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a character in “Buckle Up”, as played by Grumpy-Converse

Description

GM POWER.

*is not in a creative mood*

So begins...

-- A's Story

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: Rita Estrada Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: Nikolai Belikov Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Quinn Harper Lyttle
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To: Rita Estrada

Message:
Hi Rita ;) Just Curious; Ho do you think the cheerleaders would feel if they knew you were bi? Let's hope they don't have to find out. xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Hi Pipes ;) How's the whole 'gay' thing going? Still having nightmares? A shame. xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Dayna Everly

Message:
Hey Dayna ;) A lingerie model? Really? And you being bulimic and everything! Looking for attention from a certain someone, are we? What a whore. xxx - A

From: Blocked Number


To: Nikolai Belikov

Message:
Nikolai, how are your stuffed toys? Hope it's not getting in the way of being a fashion designer ;) xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Quinn Lythe

Message:
Quinny, honey! xx How's that whole 'crushing on a cheerleader' thing going? It must be driving you insane! Oops - bad choice of words? ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number


(That's everyone, then! Basically, it will be Monday Morning, when everyone is on their way to school, and stuff. We'll say... October 3rd? Yeah, that seems okay. So they have been back for about a month. This is their first text they get, and they can reply by the way!)

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: Rita Estrada Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Quinn Harper Lyttle
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Piper Lancaster

Image This ain't a love song, this is goodbyee... Sung the alarm clock as the set time flashed across the LCD screen. A pale hand came out of the duvet to stroke the fluffy head of the small puppy that lay next to her on her bed, and she smiled ever so slightly. "Morning, Jackson." She mumbled, before then popping her out into the bright sunlight. Mornings were never something that Piper Lancaster had been very good at, and she was usually pretty groggy in the mornings. Although today, she was feeling a little better than usual. She wasn't feeling like going back to sleep again and staying in bed all day. She didn't feel like shouting at someone if they came in to annoy her. She just felt good. Something about today... mhm, it just felt as if something was going to be different, and it was going to be good. Which spurred her on a little to be happy.

After jumping out of bed, having a shower, and getting dressed into this, Piper felt even better than she had done when she woke up, and as she came down the stairs with a smile on her face. However, that smile instantly faltered when she saw the letter on the large, ornate dining table. She picked it up with a sigh, her father's fancy handwriting flowing across the folded piece of paper. "Dear Piper, I'm sorry I can't be with you for breakfast, but have a good day and I'll see you for dinner. Love, Dad." That's all it said. The messages that her father left on the table had dwindled in size over the years, and instead of getting a couple of paragraphs, she now only gets a sentence or two. She threw the letter into the nearest waste paper basket, and dashed to the kitchen to pop a slice of toast into the toaster. She tried not to let the whole thing with her father bother her, and kept that happy smile on her face as she nibbled on her buttery toast.

When she was finished, she walked out to her Aston Martin DB9 that was parked in the garage (yes, her father liked to buy her affection) and climbed in. She had sold her last car after... the accident that she had in it. When her father had asked why she wanted to get rid of her gorgeous little mini, she said it was because she wanted a larger, smarter looking car. The wheel felt unfamiliar to her as she clasped her hands around it, and reversed out of the garage, before she began speeding towards school. Once she arrived, after about ten minutes of driving or so, she parked her flashy car near the front of the school, where the rest of the cheer squad parked their cars. A sigh emitted from Piper's lips as she pulled her school bag out of the back seat, seeing the red and white outfit laying screwed up on top. She hated being a cheerleader - but if it made her father proud of her, she'd keep doing it for as long as she possibly could. Her thought train was interrupted when her iPhone bleeped, and she pulled it out of her pocket, wondering who could be texting her at this time in the morning.

It could have been one of her fellow cheerleaders, like Rita, or Dayna, or it could have been Quinn, the girl that she had started speaking to briefly in history and PE lessons, the two that they had together. However, what was on her screen, she had not been expecting at all.

To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Hi Pipes ;) How's the whole 'gay' thing going? Still having nightmares? A shame. xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


The phone nearly fell out of her hands as her eyes re-read the text for what seemed like the thousandth time. Her fingers fumbled over the touch screen as she quickly typed back, her heart feeling like it was pounding out of her chest. Who could know? Not only that she wasn't completely straight, but who could know about.... about that night... on that dark, back road... Tears threatened to fall over her eyes as she stood there, and she dipped her head to the floor, trying to avoid anyone's gaze at that moment in time. She had taken the nonchalant way out, denying everything accused of her in the text. Of course, all of it was true - but she hadn't told anyone...

To: Blocked Number

Message:
Who is this? What do you mean about nightmares? And Gay? Do you know who I am?

From: Piper Lancaster

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: -- A
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Dayna Everly's iphone dock station buzzed violently. Signaling to her to wake up. She rolled over slightly and groaned. Then with a not so gentle force she pressed the snooze button.
"Damned phone" She groaned. Finally after groggily rolling in her bed she stood up and walked over to her favorite room in the whole house. Her fully stocked closet filled with clothes picked out by her personal stylist to fit her every desire. Was she spoiled? Hell Yeah! And loving it. She took a nice long shower to calm her nerves. She stood in front of her full body mirror and sucked in her stomach, prepared to criticize every part of her glowing, lean, curved body. But instead she just sat down and did her hair. Then she patiently applied her eye makeup and lip gloss. Until it reached her standards enough for her to hurry and get dressed. After carefully selecting her outfit she chose this.
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Once she was done she headed downstairs. Making her overly perky dogs bark in slight annoyance. She stuck her tongue at them. Once she spotted her pug moxie she picked her up and cradled her in her arms. Jo trailed behind her and moxie wagging her massive furry tail. She put her dogs down and filled their doggies bowls. Before making herself some pancakes.
She was about to eat when her phone buzzed.
To: Dayna Everly

Message:
Hey Dayna ;) A lingerie model? Really? And you being bulimic and everything! Looking for attention from a certain someone, are we? What a whore. xxx - A

From: Blocked Number


Dayna felt herself shaking. What the hell? She had no enemies she wasn't as bitchy as most of the cheerleaders. The whole thing made no sense. She stared at the text for another second before furiously typing back.

To: Blocked number

message:
WHo the hell do you think you are? Don't you dare judge me. I am not afraid of you. SO just tell me what you want so we can get this over with.

