and the Okarito Kiwi Sanctuary; skydive over Lake Wanaka; do a heli-hike on a glacier in Franz Josef; and take the Tranz Alpine Express train, among other things."

"The second option is Paris, France. Here, we would visit Château de Versailles, the Notre Dame cathedral, the Eiffel tower, the Louvre, Musée d'Orsay, Sainte Chapelle, Conciergerie, Napoleon's tomb, and a bunch of other museum/history based things. I do feel the need to point out that most of the days' itineraries here offer 'free time', for those of you who might want to include other things in the trip." He was sure that all three options would offer some dose of freedom, since their schools were pretty good about acknowledging that by senior year, the students were nearly adults, if you weren't legally already, and it was time to give them some freedom. However, the fact that the Paris trip explicitly offered a few hours of free time each evening seemed noteworthy, since it offered an opportunity for people to try out restaurants, or go shopping, or, as Vincent was already fantasizing about, do less innocent things.

Two down, one to go, and as Clifford took a quick glance around the room, trying to survey expressions, he couldn't tell what people were thinking. Since he felt pretty impartial about it himself, deciding that he could make the most out of any trip, he didn't particularly care which way the crowd's vote swayed, but he was still curious. "And last, but not least, is Berlin, Germany. Key points in the itinerary for this one would be visiting the dome of the Reichstag, the Holocaust memorial, Potsdamer Platz, Checkpoint Charlie, Neues Museum Pergamonmuseum, shopping in Friedrichstadtpassagen, taking a river cruise... and a bunch of other things that I don't think I really need to list, since I doubt that most of us understand what these German words even mean." He doubted that anyone would understand what he was talking about, yeah, but also, he wanted to quit sounding like a fool trying to sound out these words that he, for the life of him, had no idea if he was saying correctly or not. He had taken Spanish classes throughout his academic career, so if they were heading to Barcelona or Madrid, he would have been a bit more comfortable with trying to pronounce the words, but with Germany, he was content on just assuming that they were all museums and leaving it at that.

Once he finished, he looked to Charlotte with a smile, as if to hand the figurative microphone to her.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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╚ THE QUEEN BEE ╝



Hex Code: #209DC7

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Sydney didn't have to worry about Katherine making a scene, because she didn't think that the brunette, even on her worst day, could compare to how utterly disruptive Cassidy Knox and Brent Barclay were behaving now. Sydney understood that their role and position on the social ladder was essentially to be troublesome. They were those weird freaks, the outcasts, of sorts, who simply could not blend into normal society. They couldn't just sit down and accept that they were lackluster and sorry excuses of people, so they had to make big scenes and be disorderly, to distract people from just how bland and irrelevant they really were. Although she would consider herself to be familiar with how boys like Brent worked, she was more fluent in Cassidy's mechanisms. Although she and Katherine had only resided together for a few months, Sydney spent enough time with Katherine to understand why her friend rejected this girl as a family member. She was very difficult, and though, often, the same could be said of Katherine, Cassidy was different. She didn't have the same charm and innocence that Katherine had, so there was nothing cute, or endearing, or sympathy-provoking when Cassidy made scenes like this. In fact, all it did was add unnecessary stress to Sydney's life, and as her mother liked to tell her every time she had one too many glasses of Dom Perignon, developing wrinkles prematurely would ruin her life. She didn't need Cassidy to be the source of that; not when she should be far too irrelevant to hold even a sliver of importance in Sydney's life.

For a moment, Sydney opted to say nothing, and not acknowledge the girl or her druggie of a best friend. She didn't want to egg them on, and again, Sydney felt like her attention was a priceless gift that she couldn't just give to anyone who begged for it. She said nothing as the duo made fun of Katherine's intelligence, even as Alexandra stepped in to quiet them down. It was probably a good example, there, of how she and Alex were different. Lexi could be very direct, and very cut-throat, and though Sydney could be very harsh in her own right, a lot of the time, that only showed when she felt like she was being personally attacked. It didn't mean that she loved Katherine any less than Alexandra did. It was just that with Sydney, she showed things differently, and sometimes, not at all. Emotions weren't her strong point, and though she wasn't emotionally equivalent to a brick wall, she certainly was selfish, sometimes. It was harder for her to feel like other people's feelings were as important as hers, and that was something that tended to shine through a lot between her and Katherine. Katherine was sensitive and emotional, and because of that, Sydney had a tendency to dismiss her when she was upset or angry as simply being dramatic. It wasn't fair, of course. Just because Katherine felt things more deeply than she did, didn't mean that the other girl's feelings were any less valid, but sometimes, it was hard for Sydney to acknowledge that. Alexandra's presence usually did the trick though, because as bad as it was, it usually woke up that more competitive side of her. She loved Lexi like a sister, there was no mistaking that, but between Katherine and Alexandra, Alexandra was the one who was more similar to her in a lot of mental ways. Feeling like someone was close to her in anything always brought about a bit of a competitive air, so whenever Alex stepped in to be a good friend to Katherine when Sydney was lacking, it usually reminded her to be a better person too. Some would probably say that that meant that the goodness was unauthentic, and that it didn't count, and maybe that was true. It was more likely, though, that it just took a bit of reminding for her to remember that the world didn't revolve around her. She did care, and she was a good friend, when her mind wasn't focusing on its own self-preservation.

Though Sydney thought that Cassidy would quiet herself after Alexandra's well-worded interjection, she was mistaken. The brunette did not directly respond to Lexi, but spoke to Brent in a way that was loud enough that it was easy to tell that she intended for the words to reach Alexandra's ears. Maybe if Sydney's name hadn't been thrown into the mix, she could have continued to ignore them, and reject her friendship duties twice in a matter of minutes, but she didn't like the path that Cassidy was going down. Lately, things between her and Lexi had been really good, and even if Cassidy didn't know what her comments would automatically force Sydney to think about; that betrayal, and the aftermath of that, Sydney was still brought back to that, and she didn't want Alex to be, too. "Simmer down, Janice. Bitter isn't a color that looks good on even the most depressingly pathetic people," Sydney piped up, her eyes fixating on the brunette, though her gaze remained rather bored and uninterested appearing, over harsh. Again, Cassidy just wasn't worth that much emotion right now. Not when she wasn't directly insulting Sydney.

Even once Cliff took over and started talking, though, Sydney didn't remove her gaze from Cassidy. She allowed her eyes to linger on the girl's face for a solid minute before she pulled them away and focused on Clifford. Skydiving and bungee jumping actually sounding cool to Sydney, but she didn't know if she wanted to go all the way to New Zealand to do that. She knew the trip would be more than that, but still... nearly a day's worth of travel time, each way, for what Clifford had listed didn't seem worth it. Mostly because Berlin just seemed like the more boring of the two options left, she decided that Paris might be the more enjoyable trip. It was a destination that was overdone in her life, but she knew that with her girls, she could spin it into being a good time regardless.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Location: SGA meeting @ St. Jude's
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Hex Color: #CF009F
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Katherine did her best to ignore both Cassidy and Brent, as they continued to antagonize her. They were both pains in her ass, but she knew that she couldn't outwit them without putting real thought into it, and she didn't want to embarrass herself by trying and failing. She would get back at Cassidy later on, when she spent the evening complaining to her father about how she was being bullied by his new stepdaughter. Thankfully, Alexandra stepped up to shut Cassidy up, but all it did was egg Cassidy on to antagonize Alex now. Katherine knew that if she wasn't confident in defending herself, she wasn't going to do a good job at defending Alex, but she would surely add that to the list of her complaints to read off to her father that night. Sydney spoke up then, and though it wasn't as stinging of a comment as Katherine knew Sydney could come up with, combined with Clifford's voice, it seemed to silence Cassidy and Brent for the moment, and Katherine focused her attention on the boy at the head of the table, too.

