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Ivan Johnson

kids are still depressed when you dress them up. WIP

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a character in “The High Life”, as played by chanelindistress

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J O H N S O N


☽ β€œThough I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.” ☾

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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nα΄€α΄α΄‡βœ¦
Ivan Gregory Johnson

✧NΙͺα΄„α΄‹Ι΄α΄€α΄α΄‡βœ§
Ivy {Only by baby Kat} || Vin or Vinny {Common; the latter is mostly used by his sister} || Lux or Lux Lyfe {Stage name}

✦BΙͺΚ€α΄›Κœα΄…α΄€Κ & Sα΄›α΄€Κ€ SΙͺɒɴ✦
Dec 18th & Sagittarius

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16

✦Eα΄›ΚœΙ΄Ιͺα΄„Ιͺα΄›Κβœ¦
100% African American

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Demi-bisexual & Single

✦Rα΄ΚŸα΄‡βœ¦
The Sweetheart

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Image✧HᴇΙͺΙ’Κœα΄› & WᴇΙͺΙ’Κœα΄›βœ§
5'8 & 156 lbs

✦Lᴏᴏᴋs✦
Although this occasionally lovable goofball will say oftentimes not acknowledge his own attractiveness and say that Nurys is the gorgeous sibling, there's a reason that Ivan has gotten some attention over the years, especially since coming to New York. Now better fed and being taken care of properly, he's no longer underweight. He'll never be able to bulk up like so many guys want, but his wiry yet strong build fits his rather petite frame, which he definitely will growl about if you ever called him petite to his face. Whoever his father was contributed to a browner complexion than either his mother or sister, and to the hints of gold in his soft brown eyes. He's known for toting various low cut styles on his natural hair, courtesy of his sister and complete with designs on high-top fades and sponge-twists. Both of his ears are also pierced.

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Outside of St. Jude's, Ivan notably adheres to an urban street-wear wardrobe that, much like his sister, doesn't include the most expensive clothes money can buy. Which is what Ivan is most comfortable with, to begin with. From time to time, Michelle has enabled him to get expensive shoes and his jewelry does tend to wind up being designer simply because she doesn't like him wearing anything fake since that was what he came to New York wearing.He doesn't even try to spruce up his uniform because he doesn't see the point of going to such extreme lengths for something that was made to be strict on their freedom.

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XXXHonest ✦ Optimistic ✧ Vivacious ✦ Impulsive
Compassionate ✧ Loyal ✦ Passive ✧ Erratic

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i. Much like his sister, Ivan is very much upfront about a lot of things. He doesn't bother playing the mysterious role or anything of that nature. If someone asks him a question, he's not about to be coy and keep them guessing. He won't be the first to admit to every bad thing that has ever happened to him or every bad thing that he has done, but best believe that if he won't be going around trying to make himself out to be the puzzle that someone wants to solve. That's too much, even for himself. Plus, unlike his sister, he likes giving people and situations the benefit of the doubt. He believes in the grays of the world, that everything isn't so bleak in the black-and-white scheme of things that others think is the only thing that exists. This optimism and desire to trust could very much be his downfall as Ivan could very much get manipulated without wanting to, trying to give people chances when he honestly shouldn't. He's not dumb, he obviously reads social cues. But he's also not trying to be jaded.

ii. One thing to note about Ivan is that though he won't be the one most people are drawn to because he's either not rich enough to gain a following or not...complicated enough to gain the aforementioned, for those who are friends with him, he's an entertaining individual nonetheless. Ivan can be relaxed, sure, and can maintain very easygoing vibes, but at the end of the day, he's like a live wire waiting to get sparked up. Whether you're talking about a show, comic, movie or even music, Ivan's energy shines through and it's notably infectious. The kid who liked to shrink in on himself doesn't make as much of an appearance, though at least that kid had a bit more control over himself. Because he's so easy to rile up and get excited on a good day, Ivan is also easy to make angry or easy to get to do something that he normally shouldn't, practically to the point of recklessness. He doesn't always think his actions through and instead, has to deal with the consequences even when he's not even sure why he's doing it. Though if you asked his former therapist, there's a pretty damn good reason why he's so impulsive on most days.

iii. The thing that no one can take from Ivan is that he is a rather caring soul and he doesn't need to hide that part of him. It just is. He empathizes deeply with others and if he actually did offend, or hurt someone, he'll be the first to genuinely apologize. Hell, he'll apologize with the utmost sincerity on his sister's behalf, mainly because he doesn't want that to be a reflection of who she is, even if it is. That's just how much he cares. He acts out against guys being douche-bags to classmates who aren't as bold, regardless of if he's big enough or strong enough, and he's a gentleman three-hundred and sixty five days of the year. And to have Ivan in your life is to have someone who stands beside you irrevocably. He doesn't believe in betrayal and he doesn't believe in turning his back on people that you care about, not when they've stood with you when you couldn't stand for yourself.

iv. But for all that, the boy who shrinks back when he's unsure still makes a comeback, particularly because Ivan isn't a dominant person. His backbone only lasts for so long and in certain environments. He'll still be his fun-loving self, best believe, but he's too used to being pushed to the background for various reasons, that he doesn't always recognize that his own beliefs and ideas are just as powerful as those around him. That what he says and what he wants to say will and can matter to someone other than himself. He follows more often than not and it honestly shouldn't be a wonder that he can be unpredictable at times with all that has been said of his person. Ivan sublimates the occasionally bolder and impulsive side of himself in order to not feel like he's going to displease someone, most notably his sister and the adults in his life, and then winds up acting out worse than his normal impulsiveness requires of him. Either he crashes and the depressive episodes overwhelm him, or he lashes out and the manic side comes into play. Which he doesn't know how to truly deal with. He just tries and hopes like hell his sister never calls him psycho again.