From: Dayna

Suddenly losing her appetite she quickly grabbed the keys to her car. A white Range Rover she got for her sweet sixteen. It was totally personalized for her. The seats had her initials embroidered on them, she had custom tire rims, everything she wanted. She originally had a convertible but now that serves as her back up vehcle Her father bought it for her. And in her mind everything he buys her is just guilt money.
Sorry for leaving you and your mom for a slut half my age.... but here's a car. No Deal Dirtbag.

After driving for about fifteen minuets she pulled into the school quad. There wasn't a sign or anything but the quad was for the cheerleaders, jocks, and overall hotties. Anyone else was committing social suicide. She looked around for other cheerleaders.

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: Abrianna Nevaeh Jones Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Tokishio
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To: Blocked Number

Message:
Who is this? What do you mean about nightmares? And Gay? Do you know who I am?

From: Piper Lancaster


To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Don't bother playing dumb... I. Know. Everything. -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
WHo the hell do you think you are? Don't you dare judge me. I am not afraid of you. SO just tell me what you want so we can get this over with.

From: Dayna Everly


To: Dayna Everly

Message:
You're not really in the position to talk back to me, are you? I'd watch that lipstick smeared mouth of yours, if I were you. And as for what I want? Nothing... yet ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Abrianna Jones

Message:
How's the baby? Any names in mind yet? You know, it would be such a pity to kill yourself with a child on the way ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number

To: Tokishio

Message:
Murderer. xx -- A

From: Blocked Number

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Abrianna had woken late, confused as to why her alarm didn't go off. 'It's not like the power going out would affect an alarm on my phone.' She put on her glasses and got outta bed. Then she noticed she had a new text. She opened it and read the message.

How's the baby? Any names in mind yet? You know, it would be such a pity to kill yourself with a child on the way ;) -- A

At first, she thought maybe it was a friend playing a trick, but after texting all her friends, freaking out, she got even more scared. She hit the reply button:

"Who is this? How did you find out? What do you want?"

She tried to get ready quickly, but the thought of someone knowing her secret, it scared her to no end. She put on her favorite pair of jeans, a blue-green t-shirt with that rock and ruler joke, and her baby blue converse. She grabbed all her stuff she would need for school, and rushed to her car. Gotta get there before 1st period starts, or I will have to stay for detention. She pulled into the parking lot, locked her bug up, and rushed to her locker. When she got into school, the bell signalling that you need to get to class rung. She rushed to put all her stuff in her locker and opened the door to her first block right as the tardy bell rang. If her first block teacher hadn't absolutely loved her, she would be in detention.

"Abrianna? Whay are you almost late sweetie?"

"My alarm didnt go off. Sorry."

"Its ok. Those things cant be helped. The important thing is that you are here. Take a seat."

Abrianna sat down and turned her phone on silent, but put it where she could see if she had a text, and could reply easily. She was going to figure out who that was if she had to jack everyone's phone and check their contacts.

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Tokishio "Toki" to his friends, well to the few that he had, phone buzzed in the middle of his self drama practice. With a frown he hopped off the stage, the script for midsummer night dream still in hand. He picked it up with a frown and saw it was from a blocked number, "the hell?" he thought to himself as he flipped his old phone up, none of that fancy smartphone stuff for him... not until he saved up money that is. He knew it couldn't be any of his friends, he had told them not to text him at this time... He quickly opened the text and read it, he blinked as he read it again... and he started to shake, only one word was on it, one that made his bright blue eyes widen. "Murderer" the message read... his hand shook making his bracelets clink almost in a musical way as he replied, "if this is a joke it is a poor one! Who are you?" he sent as he shut his phone. He was to shaken up to practice as he closed the script on Robin Goodfellows final speech with a shake of his head. "...Preposterous... Most likely someones idea of a joke..." he muttered to himself as he closed his eyes, and for that brief moment he heard the sound of a car crash played in his head. He shook his head and walked out of the Theater, no idea where he was going... all he knew was he did not want to stay in that room at this moment.

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Character Portrait: Nikolai Belikov Character Portrait: -- A
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Bzzz.... Bzzz.... Nikolai groaned, feeling around on his nightstand with his eyes closed. Where on earth was his phone? Of course, it would help to open his eyes, but, hey, he was tired and it was far too early. Finally, Nikolai felt the hard case of his env3, and picked it up, holding it over his head and opening it to read his text. Finally, he opened his eyes, and felt his heart almost stop at the message he read.

To: Nikolai Belikov

Message:
Nikolai, how are your stuffed toys? Hope it's not getting in the way of being a fashion designer ;) xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


How could someone know? Nikolai paled in panic. Who was this person who seemed to know his darkest secrets? At least they didn't seem to know one of them... That was always good. The thin male stood up, and began to pace back and forth, running a hand through his long, tangled brown hair. How would he reply? Would he reply? He would have to reply, wouldn't he? It would be a sign of fear to not reply, right? He wouldn't want to seem scared, after all. That would be like openly telling the person that they could use him for whatever they wanted, and that he was absolutely powerless.

Finally, he managed to figure out a response.

To: Blocked Number

I think you have a wrong number.

From: Nikolai Belikov


It wasn't much of a response, but it was something. At least it would hopefully confuse this person, whoever '-- A' was, enough to make them think that they actually did have the wrong person.

But, still.... The 'what ifs' still lurked in his mind.

Nikolai walked across the room, pulling open a drawer on his desk. Out of it, he pulled a black folder, stuffed with papers. The thin male walked into the bathroom, throwing all of the papers into the sink. Feeling as if someone was taking his heart and slowly pulling it out of him, the thin male reached out and turned water on so hot that it would probably burn him if he touched it. A single tear escaped from his watering eyes as he watched pants and shirts and hopes and dreams flow off of the papers in a mess of coloured ink. Now nobody would know, even if they searched his house. Nikolai's eyes drifted over to fall on the small knife, half-hidden by a towel, its silver blade stained with with flecks of browning crimson.

Fifteen minutes later found Nikolai standing in his room, towel wrapped around his waist, hair wet, clearly just out of the shower. He kept his arms near his side, close enough to hide his forearms without having them actually brush his skin. "Definitely long sleeves today," he thought, glad that the weather was finally beginning to cool. Now people wouldn't look at him so strangely if he always showed up in long-sleeved shirts. He grabbed a black button down shirt from one of the hangers, and cautiously put it on, the sleeves rolled up slightly to avoid having them brushing against his arms until necessary. His wet hair soaking the shoulders of his shirt, leaving dark spots, Nikolai began to button up the shirt. Every now and then, he turned his arm, revealing a flash of red, a steadily oozing cut, brown scabs, white scars. His arms were a mottle of colours, and not in a good way. Nikolai quickly pulled down his sleeves, buttoning the ends and hiding all traces of his vivid arms.