All it took was Clifford mentioning "outdoorsy" for Katherine to decide that New Zealand was no longer the best option on the list. She didn't think that kayaking, and bungee jumping, and going for a hike sounded very enjoyable. Katherine could get on board for some outdoor activities, depending on the circumstance, but being forced to do them, especially in a situation where they sounded like they would be extreme and force her to exert effort, didn't sound very fun. Paris was the next choice, and overall, sounded better than the first one. A lot of the more touristy things that he listed were places that she had already been to, and the ones that she had not visited were ones that were more history related, so it made sense that she had never had any interest in visiting them to begin with. Even with those sounding boring, the prospect of having free time was hopeful sounding. Katherine was very well versed in the best places to shop, and get dinner, and party in Paris, so she knew that she could find something fun to do. Berlin sounded more bearable than New Zealand, but it definitely sounded like the most boring option.

Once it was time to vote, she was going to vote for Paris, but at the same time, she still doubted that she would even attend the trip. For one, she was sure that the money for the trip had already been collected, and as far as she knew, her father hadn't paid a dime towards it. This, of course, was not the case, as her father had secretly filled out the forms to send her to Egypt. Although her interest in visiting Paris with the school definitely surpassed her interest in seeing Egypt, the issue that she didn't want to travel with the school remained. Traveling on her own, with friends or family, was one thing, because she could dictate her own schedule. If she wasn't having a good time, she could literally fly back home with only a few hours notice. She knew that the same wouldn't apply on a school trip, and for her, there were so many things that could go wrong to make her want to return home. If the weather wasn't good, or she was forced to do too many boring things, or everyone decided to eat at a restaurant that she didn't like, she was going to be miserable. It was dramatic, but that was how Katherine worked, and especially now, after recently leaving treatment, she was nearly obsessed with the routine she had established in her life. Upsetting that, and having no control over it, could prove to be devastating to her, and she didn't want to break out of that comfort zone just yet. "Now that we're avoiding you two getting kidnapped in Egypt, we definitely don't need your parachutes to fail in New Zealand when you're skydiving, so that's definitely off the list. You guys would probably be safe in Paris though, unless more of that terrorist stuff happens... but I could even just take off from school and go to Paris too, and we can just meet up at night and do fun stuff," she whispered to Alex and Sydney, once Clifford finished.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
Dialogue Color ✦ #E8ADAA
Thought Color ✧ #985D5A



"Promises, promises," Alexandra sing-songed cheerily, smile ever present despite Cassidy's comeback resulting in a slight sting to Alexandra's pride. While Alex could tell herself that she was capable of seeming unaffected and unbothered by another person's opinions of her person, specifically when their aim was to undermine her social relevance or even successes, it did not mean that she didn't feel it. Alexandra wouldn't exactly classify herself within the same tier as Katherine, in that she would react on almost insane levels like getting close to a fit of tears and claiming that she was being bullied, but she could never lie about being a sensitive creature. She was. And considering the fact that she knew there were others who also felt like she hadn't accepted the fact that she was forever second place to Sydney Persson despite Alex's own following and tolerable reputation, she couldn't hide the way her eyes narrowed into slits even when Sydney dismissively acknowledged Cassidy and Cliff began to talk. Luckily for everyone, since Alex had half the mind to say something else as she hated not having the last word, her phone vibrated in her bag and she pulled it out, still listening to what Cliff had to say.

Alexandra was great at putting on a show. She could appreciate the dramatics and convincing people that she felt an entirely different way from her actual sentiments. It was one of the reasons why she couldn't wait for her birthday bash as the performer - the diva, as her grandfather consistently and endearingly joked - in her reveled in the idea of portraying, at least physically, a character played by a superstar she had admired despite Aaliyah's untimely passing. So, when it came down to having to tell everyone that she was over Vincent and was just appreciative of being able to want to at least revive their friendship - especially considering she had known him longer than she had known anyone else in their circle - Alexandra had become extremely skilled in playing her part. She acted unfazed when she saw him flirting with another girl (though there was no mistaking that being the reason behind why she decided to make out with someone else or drink a few more shots of tequila), didn't hesitate to show him the same amount of affection she traditionally showed to all of her male friends, and it wasn't uncommon for her to invite him to come hang out at her penthouse or visit him at his apartment for video games or a movie marathon. It didn't mean it was easy, didn't mean that she had forgotten what it felt like to sit comfortably under his arm in a way that was too intimate to be considered friendly. None of it meant that she had forgotten what he tasted like or even that she didn't compare some of the guys she had been with to Vincent. But she was determined to continue to play this part - this very safe role in which Vincent couldn't hurt her again like before. Even if he managed to phrase simple things like taking her out for her birthday alone like it was supposed to mean something...because it wasn't.

Right?

To: Vince
I'll txt Collie tonite. But u kno I'd hang w/ u any time. Especially if Im gettin treated lol.

Glancing at the male in question fleetingly from beneath her lashes, Alex closed the conversation on her phone just as Katherine whispered to both herself and Sydney. She didn't necessarily hide her relationship with Vincent from the girls, and she was definitely more comfortable with being in the same place as Sydney and Vincent without throwing a mental bitch fit because she had decided to interpret looks as something she needed to be worried about. But it was no secret that Kat disliked him and despite their very positive relationship with Sydney as of lately, them seeing her texting him and being able to discern any hint of something more than platonic meant a conversation Alexandra didn't want to have. Especially when she was supposed to be over Vincent by now. Smirking, she turned to her brunette friend for a moment to whine very quietly, "But I like endangering my life, mom. Maybe I can get super rebellious and get a tattoo during our down time and FaceTime you through it."

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Today's school day was uneventful for Thylane. Usually, the days at Constance Billard either flew by, or dragged on tremendously, and she was lucky that today fell into the latter category. She had a couple of exams that always sped up the process for her, and after school, she stopped by the guidance department to ensure that the teachers who had promised to write her college recommendation letters had followed through on it. Halfway through the meeting, she remembered that at that very moment, the Student Government Association was conducting their own meeting, regarding the fall trip. This was definitely one of those moments where she wished that she had a stronger voice, and more outward confidence, because as badly as she wanted to make it to that meeting, she also knew that she didn't have it in her to cut her guidance counselor off as she delved deeper into an off-topic conversation. Thylane nodded along and politely offered commentary when it seemed necessary, but all she could think about was how she had put herself through modelling gigs this past summer, that felt painfully forced and draining because of how she saw the modelling industry, only to afford this school trip. And now, with her luck, they were going to end up in a destination that was completely not worth the money, and she was going to want to hit herself for missing the meeting and the chance to sway the vote in her favor. It was always something, she thought, only able to sigh out of frustration when her guidance counselor finally dismissed her, and she was out of the office.