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Ivan has a really bad sweet tooth, particularly for baked goods. Much like his sister, he has a rather deep love - though his is definitely deeper - for waffles, but never frozen. No, they have to be home-made. But honestly put anything baked and sweet in his face, and he's ten years old again. Ivan is a really good rapper and he loves writing his own lyrics, or lyrics that he'd share with his sister. He'd fallen in love with the hip hop genre as a child, though since he's of this generation, Ivan does listen to a lot of trap music. Not his favorite because he favors songs with an actual message,but he'll turn up to most anything, to be quite honest. Also, Ivan likes taking photos, not just to post on social media, but to collect because he likes collecting memories. He couldn't do that before and some part of him fears that what he has now - even though it's not perfect - could be taken at any point. He wants to chronicle it all. She gets on his last nerves, but Ivan really does like his sister just as much as he loves her, but only because she's pretty bomb at video games for someone who claims she never has time for childish stuff.

✧DΙͺsʟΙͺᴋᴇs✧
The one thing Ivan was never really fond of, surprisingly, was candy. A lot of things have artificial flavors in them, but he just couldn't get with the obsession that most children had with it. Not when one could get cookies instead. With that being said, he absolutely hates oatmeal raisin cookies, as trivial as it sounds. He just couldn't stand oats unless they were cooked, like with oatmeal, and he hates raisins in general. While he is used to it and even resigns himself to it, Ivan hates feeling invisible. Everyone's always focused on his sister or just someone else, so they always miss him and what's happening with him. He also hates medication, even though he technically needs it and refuses to take it because he hated the initial reaction his body had to them. A novel thing when considering his generation and how they function, Ivan's not a fan of meaningless sex or random hook-ups. He already isn't inclined to do it much or at all because of a lot of factors, most notably his orientation and just not really feeling it, but he doesn't need to be slobbered down by a complete stranger to gain pleasure. Conversations, listening to music, and writing work just as well, thanks.

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i. academics - regardless of what his mental illness might have one to believe, but the simple truth of the matter is that Ivan is pretty darn good when it comes to academics and more importantly, he actually likes it. He likes the structure of it all (which is in extreme contrast to his sister who requires the freedom that the education system currently does not always allow) as that seems to provide a sort of comfort that his home life never could, though there's no denying that his greatest strength comes in being able to read and analyze the text, and to write, whether his writing consist of essays or lyrics. Ivan isn't some genius who's going to revolutionize some long since coveted scientific theory or anything of that nature, but if he were to actually decide what he wanted to do in college (if he goes), he would more than likely succeed.

ii. music - even if he could say that it wouldn't be the first thing in the world he'd want to do, music just comes naturally to Ivan. He didn't get the luxury of learning how to play an instrument or get vocally trained, but like his sister, he belonged to his mother and that warranted some kind of natural talent. Combine that with the fact that he's a pretty good writer in terms of telling stories and providing powerful messages - where his sister will keep things current in terms of ebonics and such - and they're a force of nature together. Ivan is a pretty damn good rapper whose verses actually mean something unlike a lot of the current music on the radio. Surprisingly enough, despite never having taken a lesson, Ivan does know how to play the drums. When they didn't want to go back to their homes for various reasons, Ivan and the two friends he did manage to make at his old home snuck into the music room after school and would just chill there. It didn't take Ivan long to learn how to actually sound good.


✧FΚŸα΄€α΄‘s✧
i. bipolar depression - it's not a flaw, not really, but let Ivan tell it and it is. Most of this false conception has been given its foundation, unwittingly, by his sister. During the beginning of their court-allowed stay with Michelle, both teens were signed up for counseling and before Nurys ended their visits, Ivan was diagnosed with bipolar depression. With no medication, despite Michelle's urging, and no more counseling as buffers, Ivan's mood and temperament notably shift and are sometimes hard to contain. On the one hand, he can be good, too good even. He'll be talkative, able to become excited over nothing and everything, and energetic to the point that he needs a lot more reckless activity in order to find everyday pleasure such as drinking, staying out late, or even hanging with the wrong crowd. Those are his manic symptoms. When the depression hits - and when it hits, it hits - he is no longer interested in doing his normal day-to-day activities, he's more irritable and prone to snapping if he has the energy to even do that, he feels unworthy or dirty, he's not doing school work, and his insomnia doesn't stand a chance to the constant need to sleep. He tried to be strong for Nurys' sake, hell for his own since he knows being a latecomer to St. Jude's and black are already strikes against his person, but trying to pretend like these symptoms and these episodes do not exist cause him to act out and, unbeknownst to his sister and caretaker, make his suicidal thoughts return.

ii. meek - perhaps meek isn't the right word, too insulting to a degree. The issue with Ivan isn't that he can't aggressive. Give him one of his manic episodes or say something about his mother or sister, and he's more than likely going to show you how aggressive he can be in zero point five seconds, african-american male stereotypes be damned. But he also doesn't seem to possess that same backbone when he really needs it, particularly in the case of those who talk over him and his desires such as his sister, even if he knows that it's well-meaning on her part. There was no gradual loosening of Nurys' reigns on him, such as the case for really anyone who Ivan considered to be someone he should look to for leadership. He doesn't see himself as a leader of any kind, and especially not one of his own destiny. So, despite his potential to become something good in the academic world, he lets his sister take charge and contend with the idea of them being a duo in the music industry because at least at some point, in his head, Nurys is going to start focusing on herself and then he'll be able to figure his own stuff out. He doesn't recognize that now is his time to go about things his way and maybe help out his depressive episodes in terms of feeling powerless in his own life, and like he has no purpose and is invisible.

iii. impulsive - Ivan, as much as he is a dear heart, acts out. Not on a regular basis as his sister does as he wouldn't be known as such a good guy if he did, but it's definitely notable. He just doesn't really think all of his actions through, whether they be shoving an older or bulkier bully back because he's messing with someone who clearly doesn't want to be bothered, or kissing someone he really likes in the moment because it just hits him to do so without actually considering whether or not it'll end well. He doesn't mean to, it just happens. A part of that could be attributed to the aforementioned powerlessness he feels when everything is happening around and to him. In a way, Ivan is subconsciously acting because most of the times, he's trying so damn hard to please the people he cares the most about in order for them to not be done with him, or feel left alone.