After putting on his shirt, he pulled on some briefs and a pair of looser skinny jeans. Normally, Nikolai dressed in a way that tended to draw stares, but, today, it seemed, was not one of those days. Falling down in an attempt to stuff his feet through the foot holes of his jeans - they weren't that loose, after all - he caught himself with one arm, gritting his teeth in pain. Struggling into his jeans, he finally managed to get them on completely.

Walking into the kitchen, Nikolai took one look at the fridge, and felt his stomach turn. He was in no mood to eat today. Still, he knew his parents would be upset if there was no food missing, signifying that Nikolai ate, especially considering his mother was a surgeon and obsessed with health. The thin male reluctantly took an apple from the fruit bowl, and spread some bread crumbs on the counter just to make it seem like he had eaten something decent. Of course, his parents would be angry for the crumbs, but they would be even angrier if there was no sign of him having eaten.

Grabbing his backpack from its place by the door, he patted the full-sized stuffed tiger - it wasn't an actually stuffed tiger, of course, it was just a replica - standing by the door, and pulled on his sneakers. He would tie them when he was in the car. Walking out of the house, he attempted to avoid tripping over his shoe laces, making sure to throw the apple he had taken from the kitchen into a hedge in the backyard. The squirrels could have it.

He pulled open the door of his car, sitting down on the drivers seat sideways, his feet still on the ground. The one nice thing about Nikolai's parents being so rich was that he got a nice car. It was a silver '59 Cadillac Eldorado that was in near perfect condition, apart from a slight dent in the driver's side door, directly beneath the handle. To this day, Nikolai still had absolutely no clue where that dent came from. He leaned over, quickly lacing up his sneakers and tying them so that they covered his pants, knee down, and swiveled in the seat so that he was sitting properly. He pushed his backpack onto the floor of the passenger's seat, and closed the door, buckling his seat belt.

As the engine purred to life, Nikolai quickly glanced down at his phone. Nobody had texted him, not even this curious '--A', luckily. He backed out of the driveway, being careful to not scratch his parents' expensive cars, and turned onto the road.

After a short drive - Nikolai lived very close to the school - he pulled into the school's parking lot, quickly pasting a smiling mask onto his face. There was almost nobody who thought Nikolai was anything other than happy, and Nikolai was fine with keeping people's opinions that way. Turning into a parking spot, he turned off the car's engine, and opened the door, grabbing his backpack and stepping out. He began to walk to the school entranced, wondering if there was anybody he knew nearby. Well, of course there was somebody he knew, considering he knew a good portion of the school, but he was specifically looking for someone who was actually nice.

The cheery expression on his face and his carefree manner made it seem like the events of the morning had been but a dream.

The ache of his arms said otherwise.

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Character Portrait: Jason Bilson Character Portrait: Robert Devaux Character Portrait: Abrianna Nevaeh Jones Character Portrait: Nikolai Belikov Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Tokishio
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[center]To: Blocked Number

Message:
Who is this? How did you find out? What do you want?

From: Abrianna Jones


To: Abrianna Jones

Message:
What I want? Nothing... yet ;) And does it really matter how I found out? I know everything, that's what's important. And as for who I am - I'm your worst nightmare. ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
if this is a joke it is a poor one! Who are you?

From: Tokishio


To: Tokishio

Message:
A joke? Please. I think we both know what I'm talking about. xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
I think you have a wrong number.

From: Nickolai Belikov


To: Nickolai Belikov

Message:
Ohh, that's it. Wrong Number. Yes, that makes sense...not. Um, no, I think we both know exactly what I'm talking about... yes? ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Jason Bilson

Message:
Jason, remember that think we talked about? I'm sure you haven't forgotten, it can't be that easy to forget. Just a reminder: Off you go! And tell no one. Or you know what ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number

To: Robert Devaux

Message:
Tut tut tut, Robbie. I know what you did at that party ;) I thought you would have had an aversion to sex, after what your father did? xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number

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To Blocked Number

Message

So --A, are you still sure about this i mean what if it goes wrong but don't worry it's a secret

From Jason


Jason turned off his phone and sat down on his bed." Another day,another life".He walked over to his closet and picked out his new clothes for the day after all he was the biggest jock of the school and he was gonna make it out of all his time being a murderer and he regretted being that.He turned off his TV as he put on his red varsity jacket that showed over his jeans and his black converses.He walked downstairs and saw his stepmother fixing breakfast as he saw her put medicine in his orange juice as she saw him coming down." Mom,i don't want anything to drink".He took his bacon and started to chew on it as he ran back upstairs.

He could remember that day when his brother died that he was so sad and he had to bury him like he tried to burry his mother.He almost smirked at the comment --A sent him as she knew his secret and he knew hers.He yelled downstairs."Mom,i'm leaving in a few minutes so remind me before i leave to get my bag.

He found his car keys and walked downstairs as he grabbed his backpack and brought his football.He saw his car right where he left it yesterday sitting in the drivers lane.He unlocked the doors and got in.He checked his rear mirror and smiled."Forget the past,I'm still probably the hottest guy at the school right now or Robert,oh well".He drove down the street as he stopped at the lane and saw his school down the street.

He looked back at his phone and tried to see if --A texted him back for any more info.It was all he needed because in a minute she could've made him the freak of the school and the worst person to go there.He drove by the school sign and parked next to a range rover and some sport cars."Guess the cheerleaders are here".He looked back at himself in the mirror then put a picture of his dead brother in his backpack."I sure do miss him,why in the world did i do that".

He got out of his car and pulled out his cap that he put backwards around his head.He walked into the school to see everyone he knew as he was almost late to class.He hurried to sit down as the teacher turned around."Looks like I'm not late".As soon as he said that Abrianna walked in and she became late as usual as anybody.He glared at her for a moment."So do you always come in late like this or as i say who cares right ? ".

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Abrianna saw her phone light up. She opened the text, without her teacher seeing, and read the message.