Though she assumed that it was possible that her peers were still in the meeting, and she could make it for at least part of it, she decided against even trying to find them in St. Jude's. Even if she did make it to the library in time, Thylane knew that she would feel unnecessarily self-conscious walking into the meeting late, and she told herself that whatever destination was chosen, would hopefully end up being fine. She had invested too much into this trip to go into it with a negative mindset. Noting the brisk fall weather (that luckily, was still pretty mild for October), she pulled on a light, navy cardigan before leaving Constance Billard and beginning her walk home. As she walked, she sent out two text messages.

To: Cassidy
How's the meeting? Tell me that you guys chose some place other than France?

To: Katherine
Hey :). If you're not doing anything later, we should hang out! Np if you're busy, but I can help you with that English paper you were worrying about, if you want.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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"Sounds good. I'll explain it all, and then you can take the reins for the vote so that if the vote doesn't go the way someone wants it to, you can take the blame for the 'rigged system'," She rolled her eyes before nudging him. "Yea, let's hurry before you become this school's next Nixon, or Clinton, or somethin'." The blonde turned her attention to Alex who started talking to Cassidy who was making comments towards Kat and Sydney. She wasn't really listening see that she had her own business to take care including not letting Barclay get to her. She had a smirk on her face as she put two of her freshly done nails to her temple, staring towards her best friend. "I guess I can see the Regina George and Mean Girls comparison. There's always that one hating ass chick borrowing The Grudge's makeup collection and harboring non-hetero-normative tastes," That caught Charlotte so off guard that she caught herself letting out a cough before covering her mouth to hide her smile. Here's another way Lottie and Alex differed. Charlotte could make snarky comments but, they came nowhere near Alex's who's always caught the blonde off guard. "No judgments, of course. I'm all for LGBTQIA rights. I am here for you, Knox, if you have a confession to make, of course." When Charlotte was sure her smirk was gone she uncovered her mouth but turned her glance from the wooden table to her best friend yet again. "Alex, c'mon now." That was her way of trying to call her friend off. She didn't know if Cassidy was a part of the LGBTQIA or whatever it was called nowadays and frankly, she didn't really care to know right now. Her and Cliff wanted to get this done so people would stop breathing down their necks. "And now if Danny Zuko and Betty Rizzo are done playing I-declare-a-who-can-get-the-biggest-rise-out-of-someone-in-the-room-war, we can actually come to a decision because if one more person tags us in a post on Twitter blaming us for this mess, I'm snapping."

"Maybe I should make my confession now, then. Tell her how I've had a crush on her for the longest time, because, you know, girls that live in Sydney Persson's shadow and spend their entire high school career trying oh-so-hard to break out of it, instead of just accepting it like Kitty Kat, turn me on sooooo much. Maybe after she finishes kissing Sydney's ass tonight, she can bring that ass into my bed. It's worth a shot to ask, don't you think?" Charlotte took a deep breath "Simmer down, Janice. Bitter isn't a color that looks good on even the most depressingly pathetic people," Sydney interjected. Charlotte was confused on what made everyone start bringing up Mean Girls references. Lottie rolled her blue eyes towards the situation, okay she had known she probably didn't help the situation at first with starting with Brent but that was different. He was a pain, a neverending, obnoxious pain in her ass. She stood up, looking like an amazon compared to everyone sitting down, and fix her long form-fitting skirt to get rid of the wrinkles that had settled in since she had sat down. She knew everyone wasn't really paying attention so she let out a small whistle to get the attention of those in the room who were too enticed by the conversation between Alex and Cassidy to be paying attention. "Okay, everyone I think that's enough. If you all don't mind I think Cliff and I are ready to get started." She smiled towards Cliff before sitting down, crossing her legs and looking up at the male president. She listened to him as he explained everything and smiled with a wave towards the seniors when he started she would be keeping track of votes.

She wasn't listening as well as she should have about the places but in her opinion, she knew these things, she and Cliff had known what they would be doing on the trips not to mention Charlotte already made up her mind. Anyone could assume she wanted Paris. It was cultured, lively, romantic, and she had family in Paris that she had been dying to see since her last show in Paris over four months prior. But she was paying attention enough to hear Cliff try to pronounce all of the German names. She smiled before Cliff motioned towards her. She returned his smile before sitting up in her chair. "Alright guys, so in order to keep it anonymous and fair, and so no one is influenced by anyone else. I decided in favor of keeping things simple and so Cliff and I don't need to count all of them by hand that we would do it online. So get out your phones and go on the link that I'm sending to all of the seniors here about," She stopped talking for a second as she typed in the last name of the seniors in the room and mass emailed them the link which led to a SurveyMonkey, a website that Lottie used whenever she needed a mass opinion from the school within a short amount of time. It was easier, it made the votes all go in three separate columns so all she had to do was make sure they were all accounted for. "Now. Alright, ya'll go ahead and get voting." She also sent in her vote and then just waited.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
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Clifford inched closer to Charlotte's computer screen once the links were sent out, and people started voting. He watched as the tally increased, and increased, and increased, until the twenty three votes of the students in the room had been accounted for. There were twelve votes for Paris, eight for New Zealand, and three for Berlin. Though there were many other students attending the chosen trip, the votes of the ones who had made the effort to attend the meeting today were the only ones that counted. While Clifford wasn't bothered by the idea of going to Paris, it reminded him that he needed to make a bigger effort in getting more of the Saint Jude's guys involved in student government. He was sure that if more of the action and adventure loving guys were here, they would have outweighed the vote in New Zealand's favor, but that was only something he could work on for the future. For now, Paris was the outcome, and he was content with that too. There was a lot to see and do in Paris, and even though Clifford had been there before, it wasn't like he had even seen half of the things there that he had read off a minute before. Given his easygoing nature, it wasn't difficult for him to have a good time anywhere, anyway. Besides, watching Vincent get rejected in a language besides English was always entertaining.

"All right, so it looks like the winner here is Paris, guys. Paris got eleven votes, New Zealand got eight, and Berlin got three. Even if Paris wasn't your top choice, I'm sure we'll all have a good time. Don't quote me on this, but I'm pretty sure they were talking about booking rooms at the Four Seasons there, if Paris was chosen, so it should be cool. But, yeah, unless Charlotte has anything else to add, or anyone has any questions, I think we're good to go. Thanks for coming." Like his introduction, his conclusion was pretty informal, but Clifford saw nothing wrong with that. There were some people who thrived on being prepared and having things planned to the T, and other people, like him, who liked to roll with the punches and make things up as they went along. No longer addressing the crowd, and instead, speaking in a more hushed tone, he elbowed Vincent with a grin. "Looks like you got your wish, Mast. As long as you don't come back as a father-to-be, I guess being your wingman across the pond could be fun."

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Character Portrait: Thylane Blondeau Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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"Don't be a little bitch. Vote for New Zealand," Cassidy hissed, giving Brent an elbow to the side when they received the voting links from Charlotte. She attempted to peer over his shoulder after sending hers in for New Zealand, only to have him turn away defensively to hide it.

"Paris might be 'basic' for you, but I've never been there," Brent reasoned, only shifting back into a normal position in his seat when his vote had been submitted. He had never left the country before, so visiting any of the three locations would have been an exciting first for him, but Paris seemed like the best place to start. It was one of those major cities that people claimed you had to see before you died, and it seemed like a more noteworthy trip, with cooler places on the itinerary, than either of the other two. Unlike many of his peers in the room, he couldn't just ask his parents to fund an international trip for him to any of the locations, if the one he favored didn't win, and that was the only reason for why he didn't just vote for New Zealand to make Cassidy happy. If she really wanted to go there, Brent knew that her parents could send her there.