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Image✦Christina Johnson || Biological Mother || 29 {when she died} || Deceased✦
In all honesty, Nurys and Christina did a good job at keeping Ivan from seeing the worst of her addiction and health, because his memories are jumbled of her. Granted, because Ivan is so intimately involved with his sister's voice, he recognizes that a lot of the lullabies and soothing melodies that put him to sleep back then were her and not his mother, but unlike his sister, he can't resent Christina. He has nothing bad to say about her. In fact, being with Michelle and knowing that she knew his mother long before either of them were ever thought of, influences a natural curiosity to understand her better. He wants to know who this woman was before life screwed her over...he just knows to ask when his sister isn't around.

✧Aleixo Bonifacio || Biological Father || 43 || Undisclosed Location✧
In this case, Ivan also wants answers. Aleixo isn't his father, but he was the only thing Ivan had close to one and so there's an attachment to this man that he honestly doesn't know how to let go of like his sister wants. He wants to empathize with both of his parents, understand what the hell made them do the things that they did. After all, he remembered watching cartoons with this man. There was a good time with him, so what the hell happened?

✦ Michelle DuBois || Godmother & Legal Guardian || 41 || Founder and Head Stylist of DuBois Couture Hair✦
Ivan will be the first to say that his last home wasn't the greatest and for various reasons, and so he's probably the most obvious in his gratefulness for being in Michelle's home. Not only is it pretty much a penthouse, though not of the same standard as some of his classmates, but he actually has his own room to run away to. More than that, he's loved, constantly. Every single day. You can't not be grateful for that; that's just poor showmanship. He clashes a lot less with Michelle than his sister does and he respects her literally putting herself out there for them when they're not even her kids. He is curious about what made her and his mother's music fall out so badly all those years ago because he's not buying what he and Nurys were told, but to some extent, he knows that it's not all on Michelle, but it also isn't all on his mom either.

✧Jada DuBois || Godsister || 20 || Part-time stylist at DuBois Couture Hair & Cosmetology Student✧
Ivan and Jada get along pretty well, but it's obvious that she's closer to Nurys. Jada does wind up putting up excuses when Ivan decides to get away for a bit or that he needs to be holed away, mostly because she's begun to recognize when his episodes are coming in despite not living with them.

✦ Nurys Johnson || Half-Sister || 18 || Constance Billard Student✦
Back when they were small and to an extent, even to this day, there is no one Ivan admired and trusted more than his big sister. She had all the strength of the world on her tiny shoulders back in the day, soothing him with her voice while rocking him in their mother's chair, making sure that he was fed, standing up to bullies who might have picked on them because their clothes weren't as new as theirs, or just about anything really. So, when Nurys came and pretty much told him to trust her again, there was no hesitation on his part. He knew that wherever he went, as long as she was there, he was safe. And that dependence is somewhat costly. To this day, because neither will discuss fully what happened in their separation, Ivan is at a loss on what to do with the selfishness and arrogance his sister has. On most days, she's fine and she's his playful sister who will beat the bricks off of anyone who smears his name, and makes the best waffles ever. And then there are other days where she's thinking about the same life that destroyed their mother and wanting him to be in it with her, and he does - he wants anything that keeps them together and also brings them closer to their mom to some extent - but it just feels like she's going down their mother's path and he has yet to even figure himself out to just follow her so wholly like that.

✧Katiana DuBois || Play-Cousin || 2 || Currently ruling the loft ✧
Katiana is his little monster. He sends her into Nurys' room when he needs his sister to be distracted from knowing when he's going out. She's not controlling or anything, and doesn't let Ivan out, but she's protective and gets wary when he gets drawn into activities he knows no one would approve of. Katiana, though, is literally god-sent and she's a little tyrant most of the time. Contrary to popular belief, it's actually Ivan teaching her curse words and only because she says them so adorably.

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15 Washington Street Brooklyn, NY : Former Humphrey Residence
Seven years ago, upon the commercial success of DuBois Couture Hair - along with aid from wealthier friends and clientele - Michelle DuBois purchased the loft along with the building it occupied in order to renovate and create what is now her home base in New York for both her wig and extension store, along with the salon that occupies the full first floor of the ten story. On the second floor, in accompaniment with the various wig and extensions she sells, Michelle's own hair care products which are cruelty, sulfate and paraben free, are sold. The second floor also holds the waiting room for clients who are awaiting their appointments or to be fitted into the schedule. The third floor up to the ninth floor are apartments she is able to rent out and earn income from, a collection of studio, two-family and three-family units. The tenth floor consists of the spacious three-bedroom residence complete with two full baths, a large kitchen to satisfy any home chef, and views of Manhattan from large floor to ceiling windows, and a fire escape balcony. It also comes with a rooftop terrace that Michelle keeps maintained for the pleasure of her family and tenants, complete with an assortment of lawn chairs, fake grass, a small garden, small tables with umbrellas, sofas, and strung-up lights.
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Ivan's Bedroom: [X]


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CS (with slight modications): The Toxic Cereus || Roleplayer: Girl2Fine2 || Misc. Ivan keeps his old therapist's card with her number on it for his really bad moments. She talks him down a lot, though he never agrees to come back to see her or give Michelle's new number.

So begins...

Ivan Johnson's Story

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S E P T E M B E Rx2 5 T H,x2 0 1 7

7:05 am. It is the morning of the first day back to school for both the Constance Billard girls and the St. Jude's boys. By now, many of them should be up and planning how they're going to take on the day. The extra eager students will be on their way to the school to help set up for the welcome back assembly which will take place at 8:30 am. However for one student, they don't care about rushing into school to help nor precisely planning the perfect back to school outfit - instead, they are sat behind a computer screen typing furiously. Finally happy, they quickly press post and throw on some clothes in the hopes they won't be late to school, not that anyone would notice anyway...

'Good morning Upper East Side, I hope you've all had a good rest because this year is gonna filled with more drama and chaos than any other. I'll make sure of that.

The first day back to school means those first impressions are going to be crucial. No matter how long you may have been at the school, you better bring your a game or risk being shot right down the social ladder. Let's see if Queen Bee Clara Chase can keep her crown or if one of her minions will finally be able to claw their way to the top. Speaking of, what's a Queen without her King? Oh wait, she doesn't have one. Seems like no one can stand Queen Bee-atch long enough, not even to get in her pants. Well, unless playboy Dante Lawson can finally find his way into the heart of the one girl at school he hasn't, hm, gotten friendly with.