What I want? Nothing... yet ;) And does it really matter how I found out? I know everything, that's what's important. And as for who I am - I'm your worst nightmare. ;) -- A

She looked around, figuring someone in class was doing it to see her reaction. No one was looking at her, and no one really even had thier phone out that she could see. She hit reply.

"And what happens if I don't do what you want? What are you gonna do?"

Nev put her phone back down in the hidden pocket, and continued working on her Chemistry assignment. She looked around again, then opened a new text.

To Robbie:
"Hey, we need to talk. Lunch work? --Nev<3"

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Character Portrait: Jason Bilson Character Portrait: Abrianna Nevaeh Jones Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Tokishio
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Toki was at his locker switching out his Shakespeare for his school books when his phone buzzed once again. “ A joke? Please. I think we both know what I'm talking about. xxx – A” he walked as he formed a reply. “I don’t know, nor really CARE how you got my number. But stop texting me now.” he replied. He wasn’t looking where he was going when he bumped into someone making his books fall to the ground. He picked them up as he looked up as from his blue tipped hair to see it was Abri, “Sorry Abri, hope I didn’t hurt you.” He told her with a faint smile as he stood up and walked past her and to his seat. He heard Jason and rolled his eyes as he sat at his desk and took out his notebook and pen. He and Jason may both be on a sports team, but Toki always found him a devil with the face of an angel. He may be cute, but Toki thought personality counted more… and he would never date Jason. Plus he knew Jason was straight. No one here knew Toki was gay, and Toki wanted it kept that way… for now. If he found someone here he could truly trust and was also gay, maybe he would date them… he shook that thought away as he fiddled with the stone beads on his multi colored bracelet waiting for class to begin.

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: Rita Estrada Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: Robert Devaux Character Portrait: Abrianna Nevaeh Jones Character Portrait: -- A
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Piper Lancaster

Piper still stood there, frozen in fear as she started down at her phone. If anyone walked past her right now, they would probably assume that she had just been given some very bad news like her Grandma had died or something like that; but they would never know the truth. Someone knew her deepest, darkest secrets. Someone knew. How could they know? She hadn't told anyone, ever what had happened, or that she was sometimes attracted to women, or anything about her father, or the nightmares. How could this... "A" know everything. This text haunted her as she locked the door to her car, and almost robotically walked to class. She dodged around Dayna and Rita, two of her cheer leading friends that were chatting in the corridors, however, she barely saw them. She felt tears welling in her eyes still as she briefly popped to her locked, and pulled out the books that she would need for her lesson.

As she stood there, Piper felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and her heart almost stop in anticipation of what she would see. She continued to grab her books and slip them into her bag, ignoring the tardy bell that was going off behind her and all around her. When she was done, she weaved in and out of the bustling people in the corridors, running late into their lessons, until she was in the girl's bathrooms. She didn't want to go to her lesson if she was going to be receiving texts like this all day, and she took a few seconds to compose herself before braving up enough to look at her phone.

To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Don't bother playing dumb... I. Know. Everything. -- A

From: Blocked Number
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How was this person doing this? How did they knew everything? Her hands shook ever so slightly as she stood there, a tear escaping down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it away, there wasn't any point - more would probably follow. She quickly tapped back a response, her tears beginning to hit the screen at a steady pace now.

To: Blocked Number

Please... why are you doing this? Just stop texting me. You don't know anything about me.

From: Piper Lancaster
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Robbie Devaux

Robbie's fingers delicately tinkled over the piano in his grandmother's conservatory, the old lady sitting there next to him with her eyes closed, taking in every note that the played. He was playing one of her favourite pieces, Debussy's Clair De Lune, the first piece that she had ever taught him on the piano. It came naturally to him now, the keys drummed into his mind as he play them, without even having to look down at them. It was the same routine every morning for the two of them. Every day, before school, Robbie would play at least one song to his Grandma before he left. It was his favourite time of the day.

When his fingers played the final note, and he took his foot off of the peel, his grandmother's eyes opened, and she beamed a proud smile in his direction. "Oh Robbie. You're brilliant at that now." She spoke, her hand caressing her grandson's cheek softly.
"Really Nan? I think I was a little fast at one point... Oh well, I'll have to practice it later. I have to go now, I'll see you tonight, okay? I'll be in a little late though, I'm going to pop over and see Nev. She hasn't been feeling well lately." His grandmother understood and wished him luck in his day. Soon, he was sitting in the drivers seat side of his car, a classic Chevy Impala, registration in the year 1967, and he was speeding off in the direction of school. He did think about taking his motorbike today, but with the weather being so hot, his car provided more protection.

By the time he reached the school however, the tardy bell was just coming to an end, and he climbed out of the car in a hurry. He had almost forgotten to pick up his phone from the dashboard when he heard it vibrate, reminding him of it's existence. "Why, thank you phone." He grinned, picking it up to see who it was from. He had expected it to be from Nev, despite their awkward situation at the moment; they had slept together almost two months ago now, with a lot of liquor in their systems, and everything seemed uncomfortable. He hated it being like this - the two of them had been so close throughout childhood. However, when he looked down at his screen, the text wasn't from who he expected at all.

To: Robert Devaux

Message:
Tut tut tut, Robbie. I know what you did at that party ;) I thought you would have had an aversion to sex, after what your father did? xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number
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Robbie felt his stomach churn as he read the text, moving his feet towards class as he re-read it, over and over again. Who the hell could know about his father? No-one did - not even Nev had been told about his abuse. It made him sick to know that someone wanted to bring that pain back up for him, to remind him again and again the horror that his father had put him through. "Oh, sorry." He spoke softly as he bumped into someone, only barely registering it to be Dayna Everly, the girl he had been crushing on for years. However, right now, he didn't have time for her, and he made his way into history class, one of the many classes that he had with Nev.

He made some poor excuse to the teacher about traffic when he walked in late to the lesson, and he quickly made his way to his seat, the one right next to his best friend. However, he had something different than a smile to offer her this morning, and he looked at her in confusion as he whispered to her, "did you tell anyone about the party?" He completely ignored his teammate Jason who was sitting behind her; right now, he had more things to worry about.

He briefly checked his phone again as he received a few more texts, his heart jumping for a second before he realized that one was from Nev, the other, Dayna. He tapped a quick reply back to the blonde underneath the table, hoping the teacher wouldn't see. As for the brunette next to him, yes, they were going to have to talk, but he wasn't going to wait until lunch to do it.