Clifford's announcement signaled that as expected, Cassidy didn't get her way, and Paris was chosen over New Zealand. Really, she was not surprised, though. Not with the showing here. The girls that she went to school with had to have predictably favored Paris, probably citing idiotic reasons about the fashion shows in the city, or the shopping, or the food. She was positive that Katherine would have voted for that, which was the stupidest thing in itself. The girl's father owned three different homes in France, with one of them being in Paris itself! Why, she would be so stupid as to waste a school trip going to a place she had been to a thousand times, was baffling, but not something that Cassidy would put past the brainless brunette. "This sucks," she groaned, before looking around the room. "All of you are stupid," she said more loudly now, though it wasn't directed at single person in particular. She wasn't so fired up that she was angry, but she was definitely annoyed at the vote not falling in her favor, and because of that, she didn't feel like spending another minute there. "I'm going home. If your Paris-loving, bitch-ass wants pizza later, I'm craving Artichoke," she said to Brent, citing one of her favorite pizza places in the city. "Otherwise, see you whenever," she said to Brent as she left the library. As she headed out, she answered Thylane, whose presence she only realized now was lacking from the meeting.

To: Thylane
Nope. I tried to convince them that France was the stupidest choice, but none of these brainless idiots would listen to my words of wisdom. They chose your homeland.

"Pizza sounds good," Brent nodded. He had a busy schedule tonight, between a few meetings he had set up to exchange some of his product for some much needed cash, on top of school work, and cleaning the apartment that he and his brother had neglected badly over the past few months. However, he didn't need Cassidy giving him attitude for the rest of the week, so agreeing to her offer of pizza seemed like an act of accepting the olive branch in her pettiness. After Cassidy got up, Brent followed suit, but backtracked after initially heading for the door. He turned around and walked towards Clifford instead. Though he was aware that he was talking to Vincent, when he caught his eye, he nodded his head towards the door, to signal that he wanted to talk to him outside, and said, "Got a minute?"

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-Helú Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker

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Alex grinned at Kat's response, but it was Sydney's insistence that the brunette was going that made Alexandra giggle softly. Katherine would probably fight tooth and nail to not go on a trip, for whatever reasons that she decided to come up with (and being sick always seemed to be her go-to, even when she wasn't particularly good at acting like she was), but she had no doubt that Sydney could force the girl out. They both could, really. But Alex could accept that she indulged Kat's brattier antics a lot more than Sydney, a surprising feat considering it was Katherine who was the oldest of them. There was no real reason for Kat not to go. They were all going to be there and hopefully were roommates, if not only a door or two down from one another. She was honestly resisting the trip for nothing. So, giggling, Alexandra beamed in approval at the location selection, nodding to Charlotte afterwards while chirping, "I'll have the announcement up on all of our accounts by midnight." She even wiggled her fingers upon Casssidy's exclamation and exit, not at all bothered by the brunette's attitude. To be quite honest, if Cassidy didn't even come on the trip because of how absolutely angry she was over them not picking her location, Alex would be nothing short of pleased. Now, on some days, Alexandra really did leave to go with Charlotte, whether it was the two of them and the blonde's sister doing homework at the girls' place or Lottie just coming over (and spending the night) to do the same and hang out. However, today wasn't going to be that day, especially once Sydney asked about their evening plans. Jotting down a few notes in both her planner and notebook as reminders for the posts she needed to make, Alex put her things away, slid out of the chair, and was on her feet while grinning. "Weeeelllll, I do have a few last minute things I need to do for my very extraordinary birthday party, but nothing I can't really do until tomorrow. Just a cake tasting and a few tidbits for my costume...which reminds me..." Alex turned her attention to Charlotte, who was putting her stuff away. She pointed at the blonde as she stated, "And I'm sooooooo serious, angel face. I love you to the moon and back, but you have until tomorrow to change your mind about that costume because you're coming home with me tomorrow and I promise you, I will have something ready for your ass on Saturday if you try me." After school tomorrow, and whatever plans they might have in the city, Alexandra was going back to her childhood home to oversee the finishing touches of the decorations, catering, and whatnot of her birthday bash. It wouldn't be the first time she had dragged Charlotte to the estate; the blonde had a bedroom of her home at both homes, though they occasionally wound up knocked out together in Alexandra's bedroom.

Alexandra checked back into the conversation with her girls when Sydney turned the question specifically to her and her eyes widened, darting between the sullen expression forming on Katherine's face and the pointed one on Sydney's. Alex flipped her hair over her shoulder as Katherine practically stomped away and she chuckled at Sydney after a beat. "Did ya have to shut her down that hard, babe?" She asked lightly, though she wasn't really feeling as passionate about what she caught on to as the basis of the conversation. The her must have been Thylane and Alex liked the girl, a lot more than she did a few of their classmates. She respected her, even. But Katherine knew for a fact that the other brunette didn't mesh well with Sydney and while Alex definitely thought Sydney could chill sometimes, it was naive for Kat to even remotely put in her own head the idea of all of them hanging out together. Even if Alex served as a buffer. "But in all honesty, I've been greedy this week and tennis sounds great. My trainer won't have to give me a look on Monday when I actually tell him that I worked out without him." They were headed towards the door when Alex recalled that it had buzzed back at the table, so she pulled it out in time for the very person who texted her to approach them. Smiling softly at the message, Alex glanced up at him, smile still soft, to giggle and reply, "Puh-lease! You know me, Berlin was my last choice."



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"We should probably start heading out now," Ricky stated, fixing his tie loosely back around his neck. Tongue shooting out to dart over his lower lip slowly, he grinned as he continued, "With our luck, I missed that meeting and you have suicides to run for being late for practice. I do not think Coach Graham is going to be happy with this." Though, if they were both being quite honest, Ricky didn't really care. To be fair, he had been on his way, like the good little student who cared about things like school trips and the like, to the conference room. He was going to have politely allowed his classmates to argue their points across and even not cut people off; he was a chilled person, after all. He didn't necessarily like to show his more...abrasive qualities, at least not without them having been incited. He was then going to give his opinion and then afterwards, he and his guys were going to do some much needed guy time, perhaps at his place, or see if there was somewhere in Manhattan they wanted to go. He had every intention of being good. He wouldn't exactly say that it was his fault that one of his favorite little cheer bunnies, Siobhan, dragged him into one of the very empty classrooms on the third floor to have her wicked way with him. He had been seduced and Siobhan was a wickedly cute face with a nice body. Who was he but Ricardo Slim-Helú! He wasn't of the mind to deny himself the simple pleasures in life. Especially when the thrilling fear of possibly getting caught was an option, especially since he himself couldn't remember locking the door.

Giggling, Siobhan pulled her skirt down from where it had rucked up recklessly over her waist when he had had her bent over one of the desks in the back of the room. "But totally worth it," she purred, kissed him lightly on the mouth again, and then sauntering towards the door first. Ricky would have just walked out together, but apparently she wanted to pretend like she had a smidgen of good girl sensibilities inside of her, so she had said she would leave first. It didn't really matter, at this point. His shirt was a bit too wrinkled and his tie too loose for anyone to think he hadn't been up to something, and he didn't even feel like putting on the navy blazer just to put on the illusion of being put together. While he waited for a few minutes, Ricky whipped out his cell and decided to text his friends to see where they were. And to mess with one of his favorite blondes. Once those were sent, he was heading out of the classroom, grinning at the look of disapproval he caught from a freshman professor since he was pretty sure it meant that they weren't as slick as Siobhan wanted to be, and headed towards the entrance of his school to wait for replies.