And what about the minions, seems like pretty Primrose Reynolds has found herself a man in new money - Tristan Dupond - I guess we'll have to wait to find out if he'll ever love her as much as she loves herself. Oh, and how could I forget the resident 'bad bitch' Nurys Johnson, even she's managed to snag herself a desperate cool girl wannabe in Moriah Goldman. Seems like Clara really is the only one sleeping on her own these days, can you believe it? The Queen being outdone by her servants and enemies. How the mighty have fallen.

All this gossip and more has gotten me so excited for the start of this term, and the prospect of spilling all your dirty little secrets is exactly what keeps me going. The bitch is back.

You know you love me,
xoxo gossip girl.'

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"IT WAS ONE NIGHT! I'M SORRY I DIDN'T CALL YOU THIS ONE TIME!... HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TALKING SHIT ABOUT MY GRADES! SO I'M NOT SCHOLAR OF THE FUCKING YEAR!... Fine, whatever." Tristan angrily hung up his cellphone and then kicked the nearest wall. The onlookers on the street gave him an odd look, but he only gave them a glare. It didn't appease his anger, but it did help a bit. His mother and him got into another argument about how he didn't call her after storming out last night. It was the night before school started and his step-dad, Aaron, was telling him that this year his grades were going to be important. Tristan naturally got defensive about it since his grades were fine. He wasn't an all A student, but he made a fair number of A's and B's. The discussion escalated to a fight. It didn't turn physical, but Tristan wanted to wipe that unimpressed look off Aaron's face. He left the house, sleeping over at his Dad's apartment since he gave Tristan a key. Normally, he would've gone to Liam, Moon, or the Johnson's place, but he didn't feel like talking. He just wanted to sleep before going to the hell hole known as St. Jude's. Well, it wasn't complete hell since he met some of his best friends there, but it was bad enough that he would've skipped if it wouldn't piss off his mother more.

It didn't take long for him to get to school. He looked up at the building, secretly wishing it would explode in a blaze of fire. He didn't care about this place or this assembly the school was so excited for. He noticed the Queen Bitch and her coattails following behind her. The school was so stereotypical it was sickening. Luckily, she didn't notice him, but then again she didn't notice 'trash,' her affectionate nickname for Tristan, like him. He could feel the student's eyes on him as Tristan went to his locker. When he called out Clara for being who she is, everyone kept their distance, not wanting ton invoke her wrath. He understood, but that didn't mean it didn't suck. Luckily, he had the Johnson kids, Liam, and the love of his life to keep him from going to crazy. Primrose was the best thing he got out of his dumb school, but even with her on his arm, people still treated him like the plague. Not that, that was his reason for dating her. She was almost like a guardian angel in his life, keeping him grounded. Though he wouldn't admit, he missed her. Pulling out his phone, since the school couldn't take it away because school hadn't started, Tristan sent a message to Prim, as well as his other friends.

To: Angel of Music ❀ // Primrose
Good Morning, gorgeous. Have you made your way to school yet?

To: Wonder Twin #1 // Liam
Duuuuuuddeee... where you at?

To: Little Johnson // Ivan
Please save me from the hell that is this school ☠

To: Main Boo // Nury
Where's my babe? I need you to survive the Queen Bitch

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"You're late," Nurys announced rather succinctly. She didn't even hesitate when snatching up one of the ceramic traveler mugs that her panting brother got from his summer job at Starbucks and took a sip through the sharp look he gave her. He always put her coffee - the Intenso Dark blend from Lavazza Roast Coffee, with only a splash of milk and a tablespoon of sugar - in the rose-striped Anna Sui mug Nurys had fallen in love with when she had come to antagonize him during one of his shifts.

"You." Pant. "Ain't." Pant. "Shit."

Nurys only rolled her eyes behind her oversized hippie sunglasses with a very blatant you're-an-idiot vibe coming from the shaking of her head. "Bet ya won't not let me set yo alarm in the morning now," she shot back and took another sip of her drink and began walking, the sound of the AlaΓ―a cut-out heels clicking along the asphalt. Honestly, Nurys felt as if she was owed a reward. She hadn't protested much when her alarm had gone off and even kicked on Ivan's door until he snapped for her to stop before going off to eat breakfast. She ate her food, made sure her bag was packed, and finished a mug of coffee before going about her day. She even put up with one of Michelle's speeches without so much as one vitriolic retort, even though it had been at the tip of her tongue. She deserved praise for that, actually, but of course she wasn't going to get it. The skirt wasn't too short, she didn't have anything on that said "fuck you," even though she considered it, and although the color would definitely make a nun or two side-eye her, Nurys was pretty sure her hair was a lot more tolerable than the one time she showed up with so many beads that each step was a cacophonous symphony.

Ivan, on the other hand, had promptly fallen back asleep once his sister's footsteps had retreated. His insomnia happened to be pretty bad last night and while Nurys probably could have offered something, he hated bothering her on the good nights. By the time it had occurred to him that Nurys' bedroom was too quiet, Ivan's real alarm had gone off as the final warning that they needed to be on the walking out the door. Which meant that he had to speed through a wash-up and teeth-brushing ritual and throw on the first set of uniform he could find. Luckily, his bag was packed, but he had only enough time to receive the disapproving look from Michelle, an amused giggle from Katiana who had watched him bounce around trying to get his feet into his shoes, and two traveler mugs of coffee. He couldn't even grab a muffin off of the counter.

"You still ain't shit." He told his sister when his breathing was more regulated and he had officially fallen in line with her, taking a few large drinks of his own coffee. His required more sugar and milk, but it was a welcome container of diabetes to him. He needed the extra pep in his step. Without warning, a bundle wrapped in layers of paper towel was dangled in his face by his sister's manicured hand. He glanced at her face to see a raised eyebrow above the left eye lens.