To: Dayna <3

Message:
I'm sorta' in lesson now, but I'll be able to see you at lunch if you like? :) xx

From: Robbie
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To: Mouse

Message:
I can't wait until lunch, Nev. Skip next lesson with me? I'll take you out to the ice cream shop around the corner for a bit, you know the one you love? <3 x

From: Robster.
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Dropping his stuff in front of his locker, Nikolai suppressed a groan as his phone rang again. "What is it now," he muttered to himself under his breath, pulling the small phone out of the pocket of his jeans and opening it to look at the text.

To: Nickolai Belikov

Message:
Ohh, that's it. Wrong Number. Yes, that makes sense...not. Um, no, I think we both know exactly what I'm talking about... yes? ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number


When would this person give up? What was even their intention? They didn't seem to be asking anything from him. Yet. The thought of that made Nikolai's blood run cold. What on earth would they want to ask of him? He was wealthy, yes, but if they wanted money, they could just ask. Nikolai was often fine with lending people money, even if they didn't have a chance of paying it back. After all, his parents large incomes meant that they had plenty of money and wouldn't notice a little disappearing, so Nikolai often tried to help people less fortunate than him.

To: Blocked Number

Message:
I don't understand. Is this some sort of inside joke between you and a friend? I have no clue what you are talking about. Please stop texting me.

From: Nikolai Belikov


Snapping the phone shut and putting it in his pocket again, Nikolai hoped that that message had made him seem innocent and clueless enough. Maybe this person, whoever it was, would finally get the idea that he didn't want to be texted. Well, he could always hope, at least. And, if they didn't stop threatening him, he would contact the police. Yes, a good idea. He would most definitely contact the police.

'Horrible idea! What on earth are you thinking, Nikolai?' he mentally yelled at himself. How on earth would the police be able to help? It was an anonymous message, sent from a blocked number. They wouldn't be able to find out who it was coming from if they tried. And then they would also ask him why he felt harassed by the messages, considering any normal person would have seen them as completely harmless, if slightly annoying. After all, wanting to be a fashion designer wasn't some sort of horrendous crime, at least not in the eyes of most people. Of course, in Nikolai's eyes, the dream of being a fashion designer ranked up there with arson and murder.

He put in the combination of his locker. It didn't open. Of course not. Nikolai punched it, immediately regretting that action directly after doing it. He sank into a sitting position, his back against his locker, head tilted back in frustration. Normally, Nikolai wasn't in such a bad mood, but today was by far the worst of any of his 'bad' days. He was being threatened by an anonymous texter, his arms hurt, he destroyed every last one of his fashion sketches, and now his locker wasn't cooperating.

The sound of the bell ringing added yet another problem to his list. 'Oh, great. I'm late now,' he thought to himself gloomily. Right now, he felt like he was about to cry. But he couldn't do that. He was in a public area. People would think he was a weakling, a wimp. He'd be bullied to no end. People would loose their trust in him. 'I need to get up. I have to go to class,' he told himself. But his body betrayed him, and he stayed sitting there, feeling as if he was about to burst into tears.

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Character Portrait: Jason Bilson Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: Abrianna Nevaeh Jones Character Portrait: Nikolai Belikov Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Quinn Harper Lyttle Character Portrait: Tokishio
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To: Blocked Number

Message:
So --A, are you still sure about this i mean what if it goes wrong but don't worry it's a secret

From: Jason


To: Jason Bilson

Message:
Someone trying to weasel out of it, are we? Of course I'm sure. What could go wrong? xxx - A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
I don’t know, nor really CARE how you got my number. But stop texting me now

From: Tokishio


To: Tokishio

Message:
Keep up that attitude and I'll tell one of your precious little secrets ;) Which one first? Perhaps that your Dad's an alchoholic? Or that you're gay? Or maybe I'll let you choose. xxx - A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
And what happens if I don't do what you want? What are you gonna do?

From: Abrianna Jones


To: Abrianna Jones

Message:
Hmm, I was thinking maybe tell one of your secrets? xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
Please... why are you doing this? Just stop texting me. You don't know anything about me.

From: Piper Lancaster


To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Nothing About You? Hmm, let's see... Piper Louise Lancaster, Seventeen, Bisexual, Podophobic, killed someone, criminal as a father... bitch, I know enough to destroy your whole life. -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
I don't understand. Is this some sort of inside joke between you and a friend? I have no clue what you are talking about. Please stop texting me.

From: Nikolai Belikov


To: Nikolai Belikov

Message:
Please, please, please don't play dumb with me. It gets me annoyed, maybe annoyed enough to tell one of your secrets? xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
Who is this, and why are you texting me?

From: Quinn Lyttle


To: Quinn Lyttle

Message:
This is --A, aka; your worst nightmare ;) And why I am texting you? I think you should know that none of your secrets are safe. -- A

From: Blocked Number

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Abrianna's phone lit up, and she pulled it out of her pocket to check. She didn't have to be sneaky in the bathroom. She read the text.

From: Blocked Number
Hmm, I was thinking maybe tell one of your secrets? xxx -- A

This was getting really old really fast. She replied:

"And what makes you think anyone would believe you? You tell someone I'm pregnant, then I say I'm not. Problem solved. People would believe me over a random stranger any day."

She slipped the phone back in her pocket.

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: Rita Estrada Character Portrait: Jason Bilson Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: Robert Devaux Character Portrait: Abrianna Nevaeh Jones Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Quinn Harper Lyttle
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Piper Lancaster

Piper had to use the sink for support as she cried in the bathroom, the sobs coming from her mouth trying to be muffled, but failing miserably. Her emotions were easily accessible, and with someone being so cruel as to text her things like this, she was already broken. She went through her mind, creating a mental list of who it could be that was trying to destroy her reputation and her life. It wouldn't be Dayna.. or any other cheerleaders... it wouldn't be Robbie or Jason, or the jocks... or Quinn or Abrianna, the lower down nerdy-kids... she really had no idea who it was that wanted to hurt her like this. Sure, Abrianna's name began with an "A", but someone wouldn't be so stupid as to use their own initial, would they? The brunette girl wasn't sure at all; the only thing she did know was that she was not going to let this person ruin her life.