To: Madam President
So srry u had to miss mi presence, bby grl. U come 2 a decision on the trip yet?

To: Vince, Cliff
Starving. I'll wait outside, but if we're hangin out, food is the next stop.

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Thylane Blondeau Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Ricardo Slim-Helú Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Vincent Mast Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox Character Portrait: Cliff Parker Character Portrait: Brent Barclay

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Hey, Upper East Siders; Gossip Girl here.

Since the class presidents didn't do a great job at luring most of you in for that very important meeting, let me break the news to you that all of you lovely seniors will be heading to The City of Love in a few weeks. With a moniker like that, Gossip Girl can only hope that some of you will leave your mundane selves in The Big Apple, and embrace a more scandalous side once you reach France. For those of you too young, too old, or too poor to make the trip with us, don't worry. As long as Gossip Girl is on the case, what happens in Paris certainly won't stay there.

If the atmosphere of this meeting says anything, Gossip Girl would be willing to bet on a few fun, little scenarios panning out. This trip is either going to reconnect or ruin our old lovebirds, Prince Charming and The Overachiever, and with our adored Queen Bee and The Drama Queen that we love to hate tagging along for the ride too, Gossip Girl places her money on the trip ruining their chances for good. What might be even more fun than that, though, would be seeing the Class President herself finally do something that would allow us to stop snoring at her mere presence. Innocent and pretty is only endearing for so long, dear. It's hard to surmise that Gossip Girl would be the only person who wouldn't mind seeing The Bad Boy have his way with her, and something tells me that The Class President's true self would agree with me on that too, if it ever showed itself.

My inbox is more thirsty for info on who's showing up with who to The Overachiever's party Saturday than The Bay Boy is for The Class President, though, so you know the drill. Let me know what you hear buzzing around, while I tend to those oh-so-important last minute costume details.

XOXO
Gossip Girl

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It would probably surprise some people, but Thylane was actually entertained by the "Gossip Girl" blog that seemed to chronicle every detail of the lives of the Upper East Side's most elite. She wasn't a fan of drama in her own life, and was actually rarely involved in drama at all, but hearing about the crazy things that others were involved in kept her interest. It allowed her to be content with not being so thoroughly involved with that crowd at school, and still feel like she knew what was going on. So, by now, like most people, the monikers that Gossip Girl had given to many of the students that she wrote about were all too familiar for Thylane, and she knew what each one meant. In this post, Vincent, Alexandra, Sydney, Katherine, Brent and Charlotte had been mentioned. It was one of the more tame posts published on the blog, so Thylane didn't feel the need to speculate whether there were any hurt feelings over it. If anything, she supposed that Charlotte might have a reason to feel bothered by what was posted about her, but then again, Thylane knew Charlotte to be a strong girl, so she didn't bother texting her to offer any sympathetic dismay towards the person who wrote it. Besides, she was sure that even while Katherine's title had barely come up, her friend would have a plethora of complaints and woe-is-me comments about how she was included, so Thylane knew that she could get her fill of that from her, since she had just responded to confirm that she wanted to hang out.

Her walk home from school was fifteen minutes, and it was a walk that Thylane normally didn't mind, but also, actually enjoyed. It was short enough to be enjoyable, especially on days like today when the fall weather made things feel crisp and clean, but the sun still shone down strong enough to add a bit of warmth to the breeze. Although she had moved to New York years ago, living here still felt weird sometimes. She loved the city, that wasn't something she would ever try to dispute, but moving here had definitely been a transition after living in a French suburb for her entire childhood. Not only did she have to deal with her parents' sudden divorce, and the guilt that she knew she deserved over its timing, but also the change of scenery. Her father had purchased a nice apartment when they moved to New York, even if it had depleted all of the money he had taken with them, so she couldn't complain about that. It was the equivalency of a jail cell in size and luxury when compared to the places that her friends lived in here, but it was all that they needed. They had a small kitchen, a living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. When her brother came to visit in the summers, it tended to feel a bit tight, but by New York standards, they were fine. It wasn't luxury, but Thylane didn't need luxury. When she moved to New York, she sought normalcy, and New York had given her its own version of that.

When she got home, she changed into a new outfit, leaving her school clothes in her hamper, and left only a few minutes later to catch the subway to head downtown a few stops, to the area of the Upper East Side where Katherine resided. While it would take her thirty minutes to walk to the girl's home, the subway cut that commute down to only ten or eleven minutes, so it was an easy and practical option. Once she got off the subway and started to walk towards Katherine's home, she sent the girl a text message, and finally answered Cassidy's, which she had received ten minutes prior.

To: Katherine
I'll be there in five :).

To: Cassidy
Seriously? Ugh. Maybe I should just try to get my money back then.

There were people like Thylane, who lived in buildings where there was a pass code at the main front door, and all of the residents plugged the code in to gain access to the lobby, and in turn, their apartments through their own keys. Technically, anyone who had that front door pass code could get in to the building, even if that just meant getting into the lobby. There were other buildings, the ones that were a step up, that had doorman services. The doormen guarded the doors to prevent non-residents from getting in, and if guests were there to visit, they would phone up to the tenants room to confirm that they were there for them. Then, there were people like Katherine, whose families owned entire buildings or townhouses. When one considered how expensive Manhattan real estate was, it enhanced how much of a feat something like that was. Though they all had good security too, Thylane felt like townhouses were more personal than penthouse apartments and the likes (though she certainly wouldn't have turned down one for herself...), because there was no security at the front door. It was nothing like a normal house in the sense of what was normal to Thylane, but it was normal in that there was a doorbell that you could ring without encountering any staff member first. As Thylane was used to with Katherine, it was usually a staff member who happened to open the door for her, but she could appreciate the tiny bit of familiarity the situation gave her before that happened. Since she had warned Kat with a text, this time, she hoped it would actually be the girl who came down to get her herself, though.

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When Cliff announced that they were going to Paris. Charlotte couldn't hide her grin. She would have been fine with New Zealand but the thing was, Charlotte wasn't one for 'risk-taking' and thrill seeking types of adventures. She was one who liked to get lost in a city filled with culture, history, art, and, of course, it was the city of romance and she was a full fledge romantic. Even if she has never had a romance in her life. Knowing Alex, she would try to make something happen on the trip; a kiss, a date, hell maybe a single night with Charlotte and some guy if she was feeling really optimistic and idealistic. It wouldn't happen but, she'd let her best friend dream. She quickly sent the results and location to Headmistress Queller as several of the students shuffled out of the room either pleased or annoyed with the results like Cassidy. The blonde didn't give the girl much attention. "I'll have the announcement up on all of our accounts by midnight." She smiled with a nod. "Sounds great. She put her slim computer back in her backpack which was set on the side near Cliff. She didn't mean to eavesdrop into the guys' conversation but, she is nosey. "...I'll get the hot chick, and you can bang her semi-decent looking, very insecure and easy best friend. It'll be a win-win for all four of us." She rolled her eyes with a chuckle and a disapproving shake of her head towards the other president. "Both of you are a mess." Before she could make another smart comment Brent came up to Cliff and asked to speak to him. When Vince excused himself, Charlotte nodded. "I'll probably see you later. If he doesn't get you arrested." 'Him' pertaining to Brent. She didn't know what he wanted to talk to Cliff about and frankly, she didn't want to know. The less she knew the better. She turned to Alex and saw that she was talking to Sydney and Kat before Kat walked off. So, being too nice for her own good decided to leave on her own. She stood up and turned to Alex, who got her attention once more. "And I'm sooooooo serious, angel face. I love you to the moon and back, but you have until tomorrow to change your mind about that costume because you're coming home with me tomorrow and I promise you, I will have something ready for your ass on Saturday if you try me." She groaned. "Fine. I'll look up new ideas tonight and send you them tonight for the Queen's approval." She winked towards her best friend before walking out. She had to meet her sister outside before the car left without her, again.