"You sure about that?" Nurys inquired, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement as she playfully kept the warm bundle just out of her brother's reach. Finally, Ivan sighed, giving her a withering glare before conceding. "Fine, fine. You ain't ain't shit...which isn't even English, but whatever. Gimme," he said and Nurys grinned, releasing her gift. "I am the shit," she corrected. "Never forget that, baby boy." Ivan rolled his eyes as he unraveled his prize, revealing a bacon-and-cheesy-scrambled-egg-sandwich that she had put on toast with cream cheese and jelly. He only offered a "yeah, yeah, yeah" before digging in. Nurys tossed him a smug look and pulled out her phone to see who had messaged her and check who responded to the Gossip Girl blog. It never failed that one idiot would reply to it as if their being mad was going to change what was said, and then there would be an entire chain of that one person getting slammed. Nurys liked having a healthy laugh before she went and became the bane of half of her teachers' existence.

To: Tristan// Future Husband
Dont need 2 survive a bitch who aint a factor. tell dat out-of-the-box built body bitch 2 kiss ur ass. omw

"You a'ight?" So wrapped up in finishing what tasted like the most delicious breakfast sandwich ever to his taste buds since Ivan had been so hungry, Ivan had almost missed his sister's question. He had honestly believed her to be fully engrossed in her phone, perhaps texting Moriah now that they had gotten close to the school. But, regardless of her eyes being primarily on her phone and where they were headed - the two schools looming before them at least two blocks ahead - Ivan felt the probing of his sister's attention with a twitch of discomfort. "Yeah, I-I'm fine," he replied and it was then that Nurys actually looked at him. Ivan didn't like the skepticism and judgement he saw in her eyes, even behind her sunglasses. "Reese, I'm good, ok? I'm good. Bad night, we've both had 'em. Nothin' big." Her face was blank, but her skepticism was blatant and Ivan rolled his eyes, hands up in surrender. "Not doin' this right now, so I'm gonna go wait for Liam real quick. See you in a bit." It was only a beat later that Ivan followed up with, "And don't start nothin' before the bell rings," while texting Liam where he was going to be. It never failed that his friend wanted vanilla iced coffee and while the coffee at their place was always a touch too strong for Liam, the Starbucks across the street from their school always did just fine.

To: Liam
At the Starbucks waiting

"No promises," Nurys sing-songed, but let him walk across the street without argument. It was too early for her to do it anyway. It didn't mean she was going to let it go. Never let it be said that Nurys was completely selfish in regards to her brother and his well-being. She didn't always do it, sometimes she got distracted by personal things, but she never failed to monitor him to some degree. They both had their demons, a good number of which neither had mentioned to the other and for very good reasons. It didn't mean, though, that Nurys couldn't get concerned when she knew Ivan went half of last night without any sleep. She could let it go for now, but she knew it couldn't happen a second time, even if she had to sic Katiana somehow on the boy. For now, though, as she got closer to Constance and classmates she'd like to strangle more than she'd like to sit in a room with them, she finally text her girlfriend, having exchanged text messages during breakfast.

To: meu fofinho (my cutie)// Moriah
honestly, ima feel rlly attacked if i c these nosy ass bitches b4 i c u

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Whiskey colored eyes would sit there worry, crossing the face of the boy they belonged to. An audible sigh would escape the boy's lips, as he sat there staring at the screen. His chocolate brown hair would rest on his face as he winced to the voice of his adoptive-father/uncle. "William Alexander Summers, you are going to be late, get ready! We leave in an hour, and I'm making parfaits." the words exited the older man's mouth, and Liam would jump up and rush around the room to find his uniform, and head to the bathroom for a shower. Getting stripped, and standing in the scalding water for fifteen minutes, taking care of things. He would step out, and hear his phone buzz twice.

From: Superboy | Tristan
MSG: Duuuuuuddeee... where you at?

From: Kid Flash | Ivan
MSG: At the Starbucks waiting

Yes, see, Liam had a slight issue when it came to comics. He named most of his contacts after specific heroes, or things he liked. Ivan was Kid Flash, for being the somewhat impulsive. Tristan was Superboy, due to their striking similarities. Liam often liked to think of himself as Robin, or possibly Aqualad. Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he would send quick responses before sliding down the stairs with his bag in his hand.

To: Kid Flash
MSG: omw have to say bye to dads

To: Superboy
MSG: gonna meet van @starbucks. want a drink?

As he reached downstairs, he would grab his ukelele case and place it on his shoulder with his school-bag. He would rush into the kitchen, seemingly in a hurry. "Whoa, where's the rush sport? A fire?" his uncle/dad questioned as he stood at the counter mixing some yogurt with berries. The male would let out a laugh and speak "Nah, gotta meet Van at Starbucks. Tell Pops I love him, love you too Dad. Gotta go, don't wanna be late for the first day back at hell." the male let out a laugh and kissed the man's forehead, and he would walk out to his car and would get in. His dark amber eyes would focus on his phone, hoping from a text from a person, he knew it wouldn't come from. Hitting his radio playlist, playing a T.O.P song, he would begin his morning drive to Starbucks.

As thirteen minutes passed, he would pull up in the parking-lot and would get out spotting Ivan, and would walk up to him, and began to speak. "H-How was your weekend?" the boy managed to stammer out. His face slightly red, he was more comfortable with Ivan, but sometimes a stammer would escape his lips.

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"The wretchedness of being rich is that you live with rich people. To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober."
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the transfer student

"Hey, Aki-kun," Nishimura Daiki grinned at the camera. It was only 9:00 PM in Korea, but Daiki already had his pajamas as if he was actually going to sleep within the next hour. "How's Manhattan?"

"Well, I've been living like a homebody for the past week, so I can't say." Akio left his computer to check the fridge, wincing at the reminder of how little he went out since he arrived in the US. One of the philosophies Akio lived by was, "rich people stay rich by living like they're broke," and anybody who saw his living conditions would be able to vouch for that.

"Nishimura Akio," Daiki chided through the computer. "If Father sends you to live by yourself, the least you could do is try to be responsible for your own wellbeing."

Akio snorted quietly. "You guys are one to talk!" he called, looking through the cupboards to see if he had any snacks he could eat for breakfast. Nope, nothing. Damn. "Yongseok-san may be the badass rapping maknae who could probably do literally anything like a trained professional, but you said it yourself, he can't take care of himself."

