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Philanie grinned some at Jack's remark. Hmm – So he's gay? No problem there. She made a mental note to keep an eye on him so that she could determine his sexual preference – It would be really awkward if she was hitting on him and he announced that he swing that way. “Yeah, he's alright I guess.” She offered a light shrug of indifference. Sure, Headmaster Smith was somewhat attractive, but given that he lived forever, she knew that love for him must be an absolute pain. If she was actually capable of caring so deeply for someone, she didn't think that it would be healthy for her sanity to watch loved ones dying year after year. Hell,watching them grow old must be exhausting enough! No, sir. But at this point in time, she didn't really care about anyone enough that immortality would bother her.

She glanced back at Jack as Augustus disappeared into the crowd. “Nervous? Me? Is it that obvious?” She gave a light laugh and shook her head. “I don't think nervous is he right word...Overwhelmed, maybe. I mean – I thought that I was all alone with my...abilities. Never did I think that there were so many of us – Much less an academy! Its...breathtaking. Although, I didn't feel quite as special when I found out that there were so many.” She joked, feigning a pout. Jack seemed like a sweet guy...But Philanie seemed like a sweet girl. “Yeah – This place is pretty big. I have English first period, too! We could sit at the back of the class together; I hope we read some Robert Frost.” She enthused, her small splurge leaking out her secret love of poetry. Her gaze then fell onto the table in the very center of the cafeteria where it seemed a lot of students were gathering...

Cheveyo clone smirked at Myra's response and shook his head. Before he could respond, Jason seemed to come from nowhere and take the words right out of his mouth. “Exactly. While Kaelana is sorting out our Titans stuff, I'm sure Arturo wouldn't mind aiding you in your endeavor to kiss and make up with Calculus.” He chuckled before turning to Jason. “What's good, Jason? You enjoy your break from academics?” Cheveyo was well aware of Jason's reputation as a holier-than-thou prick, but since the man had never acted maliciously against Cheveyo or anyone he cared about, Jason wasn't a threat to him.

Kaelana tapped her chin in response to Posy's question, pursing her lips. “What harm could skipping do? That gives me more time to train and come up with the Titans new number. Or we could just try out some new strains I'm growing.” Kaelana was always thinking about work – School work, A Capella work, Work work, and Training work. She only rested at a party, and even then she was working, coming up with new dance moves. She grinned, running her fingers through her hair. She caught a glance of her arm and sighed, as the tattoos had moved up. “Hey, Pocketful – What do you think about...this stuff?” She motioned to her recent 'makeover' with a light grimace. It wasn't that Kaelana didn't like it – She thought it was pretty sexy. It was just...surprising. And she didn't like those sorts of surprises.

The real Cheveyo was smiling as Anastascia woke up, letting his hand graze gently over her face as she gave him a light kiss. Even without the lip gloss, she still had a sweet taste that sent a chill down his spine. He wanted it to last longer, but he knew how she was about morning make outs – He really hated that she would ever think that she could look even remotely ugly. Even if she had messed up makeup, wild hair, and grungy clothes, Cheveyo would still find her utterly adorable and sexy at the same time. He shook her head as she went into the bathroom to change and rose up from the bed himself. He closed his eyes, taking a few minutes to see where his clone was. He could hear the loud chattering of the cafeteria and could smell fresh fruit. And apparently Calculus had found out that Myra was cheating, so they weren't speaking. He chuckled to himself before opening his eyes.

He gave a light 'oomph' as he withdrew his clone, which caused the Cheveyo in the cafeteria to disappear completely as though he were never there. The real, and only Cheveyo walking about now was throwing on a simple black tank top – He always kept a few spare clothing changes in his girlfriend's room just in case. Plus she said she liked the way they made the room smell; he always sprayed his with his Spirit cologne. He stripped off his boxers and grabbed a pair of black gym shorts – Today was a good day to go commando. Just as he got his shorts pulled on, Anastascia came out of the bathroom. He gave a short wolf-whistle, his eyebrows going up. “You look...amazing.” He smiled widely.

He moved towards her and put his hands on her waist, moving one to gently cup her cheek. “But you know I always think you're beautiful. With a face like that, there's no way you could ever look ugly.” He spoke in a reassuring tone, moving his face down to capture her lips with his. The hand on her waist moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer as he slipped his tongue past her lips with a light smile. He gave a soft 'mmph' as he lifted her up with the one arm, spinning her around before setting her down and breaking the kiss. “You worry too much, love.” He caressed her cheek once more before clasping her hand within his and proceeding out the door, closing it behind him. It was quite the walk down to the cafeteria, but he enjoyed every step.