From: Rosie

Be outside in 5 or im leaving w/o you

Lottie rolled her eyes, not even responding. She walked through the halls with her eyes glued to her phone to answer texts and to also be able to not feel insecure that guys were looking at her. Every time Alex or Savanah made a comment about the guys at Saint Jude getting a hard on around her or imagining her naked (Savannah's personal favorite comment) it just made Lottie feel awkward and weird for lack of a better word. Besides she had several messages from classmates asking about the trip and about homework in classes they skipped, knowing good well Charlotte went. She saw the message from Ricky and rolled her eyes. She was actually wondering where the 'King Bee' was during the meeting.

To: King Ricky

Aw, you know a part of me felt missing. And maybe if you came you'd know we chose Paris.

She sent the message before sending another with a smirk. There was nothing go on with Ricky and Charlotte, she just loved messing with him because of how different the two were. One has never even kissed someone, let alone sleep with them while the other... well, the other was Ricky and Lottie had heard enough rumors and stories about him and 'how amazing he is in bed' to last a lifetime. With how much girls, including her own sister, have gone into detail about him to her she's felt like she's been in bed with him. But, Charlotte has to admit, the man has skills. She won't fall for them but, she could see how it worked on her twin.

To: King Ricky

btw don't call me bby girl.

She put her phone her purse while pushing open the front door to see the twins' Range Rover and driver waiting for them while Savannah scurried from across the street from the Starbucks not far from their school. Charlotte snorted a bit before covering her mouth, watching her sister run across the road while trying not to get hit with three costume store bags on one arm and drink carrier in the other hand. Charlotte laughed as she walked down the steps of the school. "Go ahead and laugh, I'll just drop your coffee right here." Lottie covered her giggles and reached for the carrier as Savvy gave her bag to their driver, Hugh. "So, what did you guys decide on?

"Paris. Which you would have known if you came." Lottie replied as she used her hands to sign the words as well as say them. Savannah held her hands up in defense. "I know, I know. I just lost track of time. I needed to get the stuff for my costume." The president rolled her eyes as the two slipped into the car with the door closing behind them. Lottie was annoyed "What you get?" The troublemaker chuckled and shook her head, smacking Lottie's hand away as she tried to look in one of the bags located on the floor of the car. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

"C'mon, we're twins. There are no surprises. Just let me see." Savannah shook her head as she held the bags close to her before moving them to one of the seats in the row behind where the twins were sitting. Charlotte huffed before giving in. "Fine. I just won't tell you what I going as." Savvy scoffed. "Please. You couldn't tell if you wanted to because you don't have a costume yet. Do you?" The president didn't say a word as she went through her phone getting several texts telling her to look at Gossip Girl's latest post. Charlotte rarely hurried to look at the blogger's posts. They were nothing but mindless gossip and tearing people down to make her, or whoever they are, feel better about themselves. It was pathetic, still, she did like to know whenever her name popped up in a post. "That's exactly what I thought." Lottie didn't say a word as she scanned over the post before finally hitting her own name, it wasn't hard to guess who 'The Class President' was. "Is she serious?!" She was a lot louder than she needed to be, she ever made Hugh look back at her to make sure she was okay. She smiled towards the driver before turning back to her phone, sitting up as she continued to read. "What?" She tossed her phone to her twin. "Read that." Savannah rolled her eyes at her sister's dramatics before reading the phone. She covered her mouth to try and stop her giggles. "You're laughing? Really?" Savannah shrugged. "It's funny." Lottie's eyebrows shot up as she reached for her phone only to be stopped. "...Class President herself finally do something that would allow us to stop snoring at her mere presence. Innocent and pretty is only endearing for so long, dear.--... At least she called you pretty and endearing." Savvy read out loud. "Keep reading."

It's hard to surmise that Gossip Girl would be the only person who wouldn't mind seeing The Bad Boy have his way with her, and something tells me that The Class President's true self would agree with me on that too." The younger twin burst out laughing. She knew how much her sister hated when people said she and Brent had something going on there or that there was sexual tension because there wasn't. Charlotte will be the first to say that she had a stupid, diminutive freshmen year crush on him for like a week before she realized what an asshat he was which only got worst when she became president and he started selling at her events, or at least when she finally caught him. After that point, he's infuriated her to no end with his smartass comments and no basic consideration for the hard work she and Cliff have put into their events over the years. Charlotte snatched her phone with Savannah trying to stop laughing. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. It's just--... that's really funny. And kind of true." Charlotte scoffed. "Please! Brent will never be 'having his way with me' unless it's in his dreams."

"I feel like it wouldn't be the first time he'd have that dream. Or any other guy." Charlotte groaned in disgust. "Just gag me, why don't ya. And it's as if she's saying I want him." Savannah held up a finger as she grabbed back the phone and unlocked it. "Actually that last sentence says he's 'thirsty' for you." Lottie rolled her eyes, holding her hand our for her sister to give her phone back. "Now, I need to vomit." She was staring at her phone but heard her sister chuckle as she started texting Alex about the post.

To: Lex

Have you seen GG's post? If not u should apparently our love lives are the topic of the day.

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Character Portrait: Thylane Blondeau Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox

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Location: Kitchen
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She was usually way too rushed and frazzled on school mornings to put enough effort into accessorizing her uniform to show it, but Katherine really did love fashion. One look at her massive collection of clothes in her closet was all you needed to tell that. It wasn't uncommon for her to wear multiple outfits per day, depending on the errands she had to run and people she had to see. However, one thing that remained common about her fashion sense was that if she wasn't going anywhere immediately after school, she almost always changed into pajamas the minute that she got home. It was the first step she took in "de-stressing" her mind after spending hours at school, and often times if she felt like the day had been especially draining, it wasn't uncommon for her to actually spend the rest of the evening in bed, where the pajamas were actually fitting. Even though Katherine was expecting Thylane, she didn't hesitate in swapping out her uniform for pajamas, because she considered the girl to be a close enough friend where she didn't have to be formal around her. Thylane wasn't a part of Katherine's normal set of friends, but she was a close friend nonetheless, and the fact that Kat was insistent on being friends with her even when Sydney didn't like her, spoke to how much she actually did like the girl.

After getting comfortable, she had set up her laptop in the kitchen, where she figured she and Thylane could work on her paper. She wasn't hungry, at least not for the calorie-laden chocolate chip cookies that she set out on a plate next to their work space, but she knew her father was working from home today, and she knew that she would earn brownie points for making it look like she was casually eating something that months ago, you would have had to tie her down and shove down her throat to get her to eat, and for doing school work. Had he not been home, she definitely would have just set up a space for her and Thylane to work in her room, mostly because she didn't want to be bothered by Cassidy, who, right on cue, came into the kitchen as Katherine saw Thylane's text that she was almost there. "Take your food and go back to your swamp, Shrek. I have company coming over and I don't need you disturbing us." Especially since she knew that Cassidy was friends with Thylane, she wanted her out. She didn't need Cassidy stealing the girl's attention when she was supposed to be there to hang out with her.