However, soon, she was joined in the bathroom by Danya, and one hug from her best friend almost sent her over the edge again, her sniffles only appearing for a moment. She rested her chin on the blonde's shoulder for a moment and took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. However, the next thing that came out of her friends mouth shocked her, and she pulled back to arms length, her face holding a confused expression. "What? Y-you... did you get one too?" She sniffed, popping into the cubical behind Danya, to grab some tissue. She smiled softly to Quinn as she too came into the bathroom, but didn't start up a conversation. Right now, she was too busy, her mind fluttering around. "So... was your text... erm... private? Something... you've never told anyone before?" She asked, her voice hushed so that only the two of them would be able to hear. Piper wasn't going to tell Danya her secret - it would probably be all over the school in a matter of minutes, but she still wanted to know if she had the same problem - that someone knew her deepest, darkest secrets. She felt comforted even more when Rita came in too, and stood close to her, the two other cheerleaders like back up to her at the moment. "I just..."

The brunette had begun to tell Rita what was happening, but they were interrupted again by the entrance of Abrianna, the cute little nerdy girl. However, she didn't stop, and rushed into the cubical that Piper had grabbed tissue from, and began to throw up. Great, this situation was already awkward enough. She shook her head when the sick girl asked for anything for nausea; it was rare that Piper ever felt sick or down, so she never carried any sort of medication around with her. Then, her phone tinkled again, the tone aloud, for everyone in the room to hear.

Her hands were shaky as she backed away from the two other girls that had been comforting her, and she stood in the corner. Her phone slipped out of her pocket, and the other females in the room would have been able to see Piper's face drop in horror as her eyes read through the text again.

She was able to type back a response before her eyes filled with tears again, and began to spill over once more.

To: Blocked Number

Message:
How... how do you know this? How do you know about the night on the road... the feet... my father... please, tell me! You don't understand...

From: Piper Lancaster
[/quote]




Robbie Devaux

Robbie was getting confused by the amount of texts on his phone, from Abrianna, and Dayna, and that horrible, unknown number that was already plaguing his mind. "Mhm? You haven't told anyone?" He asked her again after she had answered him, and his face contorted into an expression of confusion. "Really?" But then how does this person know... "You know I wouldn't, I promised, remember? I just got a text... don't worry." He stopped whispering to his best friend as the teacher shot a dirty look in his direction, and he started pretending to pay attention in class; the "notes" that he was writing down only being doodles on the side of his page.

Then, Abrianna literally got up and dashed to the bathroom, the room which happened to be across from his classroom. Many of the girls had gone in there - he had seen Piper go in before lesson began, and Dayna had left only moments before Nev, winking in his direction as she went. He just nodded to her, his face still frozen into an expression in between confusion and fear. Before he moved from his seat, he quickly tapped back a response to the unknown number, his eyebrows furrowing as he did so.

To: Blocked Number

So what? You were there that night I was with Nev? Who cares - we're friends. And you don't know shit about my father.

From: Robert
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Robbie hated swearing, but there was no other way to describe his distaste for his father without using one. He dropped his phone back into his pockets, the colour probably have visably drained from his face. "I'm going to to the toilet." He spoke, getting up from his seat. He didn't wait for a reply before heading out of the classroom, standing just around the corner from the girl's bathroom. He could hear them talking inside; Nev asking for some medication of sorts, Piper sniffling, as if she had been crying, Danya saying something about a threatening text...

Before he even thought about it, the male popped his head around the door of the bathroom, probably shocking all of the women in there. "I'm sorry to intrude ladies, but... Danya, what did you just say?"

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To: Blocked Number

Message:
And what makes you think anyone would believe you? You tell someone I'm pregnant, then I say I'm not. Problem solved. People would believe me over a random stranger any day

From: Abrianna Jones


To: Abrianna Jones

Message:
What makes you think I'm a random stranger? I could be anyone. I could be anyone. Piper Lancaster, Dayna Everly? Possibly. It would make sense, right? IfI were to be a popular student, it would be easy to figure out your secrets. Who do you think people would believe then? xx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
How... how do you know this? How do you know about the night on the road... the feet... my father... please, tell me! You don't understand...

From: Piper Lancaster


To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Don't understand what? After all of that, you still think I don't know you. A does her research... ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number



To: Blocked Number

Message:
So what? You were there that night I was with Nev? Who cares - we're friends. And you don't know shit about my father.


From: Robert Devaux


To: Robert Devaux

Message:
You're right - I don't know 'bout your father. But I know about you, don't I? xx -- A
PS: I think I know why 'Nev' has been acting strange!!! ;) xx

From: Blocked Number


To: All Contacts

Message:
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number

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Rob popped his head into the bathroom at the same time Nev's phone rang. She read the text, then looked at the girls in the room with her. Piper had her phone out too, could it be her? She seemed too distraught to pull this stunt right now. She hadn't seen anyone else use their phone. It was so frustrating. She threw her phone on the bathroom floor, making a clang, and ran out of the bathroom, slightly pushing Robbie outta the way. She went back to the classroom, acting perfectly fine, sat in her seat, and layed her head down. She had finished her work anyway, so the teacher wouldn't care if she laid her head down.

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Dayna shrugged at Rita's questioning glance. Dayna felt her jaw twitch when Abrianna walked in. First her crush now she was trying to steal her friends? She kept her cool though.
"I have some midol." She fumbled through her bag and emptied it contents out. Unknowingly she pulled out her morning after pills as she searched but the second she remembered she shoved them back in her bag. When her phone buzzed she immidiatly checked. Just as she thought it was a message from A.

To: All Contacts

Message:
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


She shoved it back in her purse just as Robert popped his head through the door. Then all hell broke lose. She could risk telling Piper and maybe even Rita, but the girl who she's most jealous of, and the guy she liked for like 2 years was a different story.
"I-I have to go," She said suddenly feeling light headed again. She turned to Piper and gave her an apologetic smile and said in a shaky voice "I'll text you.." Suddenly she could feel all the blood draining out her face and couldn't feel her limbs. Although she was fighting to move they wouldn't and she could feel herself getting weaker. She wanted to disappear and suddenly regretted leaving her safe bed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered before swiftly walking out the bathroom. She couldn't risk letting them see her cry. It hurt too much. She quickly turned the corner and headed down the hallway. Not making it very far. Soon she could feel herself slumping against the wall and hyperventilation.
She pulled out her phone and texted A

To: Blocked number

Message: You win, whatever you want. I swear I'll do anything just tell me. I promise I wont tell anybody. Just leave me alone. Your literally killing me.