When they finally got there, he took a seat and pulled Anastascia in close to him, kissing her cheek. “What's good, people?” He smiled wider as he was greeted by a chorus of hey's and a few slaps on the back as well as a punch to the arm here and there. He looked to Arturo, as he sat himself between the Italian and the Brazilian, having set Annie next to Kaelana. “Nice tats, Kaekae. Diggin' the whole nature vibe. The green really goes great with ya.” He grinned some before elbowing Arturo.”Who're the newbies?” He asked, nodding to Philanie and Jack before grabbing a peeled orange.

Arturo offered a shrug, taking his gaze off of Haven. “Beats me, pal. Let's find out, though.” Arturo looked back over at the two new kids and put his fingers between his lips, letting out a high pitched whistle that caused Philanie to turn her head. “Hey, you's two! C'mere!” Arturo called out, using his usual 'mafioso' accent. Philanie pointed to both her and Jack, blinking in a truly surprised manner. What could they want with her and Jack? As Arturo nodded, she glanced to Jack. “Looks like we've been summoned by the popular kids.” She giggled with her joking tone before picking up her tray and moving slowly towards the table.

There were people staring at the two as they walked, though Philanie didn't may them any mind. It was just before she got to the table that she felt a strange sensation in her left foot as though the gravity had been negated in that area alone, causing her to stumble and fall right onto the floor. Her orange juice went flying onto Henry and Haven's table, shattering and getting them both soaked from the lap up as well as pegged with a few shards of glass. Poor Philanie had gotten a mess of oatmeal all over her face and chest. The girl who had done it was standing nearby, laughing with unattractive snorts. Philanie, had she been ready to show what a bitch she was, would have normally gotten up and proceeded to beat the shit out of the blonde bitch. But it wasn't time for that yet – Avalyn had just given her the perfect opening to get the sympathy of others.

She could already hear the 'aww, poor dear!'s and 'Avalyn is such a bitch's as she got up and tried to run away, though ended up slipping in the oatmeal and busting her lip. That actually did hurt. She didn't care about the laughing and the jeers – Her face hurt! The pain had brought up memories of beatings and rapes that she had forced down so long ago, causing her to cry out. “Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! Stop it!” She jumped up, her heels skidding as she managed to run out of the cafeteria, wiping oatmeal and tears from her eyes, leaving a trail of food on her way out to the center courtyard that was seemingly abandoned. The poor girl sat down on the fountain, putting her fists to head, pressing them against her temple as she tried to force her thoughts back to calm.

“Open up your mouth, bitch! Didn't your mother teach you anything?” A man hissed at a small Philanie, who was curled in a corner, crying her poor little heart out. “Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! Stop it!” She cried out, throwing a nearby lamp at him as she attempted to bolt, hoping to escape through the doggy door. The man with blonde hair dodged the lamp and ran to her, snatching her by her hair and wrestling over to the couch. “That's okay! I like 'em nice and feisty!” He snickered as he threw her body down onto the cushions. “Now, let me pop that little cherry.” His laugh was sinister as he began to remove his belt, feeding from the fear in the seven year old's eyes.

Back in the cafeteria, Avalyn had escaped out to the front lawn after Kaelana broke her nose and busted her lip. Genevieve sighed boredly and examined her nails. “She has gonorrhea, anyways. So the joke's on her, I suppose.” Kaelana looked over at Ginny, a puzzled expression gracing her face. “Since when?” The French girl laughed softly. “Since I just said so, tree-hugger.” She shook her head and moved away from the table, going towards her girlfriend. She would help the new girl – But she didn't know her enough to care. She'd help Henry and Haven...But Seychelle was more important. She sat, forcing herself between Carlee and Seychelle. Genevieve didn't like Carlee. As far as she was concerned, Carlee was just a dopey little tag-along that was getting too close to her girlfriend for comfort. Ginny could be a little picky about who Seychelle flirted with. And she just didn't like quiet little Carlee. Nothing really personal. She just didn't like her.

She leaned into Seychelle, making sure to deliver a long, deep, gentle, and passionate kiss before pulling away with her trademark smile. “I hope you enjoyed last night – I felt like I was being a bit too...rough.” She licked her ruby red lips as she leaned in kissing her girlfriend's neck. One could not even begin to describe the levels of possessive that Ginny was on. But, what made her love Seychelle even more was that Chelle didn't care. Genevieve had her friends talk to her all the time about how she should be faithful to Chelle if she really loved her – But apparently they didn't know what polyamorous was. And she had heard enough from some of Seychelle's lackeys about how she needed to stop fucking around on Seychelle or be fair and let Chelle flirt and sleep with other people that Ginny didn't pick. Everyone was a critic. But all that mattered to Genevieve was Seychelle being comfortable. If the self-proclaimed Queen was uncomfortable with their relationship, she would have said so.

Ginny turned her head to Carlee and smiled in a wickedly sweet manner. “Oh, did I come between you two? I'm sorry – You should wear a brighter clothing. I didn't even see you there.” She shrugged and turned her attention back to Seychelle.