"Ugh, I feel like more and more of my brain cells die every time that you open your mouth," Cassidy groaned, eyeing Katherine momentarily, but opting to not go any deeper than that, into the girl. She really was only down here to get a snack and go up to her room so that she could work on her own assignments, but now that Katherine had started up with her, she wasn't going to let her get away with it that easily. Not when her mood was already dampened by the dumb Paris choice. "Your dumb ass voted for Paris, didn't you?" She knew the answer was yes, and maybe she was dragging it by now, but she wanted a reason to roll her eyes even harder at Katherine, so it was the first question that came to mind as she rummaged through the pantry, looking for nothing in particular, as she wasn't even sure what she was hungry for.

"Um, I'm pretty sure it's a law that votes are confidential, so why don't you mind your own business?"

Was she serious? Cassidy had to turn around to confirm that Katherine wasn't purposely sounding stupid to be funny, and was actually just an idiot. When her initial thoughts were confirmed, she let out an amused, yet somewhat sarcastic, chuckle. "You're so stupid. It's really mind boggling how dumb you are."

"And it's mind boggling how ugly you are."

"I can always get a face lift. You can't infuse intelligence into that peanut-sized brain of yours."

She would deny, deny, deny that The Drama Queen, the nickname that Gossip Girl (and many others) gave her, had any semblance of relevancy to her personality, but almost immediately, Katherine sprung from her spot by the kitchen table and pressed the number for her father's office, as well as the speaker phone button on their residential audio intercom system. "Dad! Cassidy vient de me dire qu'elle va me tuer!" {Dad! Cassidy just told me she's going to kill me!} Some people followed the "if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen," mantra. Katherine had her own version of that, that was more like, "if you can't take the heat, bend the truth as much as necessary to make yourself look like a helpless, innocent victim".

"Pas maintenant. Je suis au téléphone, Katherine." {Not now. I'm on the phone, Katherine.} Her father's voice was stern, yet tired enough for anyone who heard it to know that this wasn't the first time that his daughter had come to him with dramatic accusations about her stepfamily. In fact, not only was it not the first time, but it wasn't the tenth time or the twentieth time. Cassidy and her mother had only been living with them for a few months now, and for two of those months, Kat had not even been living in the home, but it seemed like every day she came up with a new reason for why their mere presences were horrific additions to their household.

"Très bien, dites à la personne que vous êtes au téléphone qu'elle va me tuer, de sorte que quand cela arrive, au moins quelqu'un l'enverra en prison parce que je suis sûr que vous l'aurez en arrière et dire à tout le monde que j'ai commis Suicide juste pour la protéger, puisque vous l'aimez évidemment mieux que moi!" {Okay, then tell the person you're on the phone with that she's going to kill me, so that when that happens, at least someone will send her to jail because I'm sure you'll have her back and tell everyone that I committed suicide just to protect her, since you obviously like her better than me!} If Katherine wasn't so quick to end the call in the most dramatic fashion possible, her father would have beat her to hanging up. Though it obviously was not what her father said, she knew that Cassidy barely spoke or understood French, so she wiped off the distressed look on her face and replaced it with a more smug and satisfied one. "He said that if you bother me one more time, he's going to divorce your gold digging mother and send the two of you back to the slums you came from."

"You know that I was born and raised in Westchester, right?" It still baffled Cassidy how Katherine, and some of their other classmates, thought that she was poor just because she was on a scholarship. Maybe she was poor in comparison to Katherine's father's money, but anyone would be poor when compared to Bernard. In the grand scheme of things, both of Cassidy's parents were well off, and if she didn't get an academic scholarship to Constance Billard, her parents could have afforded to send her there anyway. The money helped, that was for sure, but never in her life did Cassidy live in any area that would be even remotely comparable to a slum.

"Sorry, unlike how you're beyond obsessed with me, I don't care enough about you to know every detail of your life. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a friend coming over. You probably don't know what friends are, but that means people who like being around you. Maybe one day, if you do a major makeover on your personality, you'll get to experience it for yourself."

"Ooooh, is it the Queen Bee? Boutros already admitted that she wants to sleep with me today, so I've had enough of her. Now I just need Blondie to warm up to me and both of your dumb little besties will be wrapped around my finger, just the way I like it."

"Number one: Alex didn't say that. She actually thinks you're disgusting, so don't even go there. Number two: Sydney hates you too. Number three: Don't call my friends dumb. And number four: shut up and go away."

"Make me," was all that Cassidy responded with, smiling as she casually walked over to the table and took a bite out of one of the cookies on the plate by Katherine's things.

Katherine was usually all bark and no bite, but there were definitely times where she was too impulsive and emotional for her own good, and that stupid, condescending smile on Cassidy's face definitely pushed her to that place now. She reached for her glass of water on the table and with a quick jolt of her hand, tossed the contents onto Cassidy's shirt. She wasn't sure what she was really going for, by splashing the girl with a glass full of water. If her goal was to somehow scare her off, it was a goal that she abandoned almost immediately when a second after doing it, she was already darting out the kitchen door, and down the hallway towards the foyer and front door, as if she knew she had just asked for trouble.

This wasn't the first time that Katherine had ever tried to start a physical fight with her, so Cassidy couldn't say that she was shocked when the glass of water splashed her, but she definitely wasn't expecting it. It wasn't a lot of water, and really wasn't a big deal, but still, being that they were both petty, there was no way that Cassidy was suddenly going to be the bigger person and just let Katherine get away with that. She chased after the girl, catching up to her at the front door when she had no where else to run. Right as Katherine opened the door to greet Thylane, Cassidy grabbed her upper arm, allowing her nails to dig into the girl's skin as she squeezed it. Through it, though, she maintained the widest of smile's as she looked to Thylane. "So your mysterious friend was T, all along!" she said, her voice nothing short as cheerful as she squeezed Katherine's arm a bit tighter in acknowledgment of it.

This was definitely a part of growing up without siblings that Katherine did not lust over. She liked starting fights, but only when they were one sided and she faced no backlash or consequences from them. Having someone to snap back at her, or in this case, actually fight back, wasn't something that she was used to yet. If she was used to it, or the way that Cassidy's grip on her arm made her seem like she was suddenly The Incredible Hulk, there was no way that she would start them at all. "Yeah. Well, now you know, so now you can go," Katherine said through gritted teeth, as she attempted to discretely elbow Cassidy hard enough to get her to let go of her. Kat wasn't necessarily against being so dramatic as to demanding that Thylane call the police because she was being assaulted, but if she could get Cassidy to leave her alone without causing a scene (which she knew would only get her in trouble with her father in the end, if he found out she had tossed a glass of water on Cassidy), than that was going to be her first option.

"Go now? Oh, I don't think so! Not when I have a chance to hang out with my two favorite girls!" Cassidy responded with a theatrical level of enthusiasm in her voice, still refusing to relinquish her grasp on her step-sister's arm. If it took a little bit of bruising for Katherine to learn how to act like a normal human being, then that was what it took, and Cassidy had a damp shirt to remind her that she had no reason to feel bad for it.