"Excuse me?!" said maknae screeched in the background, butting into the siblings' conversation with his fluent Japanese. "Akio-kun, I may be the maknae of this godforsaken group, but you're still younger than me by two years! Respect your elders!"

"I meant no disrespect," Akio justified. He checked his phone, scoffing in amusement at the new blog post notification. "There's this person who keeps writing blog posts about the local Upper East Side residents. They just directly insulted a few of the more popular students; I bet they're blowing their tops right now. It's amusingly immature." Akio tucked his phone in his pant pocket. "I have to leave if I want to make it to school on time. Keep writing that new album, Aniki. See you later, Yongseok-san."

I hope you're more professional in public than you are right now, little bastard, Takenaka Kanon's voice mocked Akio in his head.

"Happy early birthday. We'll see you when we tour America in three months," Yongseok called out absentmindedly, his typical (unintentionally) sarcastic tone in place, just as Daiki turned off Skype. Akio whipped his head around, staring at his dark computer screen. What?

Akio shook his head, grabbing his things and peering at his reflection in the mirror as he headed out the door. Yongseok was like that; as the other members said, it was all part of his charm.

Akio entered an American Starbucks for the first time in his life, smiling at the woman taking his order as he quickly ordered a tall green tea latte. He probably could've chose an option with less calories, he winced to himself in hindsight, staring at his feet as he waited for his order. Thankfully, Akio lived within walking distance of his new school; not being able to drive was a bitch. The Japanese boy was aware of the two other boys in the store who looked around his age; they probably went to St. Jude's as well, judging by their attire.

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It hadn't been a long wait between Tristan's arrival to the Starbucks and Liam's own arrival. It had been enough time for Ivan to go back over his class schedule for the day and quaff a decent portion of his coffee. After the second sip, Ivan had already begun to feel the effects of consuming a caffeinated beverage. An exaggeration, definitely - perhaps his anticipation of the caffeine working for him worked more than the actual caffeine, but whatever, he liked it - but one he lived for. He would rather the vibration he could feel beginning to settle beneath his skin than the slow drag that had overwhelmed his limbs when it had been time to get up. Before he could see if there was another text from Liam than the one he had initially received, Ivan saw his friend arriving and an easy grin stretched out over his face.

"Would'a been better if Nury hadn't decided to teach Kat how to fight with her only target being me. I never knew fending off a three year old would be so hard, but Kat's vicious. Never believe her when she starts throwing herself at you and cooing your name. It's all a lie," Ivan answered easily, not at all put off by Liam's occasional antics. It came with the territory and just like Ivan didn't like getting called out on his occasional quirks, he knew Liam wouldn't either. Nurys would do it because she's an ass and thought Liam's currently red-faced visage was absolutely adorable and pick-a-ble-with. Ivan just saw it was a regular. Shaking his head, Ivan shot back, "How about yours? You get in line yet?"

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"Would'a been better if Nury hadn't decided to teach Kat how to fight with her only target being me. I never knew fending off a three-year-old would be so hard, but Kat's vicious. Never believe her when she starts throwing herself at you and cooing your name. It's all a lie," as he finished his sentence, Liam let out a slight chuckle. Raising his drink, a mocha frappucino, towards Ivan's view he would smile. "Well, children are the greatest deceivers. Innocent looking ones, take advantage." he would speak with a smile. As Ivan mentioned his own summer, Liam, not meaning to grimaced. It wasn't absolutely terrible, he helped out his fathers in the bakery, got extremely ignored in a rude way by the Queen Bee. Entered a pseudo-relationship with the St.Jude's star athlete, but that was the thing Liam couldn't tell Ivan. He would look at the male and smile with a facade, that would probably be easily seen through.

"Uh, y'know helped my fathers in the bakery. Worked on some music stuff, a basic summer. Oh! I also got to meet one of my dad's Broadway friends." he spoke as he noticed a new-looking male enter to Starbucks. Looking at his attire, he went to St. Judes.....but Liam had never seen the male before. Staring a bit too long, the male turned red and looked back towards Ivan. Motioning for them to get in his car, and drive to the school. He would wave slightly at the new looking boy, and smile, before walking out.

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To: meu fofinho (my cutie)// Moriah
Ur lucky u cute <3

As luck would have it, Nurys had sent the text out at the right time because just as it was delivered, a call came through from a rather interesting individual. With a raised eyebrow, Nurys swiped the call button and brought the device to her ear, answering with a teasing, "And I was wondering when I was gonna get a call from my oh so secret lover."

"Nurys..." Henry Reynolds' voice reached in a deep, annoyed timbre and Nurys grinned.

"I know, I know." Nurys then proceeded to mock a majority of his prior sayings, trying but notably failing to keep the laughter out of her voice. "'That's ridiculously inappropriate, Miss Johnson.' 'I will have you know that I am a happily' - even though we both know that part is a whole ass lie - 'married man with three kids and this is not professional.' And there's also my personal favorite - "

"Are you done?"

Nurys pretended to ponder that for a moment longer as she drew closer to the steps of Constance, not even bothering to eye Clara and her group in lieu of focusing on this particular conversation. Henry had only called her three times with this being the third. All of their other meetings had been face-to-face, and mostly without Ivan. She didn't keep her brother out of things; they were a duo and that meant that she worked to get the both of them attention. She just hadn't needed him to be a witness to how she had received - or, well, taken - Henry Reynolds' attention. She heard the griping in her head enough to not want to deal with it in person. "Fine, fine. I'll stop," she conceded. She needed Henry on her side, not to antagonize him so much that he didn't want to deal with her at all. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, Henry?"