From: Dayna

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Hearing footsteps, Nikolai attempted to imagine himself into thin air. As always, this didn't work in any way at all. However, he still tried his best to turn invisible, even if there was no way to actually do so.

All that changed upon hearing his name. His glanced up, quickly pasting a small smile onto his face, hoping that he looked cheerful enough. "Oh, hi," he said, assuming a cheerful voice that was completely false. Hopefully, this guy wouldn't realise that it was completely faked. "You're... um... Tokishio...?" he asked hesitantly, not wanting to get the male's name wrong. After talking to too many people, all the names in his head began to flow together, so Nikolai was never particularly good at remembering names.

He glanced around, forcing his face to morph into an expression of surprise. Luckily, Nikolai had some practise acting, so he managed to pull off a partially life-like expression, at least. "Where on earth is everyone? Please don't tell me I'm late! Did I not hear the bell?" he asked, making his voice raise slightly in pitch to emulate shock. If he was doing what he wanted, Nikolai would currently be speaking in a monotone, with a completely expressionless face, but, if he did what he wanted, he would seem weak, at least in his own eyes.

Nikolai slowly staggered to his feet, trying to stand up without actually using his arms and instead letting them dangle limply at his sides. That didn't work out all to well, considering Nikolai's leg strength wasn't particularly notable, and, eventually, he had to grab onto the handle of one of the lockers in order to pull himself to his feet. "Ugh. I woke up really late this morning, so I'm a bit out of it today." Of course, this was a complete lie, but he had to have some sort of excuse. After all, saying 'Oh, someone was harassing me via text, so I destroyed drawings which I poured my heart and soul into, and then self-harmed on top of it' probably wouldn't go over very well.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Nikolai gritted his jaw, clenching his fists. This person would not give up, would they? He pulled his phone out, opening it. "Pardon my rudeness," he apologised, glancing up at the younger male. "Mother just got a new phone yesterday, and has not stopped texting me. She doesn't seem to understand the concept of inconvenient situations, apparently, and tends to have panic attacks if I don't reply immediately. Or so she says." Yet another lie. Nikolai's mother never texted him. The last time she texted had been over six years ago, and was to tell him that his great-grandmother had died. But, what else could he say? It wasn't like he could tell people about this anonymous texter, after all. What if they decided to reveal his secrets if he told people? And even if they didn't, he would have to reveal his secrets just to have a solid argument as to why he was being harassed by this texter. He glanced down, quickly reading the text that he had been sent.

To: Nikolai Belikov

Message:
Please, please, please don't play dumb with me. It gets me annoyed, maybe annoyed enough to tell one of your secrets? xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


The thin male paled. Reveal his secrets?! Why?! What had he done that annoyed someone so much? He mentally scanned through every one of his actions the past few weeks. He couldn't recall anything major he had done to annoy anyone. Had he said something wrong? Why were they torturing him so? For some reason, the thoughts of all the presentations on cyberbullying he had seen sprang to mind. Oh, how he had mocked such presentations in the past, thinking that it was some sort of joke and that if people were being cyberbullied, they would feel perfectly fine to tell someone. How wrong he had been. Only now did Nikolai actually see why nobody every said anything if they were being bullied; why nobody ever tried to stand up for themselves. It was such a frightening concept, that nobody ever attempted to do so. His fingers flew over the keys of his phone as he typed.

To: Blocked Number

Message:
What are you doing this? Who are you?! What did I do to offend you so? Do you want money or something that you can't get your hands on? I can get you those things! Why don't you tell me who you are, and we can meet in person and talk!

From: Nikolai Belikov


It was time to take a different approach. If this person wasn't going to be told that he knew nothing, he had to figure out what they wanted. Maybe then he would have a chance at stopping the texts and keeping his secrets safe. But, what if they didn't want anything, other than the pure feeling of the power of knowing his secrets, and being able to control him in such a way? Then he would be able to do absolutely nothing, nothing at all. And, still, the question at the back of his mind nagged him: How did they find out? Nobody, not even his parents, knew of his love of fashion design. Nikolai always kept his sketches hidden, and only worked on them when he was absolutely positive that he was alone. Clearly, he hadn't been positive enough about him being alone.

Suddenly, he received another text message. Had this anonymous '-- A' even looked at his last text? It seemed not.

To: All Contacts

Message:
Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


His forehead furrowed in confusion as he read the info about who it was sent to. 'All contacts'. Did that mean he wasn't the only person being harassed in such a way. Who were the others? Was Tokishio one of them. He quickly sent back a message.

To: Blocked Number

Message:
Or else what???????

From: Nikolai Belikov


Once that was sent, he finally glanced up at Tokishio. "Pardon that," he said, putting on a sheepish grin, forcing his face to relax. There was still the slightest hint of creases in his forehead, proving that Nikolai wasn't actually relaxed at all. "Mother gets so anxious at times. It really begins to get annoying." He put his phone back in his pocket, determined not to answer if he received another text. After all, surely they wouldn't have any way to bully him if he didn't reply.

Not. They could always reveal his secrets. Nikolai's blood ran cold at the concept, and his hands clenched into fists once again, sending shoots of pain running across the tender skin that was being stretched by this action. Suppressing a yelp, he tried to annoy the pain, letting his hands relax.

"What time is it? How late for class am I?" He had U.S. History right now, clearly not the most entertaining of classes, but he had to hope that he wasn't too late. His grade in that one class was absolutely hideous, being near failing. It wasn't that Nikolai had trouble with the subject, it was just that he absolutely detested it and found it completely boring. His teacher was an annoying nag who spoke in a monotonous drone, and the topic itself really wasn't particularly exciting. After almost four years of the class throughout his education, Nikolai was quite positive he knew just about every fact there was to know about the history of the United States. You could only fit so much into about 200 years, after all.

On the plus side, Nikolai was quite positive that he had seen Tokishio in his class before. Or maybe it was just a look-alike. He had never actually bothered to actually learn who any of his classmates were, tending to reserve U.S. History as nap-time. He hoped that Tokishio was in his class; it would give him someone to stare at. Nikolai couldn't risk falling asleep during this class, he was already too far behind. Besides, Tokishio was worth looking at. He was cute. Probably straight as an arrow, but still cute. And even if he was straight, being looked at never hurt anybody.

Besides, Nikolai was good at pretending his was staring off into space when he was actually staring at somebody.