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Character Portrait: Thylane Blondeau Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox

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As Thylane waited for an answer at the door, she pulled her phone out and texted Charlotte, saying, "Hey Charlotte. I know there's a no-refund policy on all of the school trips. Just wondering how strict that rule actually is?" She wasn't officially asking for a refund, or explaining why she wanted one; just asking for now. She only just managed to hit send when the door swung open, and when it did, she decided that she probably would have actually preferred being greeted by a member of the Arnault's house staff, over what she was greeted with. Though Katherine was attempting to smile through it, it was quite obvious that the grip that Cassidy had on the other girl's arm wasn't one that was there out of comfort or love. Katherine's expression, combined with how very well aware Thylane was of their situation, and how the two did not get along, made it all too obvious that she was probably walking in on something unpleasant going on between the two. It was a weird situation for her, because she was friends with both Katherine and Cassidy, but separately. She had been friends with both of them separately before they lived together, and before that even they probably knew that their parents were seeing each other. Having two of her closest friends' worlds collide was definitely odd, but even more so, when it became apparent that they couldn't get along. It put her in an awkward position often, when she showed up to the Arnault house and both girls were there, because it usually resulted in her feeling like she was slighting one to hang out with the other, since they clearly couldn't hang out together.

She didn't catch the damp spot on Cassidy's shirt, so all that she could work off of was the way that Cassidy was squeezing Kat's arm, and the obnoxious way that she was insisting on staying, even when Katherine was asking her to leave them be. "We're not really hanging out. I'm just here to help her with the English paper that was due on Tuesday," Thylane insisted, now wishing that she had just asked Kat to meet her at the library or something. She didn't want to piss Cassidy off or make her feel unwanted, mostly because she hated being involved in conflict or drama, but she also knew that insisting that they all try to hang out together would only end in World War III. "Unless you want to help her with it instead. In that case, be my guest," she added, appealing to Cassidy in a more playful manner now, as she shot the girl a small smile.

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Character Portrait: Thylane Blondeau Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cassidy Knox

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The way that Thylane insisted to Cassidy that they were just together to study bothered Katherine. She felt like Thylane was trying to talk down their friendship, as if, for some bizarre and inexplicable reason, she was embarrassed to admit that they were truly friends to Cassidy, and cared more about her opinion than Katherine's. It resulted in Katherine automatically wanted to take a defensive tone, as she nearly glared in Thylane's direction, completely missing the fact that Thylane was actually trying to ward Cassidy off. "Actually, we are hanging out, Thylane. You specifically texted me asking to 'hang out' and hanging out does not involve her, so she's leaving, don't worry."

Cassidy had to capitalize on the misunderstanding here. She just had to. Katherine was one of the easiest people in the world to read, and it didn't take too much skill to know exactly how to push her buttons to get her worked up. It was something that Cassidy had caught onto very quickly, once she moved in, so she knew what to say to get under Kat's skin. "Awkward... you think you're hanging out, she thinks she's just here to help you with your paper. Are you sure your daddy didn't hire her to 'be your friend', A-K-A make sure that you don't fail out of school?" she questioned, feigning a tone of genuine concern.

They were hanging out with a specific plan that included working on a paper, but now that Cassidy was spinning it this way, Katherine was ready to deny it entirely to fit the story that she wanted to be the new reality. It was a defensive mechanism, and one that she didn't even realize that she was taking on most of the time, when it was happening like this, where her emotions were working faster than the logical side of her brain was. "We're not working on that stupid paper. We're... we're going to watch a movie. Right, T?" she came up with, flashing Thylane a look that demanded that she play along. "We're watching a movie, because that's what friends do. You wouldn't know, because you're a stupid, friendless bitch, so move along now," she continued, using her free hand to motion to Cassidy in a shooing manner.

The dismissive hand gesture had Cassidy digging her nails just a little bit deeper into Katherine's skin, once she realized that she had loosened her grip a little. However, she couldn't be too mad, because her plan was working, and it took a lot of effort for her to remain concerned looking, and not laugh in entertainment like she wanted to do. "No, no, no. Thylane specifically said that she was here to do an English paper for you. Your dad's paying her to 'hang out' with you, and you were too stupid to realize it this whole time. This is embarrassing, Kat. You might have to go into hiding over this one. Do you think the eating disorder rehab would take you back for a few months if Gossip Girl happened to find out about this?"

It said something when Katherine actually stomped her foot out of frustration, like a child on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum, and this was just the reason for why Cassidy's shirt was wet. Katherine couldn't outsmart her in verbal arguments, or battles of the wit, so the only way that she could validate herself when Cassidy was being manipulative or playing mind games was to be childish and fight back in more immature ways. With Katherine sure that her skin was going to break if Cassidy squeezed any harder, though, she knew better than to stomp on the other girl's foot like she had half the mind to do. "Thylane! Tell her you're just here to hang out!" she demanded.

"Nope, it's too late now. Her cover's been blown, and whatever she says now would just be her trying to cover up."

"Kat, you know--" Thylane tried to interject to end this, when it was clear that her pleading looks to Cassidy were doing absolutely no good. She could see Cassidy's eyes light up every time Katherine responded to her, fueling the fire even more. In a way, she understood Cassidy enough to know why she got such amusement out of seeing Katherine so worked up over something as ridiculous as this very obvious lie that Cassidy had construed on the spot, but at the same time, she wished Cassidy would stop it. It was immature, and it was already giving Thylane a headache after only a minute of it.

"You know that she didn't want you to find out this way, but she needed the money, and she knew you needed the grades, and your dad just wanted you to have one friend who possessed an ounce of intelligence, even if the friendship was fake. It's fine, T, you don't have to explain yourself."

"That's not what--" She tried to say that that was not what she was going to say, because it definitely wasn't, but between the two of them, Thylane couldn't even finish a sentence before being cut off. All she could do was sigh and think, Yep, I definitely should have suggested the library.

"You know what? I don't even care. You're both literally dead to me." It took more effort than she wanted to show to finally yank her arm out of Cassidy's grasp, but she eventually did, and she stormed away afterwards. This was definitely a good reflection on how dramatic Kat could be, but also how emotional she was, too. A part of her wanted to be logical and discredit everything that Cassidy said, but it didn't take more than a seed of thought to be planted in Kat's mind in order for paranoia to grow. She was more insecure than most people knew her to be, so when people suggested anything wrong about her, it was actually easier for her to believe that they were probably right, than it would be for strangers to believe so. So, while she had nothing other than Cassidy's word to make her believe that Thylane wasn't a real friend, that was really all it took for her to storm upstairs to her bedroom, and purposely slam the door behind her. She was already in her pajamas, so sliding into bed was the easy choice, and once over the covers, she sent out two texts. The first was to Alex, and the second to Charlotte, and though she probably wasn't promoting her cause too well, the reference to common southern stereotypes was only meant in the best of ways from Katherine.

To: Alex
If you don't uninvite Cassidy to your party I'm not going and I'll never speak to you again

To: Charlotte
Please come over. I need help with the English paper that was due Tuesday and Thylane was going to help me but I decided that you're so much smarter than her and such a better friend <3. Please, please, pleasseeeeeeee. I'll make you sweet tea or fried chicken or whatever else it is that your kind of people like!

With Katherine gone, Cassidy smiled at Thylane, as if she had just acheived a victory for the both of them. "You're welcome," she said, not needing a 'thank you' said aloud to decide that that was what Thylane was thinking. "Now that that's taken care of, are you coming to get pizza with Brent and I later?"

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