"You want studio time and good studio time, at that. I can give that to you, but I need more exposure on your part. You need to perform." Nurys listened without interjection then as she ascended the stairs. It occurred to her that perhaps exchanging a call with a man who had already been theorized to be having an affair behind is wife's back. Nurys knew their secrecy would be a thing of contention. At the same time, once Henry called on her to talk business instead of consistently telling her that she was too much, Nurys couldn't bother with those thoughts for too long. She had nothing to feel particularly guilty for when it came to this relationship. And if it just so happened that she could smirk more easily in Primrose's presence. "I have a friend who's performing at the Village Underground next weekend and they'll need an opening act to - "

"Are you serious?" Nurys hissed as she entered the front door, actually attempting to keep her voice down. "The village? Who the hell is looking for anyone at the - "

"It's not about who's looking at you there, it's about who looks once your performance is uploaded to the Internet," Henry interjected. "People come and go to the village, but they always record when they're there and share on social media. The good and the bad. You just need to make sure you're the best. Show that you can get a following. Once you do that, and you have to make the performance good, then we can talk about more."

Nurys didn't speak again for a moment, eyes near slits as she considered the possibility. "Consider it done. I gotta go." She didn't bother offering anything more; she hung up and after a beat, a slow grin formed on her face as she put the possibilities of next week on the back burner in favor of approaching a duo she was good on seeing. At least, she was happy to see one half of the duo. "And I was wonderin' when I'd get to see my baby daddy," Nurys exclaimed loud enough so that anyone nearby could hear her, which was probably the last thing Primrose would have wanted when she was interacting with her boyfriend. However, Tristan was Nurys' friend first and she couldn't be bothered with caring for the blonde's feelings. "Hey, you," she continued to greet and pressed a quick kiss to Tristan's cheek as she breezed past them. "Save you a seat, babe." Still grinning, Nurys continued down the hall, the students present parting immediately at each click of her heels against the linoleum.



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Much like what Liam thought would happen, Ivan did see through his smile and tilted his head curiously, trying to search the guy's expression. Ivan knew he wasn't exactly the greatest at reading people; he left that to Nurys and, well, anyone else. He had some intuition, don't get him wrong. But it wasn't some undeniably strong skill that he had developed over the years. He was still working on it, but he did notice that Liam wasn't saying something. Ivan just also wasn't the one to question Liam when they were still in a crowded store. "Oh, sweet! Really? How'd you meet 'em?" He pressed, eager to just let Liam have it for now and question him later in the day when they had a study hall or something. "And you already know you can't show me any new music til' Nurys sees it too. She'd kill me."

While they had been talking and heading for the door, it took Ivan a second longer to see that Liam's eyes weren't focused just on him, but something over his head. Since Ivan had been the first one out the door, he turned around to glimpse the stranger in St. Jude uniform and raised an eyebrow at Liam, tipping his head towards the store as a reference when they reached his friend's car. "What was that? You know him or somethin'?"

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Willow had arrived at the school gates a little past the time she'd promised Clara. God, I hope she's not gonna be pissy, Willow thinks as she pulls into Constance and St Judes shared car park. Spying a couple pressed up against the trunk of the guys car, Willow rolled her eyes at their passionate embrace, jumping out of her car and slamming the door shut behind her. She'd never been a fan of PDA, well, unless she was drunk then Willow couldn't give a flying fuck who saw her half-naked streaking down the street. Ah, good memories.

Waltzing into school, her stride full of confidence, Willow notes that everyone seems to be here bright and early. Spotting Dante Lawson, Willow's eyes widened as she heads for the front of the hall where Clara stood, she makes sure to take the route that goes by where he sits, dropping a snide "Oh Dios mΓ­o, I never thought I'd see the day Dante Lawson arrived at school on time." not stopping to hear his response as she continues on - sending Nurys and Tristan each a small smile as she heads past them too.

Finally reaching where Clara stood with her usual posse, Willow's smile fades to being somewhat less genuine as she greets them all. "Hey guys, ugh the traffic was awful this morning." Willow begins, immediately getting in there with her excuse in hopes that Clara wouldn't then bring up her lateness. Stiffening a little when her eyes meet Sam's, Willow's obvious distaste for the guy writes itself all over her face for a millisecond before she wipes it off and it's replaced with that same smile.

Averting her gaze from the tall guy that stood right in front of her, Willow turned to look at Penelope, a much more friendly face. "Penny, you're looking cute today," Willow beams, Penelope was perhaps the one person within this 'popular' group that Willow could stand for more than fifteen minutes; she was a genuinely sweet girl that Willow found she actually had quite a lot in common with.

Then taking in her surroundings, Willow can't help but be a little impressed by Clara's work. "The hall looks great too." She concedes, not one to keep a compliment to herself simply because she's not the Queen Bee's biggest fan. During this entire greeting, Willow almost entirely ignores Primrose. Now Clara was bitchy and mean but Primrose was almost worse in Willow's eyes, she acted to sweet and cute but ever since Willow arrived at the school, she'd only ever been cold to her. Probably because Willow was so close with her boyfriend, she was worried that Willow might have feelings for him. Good thing she really only saw Tristan as a good friend.

Fiddling in her schoolbag, Willow emerges with her phone, deciding to send out a quick text while Clara and the girls put the finishing touches on the snack table. The assembly should be starting soon.

To: Vin
Where are u? Ur gonna get into deep shit if u miss assembly


Stuffing the phone back straight after the text is sent so that none of the stuffy teachers currently patrolling the hall could take it off her, Willow looks back at the group waiting to see if Clara was going to get her to do anything or if she could go sit down finally.

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Clara smiled as she looked around the hall. The hall looked great, so much better than last year. How Clara manages to do better each year baffles even her at times. It would've been nice if a few more of group had helped, or just showed up. Some were blameless, others had excuses, but the ones who didn't bother to say anything annoyed her the most. Speaking of annoyance, Sam finally arrived. Lateness wasn't uncommon for the Queen's King, but the first day wasn't the time to be late.

"If I knew devil worship would get you here, I would've done it sooner... it would've been nice if you showed up."

His mischevious smile didn't work on her as much as he thought it did. Her look of disapproval faded into a sigh. 'Not much I can do about it now.' She'll be nice about it for their friendship. The resident Queen and King Bee have been friends for years, their mothers putting them together. Sam was her social equal in every way. Clara couldn't help thinking of the Gossip Girl post. Sam may not be hers in a romantic sense, but things could happen. Everyone thought they were both cute and scary together. The fact that they weren't kept stories going of how she's a terrible that nobody could stand to be near her. There is nothing wrong with waiting for someone special, but it would be nice cease the rumors.

Clara's eyes caught movement in the back of the hall. Dante Lawson, another one of Clara's more complicated relationships. The playboy looked good today, but he always dressed impressively. Clara always had a fondness for the playboy. He's charming, attractive, and shared her love of finer things. However, his reputation stopped Clara from acting on her fascination. She wasn't going to be another knotch in his bedpost. Still, he could've said hello instead of ignoring everyone.

More of her group began to arrive: Prim first then Willow. Primrose had to see her boyfriend. Clara wanted to gag thinking about it. Her friends had the habit of dating people she didn't like, but Clara wasn't in the position to meddle. Her friend was happy and she'd be cordial, somewhat. Next was Willow, the frenemy. She's fresh blood and still open for molding. Clara smiled.

"We better find our seats. We have bigger things to talk about after: Sam's back to school party. Just warning you," turning to look at Sam, "If strippers show up I'm not coming."

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"Oh you know, the typical not wearing a blazer crap. You'd think this school would take a hint, but nah." Seeing her face made the mornings better, especially today. Everyone was buzzing about some assembly, but it was just another powerplay by the Queen Bee. Tristan typically ditched these events, but he was already on a thin ice with the faculty. His step-father was the only reason he hasn't been expelled. 'Rich people and their power.'

Nurys little display didn't make Tristan's day any easier. The rivalry between the two musicians wasn't lost on him. Having a girlfriend who one of his friends didn't like wasn't easy. Tristan understands though. He wouldn't deny that Primrose has had it easier in life than some of his friends. Nurys had to work harder than Prim when it comes to their music careers. Although Tristan would never say this to Prim, but he does think it. "Relax, she's harmless." Well, Nurys is dangerous, but the flirting and overly affectionate attitude was just to piss off Primrose. The two both have their relationships and aren't planning to ruin it over some feud.

His grilfriend running off to see her friends wasn't completely uncommon. Did it bother Tristan? Yeah, but he can't say he's not used to it. Tristan chuckled thinking about it. How his past two relationships both were close with his enemies was laughable. Some say he loves the drama and he'd laugh along with it. His life is already a TV drama so might as well just go along with it."Go see your friends, it's fine. But no sitting next to Sam. I'll sit next to anybody else." As much as Tristan didn't like the Queen Bee, her king was even worse. Clara reluctantly accepted the relationship, but Sam has been meddling since the beginning. Being trapped next to Clara was more tolerable.

Tristan moved witht the crowd as everyone was making their way to the school hall. He let out a low whistle at the sight of it. Although it was the student council's task to plan and decorate the assembly, they just followed Clara's orders. She did a nice job, though Tristan wouldn't say that to her face. The catering looked amazing, Liam's family must have done it. Tristan recognized those sweets anywhere. Speaking of which, he hasn't arrived neither has Ivan. He'd have texted then, but Tristan could feel the staff's eyes on him. Maybe later...

Tristan noticed the school's resident playboy in the back. Dante was definitely in his good books. Tristan took a seat in front of Dante, turning around to face him. "Have any fun lately or hoping for that forbidden one?" Tristan couldn't help poking at Dante and Clara's... sexual tension. It's so funny. "Speaking of fun, am I still uninvited from the back to school bash?

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"The wretchedness of being rich is that you live with rich people. To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober."
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the transfer student

Akio was painfully aware of one of the St. Jude's boys staring at him. I'm new and he's curious, Akio remarked to himself blatantly. The dark-haired male glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye, catching him flush red before turning to his dark-skinned friend. The Caucasian's actions strangely reminded Akio of the dreadful task of introducing himself in English. And even worse, holding a proper conversation that went beyond ordering a drink. Akio was sure that he was fluent, but it was more from textbooks and speaking to those he knew back in Japan. Akio never truly had proper immersion with native speakers, which was slightly daunting, although he'd never admit it out loud. His father never brought him up on the international aspect of business.

The Caucasian who was staring at Akio suddenly waved and smiled slightly. Akio was taken aback by the abrupt action, especially from someone he didn't know, but returned the gesture with a tip of his head and a smile he practiced so much in front of the mirror that it became an instinct by repetition.

"Here's your green tea latte! Tall," the woman at the front said brightly. Akio smiled politely, still regretting ordering something with so many calories. "Thank you," he responded, feeling a massive wave of relief when he heard his own Japanese accent being almost completely replaced by one that sounded like a native American English speaker's. Akio had spent a lot of time to sound like a native speaker in the languages he learned; English was harder for him than even Mandarin Chinese. "No receipt, please."

Akio spent the next ten minutes or so walking his memorized path to St. Jude's, all while downing his latte. He satisfyingly arrived at the shared courtyard between St. Jude's and Constance Billard well before the bell rang. Akio noticed all the other students - from both schools - socializing amongst themselves, but the Japanese teenager made no move to approach them. Why would he, after all? Akio had mistakingly not researched how American students acted, but no matter what country one was from, it was bound to not want someone you didn't know suddenly walk up to you and interrupt your conversation.

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"Oh, well they came to the bakery, and Pops introduced us. It was awkward, because he went on and on about how we were similar. But I just felt weird. Oh and you know definitely I won't do that without Nury." the male spoke as they pulled up to the school, he would park his car in his spot and turn it off, grabbing his drink. Getting out of the car, he would tug on Ivan's arm playfully, making an inside joke as they were cutting it close to being late. Taking out his phone, he would send a text to Tristan.

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MSG:save me a seat, we just got here :(

Now, Liam was never late.....for school. For other things, yes, but school was something he was barely late for. He normally had excuses for being so but never bothered with them. He would shrug as he and Ivan walked through the hallways and eventually made their way to the auditorium. Searching for a familiar temperamental male, Liam eventually spotted Tristan. Who was sitting in front of......Dante Lawson. Liam knew he hung around Sam, and he wasn't very fond of him. But, Liam was not one to judge a person by their surrounding. Timidly the boy would sit in a seat on Tristan's right hoping he wasn't intruding and face forward towards the assembly, smelling his father's bakery goods.