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: Rita Estrada Character Portrait: Jason Bilson Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: Robert Devaux Character Portrait: Abrianna Nevaeh Jones Character Portrait: -- A
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Piper Lancaster

To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Don't understand what? After all of that, you still think I don't know you. A does her research... ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number
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The texts were coming in quicker now, and after everything that she had been through this morning, Piper was practically hysterical. There was no words for how she was feeling right now that would clearly explain everything. She hated the way that she had been made to feel by this anonymous person, and she wanted to curl up into a little ball in the corner of that bathroom and cry herself into a long sleep. Although, she had already made herself look too weak as it was; she was Piper Lancaster, cheer leader, for god's sake. She wasn't supposed to be hiding and crying in the bathrooms at school.

To: Blocked Number

Message:
A... who are you? What do you want with me? What has possessed you to take a hold of my emotions and shake them around like this, bending me to your will? You know I'll cave in...

From: Piper Lancaster
[/quote]

As Piper text back her response to this mysterious "A" character, she felt her phone vibrate, and the threatening message that warned her not to tell anyone stared her back in the face. She wasn't the only one to receive this message, as she saw Dayna's face pale too; she was getting the same texts as the brunette girl was. And "A" had to be watching if she knew that they were all talking about it, including Robbie, who had stuck his head around the bathroom door. However, she didn't move as everyone shuffled out of the bathroom, leaving herself and Quinn alone. She hadn't spoken to Quinn in a while, and maybe, just maybe, talking to a girl who wasn't involved in everything. "Hey Quinn." She said softly, calling through the cubical door that she had slid into. However, before the other girl could reply, Jason freely walk into the girl's toilet, and took over her conversation.

In the end, she just stood in the mirror, reapplying her make up. She had to look somewhat presentable, right?




Robbie Devaux

Robbie hadn't done the right thing by sticking his head around the door, as he was practically ignored by everyone. They didn't say anything to him, or answer his question; hell, they didn't even acknowledge that he was there. Soon though, Neb pushed past him and made her way back to the classroom, and he couldn't help but follow her, frowning as he did so. They were always so close, but after that night a few weeks ago, they had fallen apart. He was worried about it; it was rare that she was sick, and every time that she was, he was always there to give her a hot water bottle, or snuggle up next to her under the duvet watching a chick flick, helping her sweat it out. He hated the fact that she was barely talking to him.

His phone buzzed again, and with dread in his heart, he lifted the phone up and read the text, as he made his way into the classroom. He ignored the teachers ranting as he sat down in his seat, next to his best friend once more.

To: Blocked Number

Message:
You don't know anything about me, "A." You just happened to be at a party where I had sex with my best friend, and probably hacked in to some computer or file and found out about my disgusting pervert of a father. And go on then, enlighten me. Why is she feeling sick? Did you do something to her? Oh, and what's this "or else?" Mhm?

From: Robert Devaux
[/quote]

Robbie sank back in his seat and threw his phone gently onto the desk in front of him. This person was playing with his mind, and it seemed almost impossible to him that someone could know everything about him. "A" probably knew about his brain tumor then too, if they knew these other things about him. There wasn't much that "A" could hold against him with that - "Oh yes, I'm going to tell everyone you're dying." He sighed and rested his hands on the back of his head as he sat there, waiting for a reply from his mysterious stalker. His eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of Dayna, but she hadn't come back to class yet. Hadn't he seen her leave the toilets? He let the thought pass through his mind though, and focused on thinking up ways he could patch up his relationship with his best friend, Mousy.

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Character Portrait: Rita Estrada Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: -- A
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When Dayna scuttled out of the bathroom with the same sad, sick look Piper had on her face Rita couldn't decide wether to follow her, or stick with an obviously distraught Piper. Before she could make up her mind, she felt her phone vibrate against her breast. No one called her at this hour. Perhaps it was an emergency. Rita whipped it out, half expecting to find a message from her parents, or even Ralph. Instead, it was a blocked number. The second one this morning. This time, Rita opened it.

Tell No One. Or Else. ;) xxx -- A


Okay so what? That came as a surprise. Who was A, and what exactly was this threat about? Rita flipped to the next message, the one she got on the way to school.

Hi Rita ;) Just Curious; Ho do you think the cheerleaders would feel if they knew you were bi? Let's hope they don't have to find out. xxx -- A


If Piper happened to be looking Rita's way right now, she'd notice Rita's expression turn to surprise, then shock, then anger. Rita knew the answer to A's question. Cheerleaders were supposed to be boy crazy for the jocks they cheered for, as well as any other boy who was both hot and popular. Rita got around that fact, of course, by setting unrealistically high standards for boys. If the cheerleaders heard so much as rumor she was bi, she'd be branded a lesbian, expelled from thier social circle, and bullied out of cheer, bullied out of dance, and no matter how pretty she was, would live the rest of her school life trampled on along with the real creepy lesbian girls. Finally, Rita managed to regain her mature, Big Sister attitude.

I don't know who you think you are, bitch, she texted, But I suggest you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and go fuck yourself. I am something. You are nothing. Stop wasting my time.

That made her feel better. Rita slipped her phone back into her cleavage, then turned her attention back to Piper, who was composing herself by the mirror.

"Piper," she asked in a much calmer voice. "Have you been getting disturbing texts from someone called 'A'?"

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Character Portrait: Nikolai Belikov Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Tokishio
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#, as written by Zensai
Keep up that attitude and I'll tell one of your precious little secrets ;) Which one first? Perhaps that your Dad's an alchoholic? Or that you're gay? Or maybe I'll let you choose. xxx – A Toki read and reread the message. His hand shaking as he tried to calm down, “May I ask why you are doing this? And what the purpose would be to revealing my secrets? I don’t even know you so what have I done to you that deserve this? Or is this a nothing personal thing?” he wrote back quickly and slapped his phone shut. He didn’t want any of his secrets to be revealed… he wasn’t ready to be called out as being gay yet… he already had enough problems at home and he didn’t want those to be broadcasted… as for the incident of that involved his mother… he shook that thought away, he slouched against the lockers and took a few deep breaths as he looked up at the ceiling, forgetting for a moment that Nikolai was next to him. He wished he didn’t come to school today… but the play was to close for him not to practice on the stage. He covered his face briefly as he strengthened himself and did not cry… he just had to remember he had been through worse… that this moment would pass. It was then that he remembered Nikolai. “S-sorry.” He told him. As he checked his watch, “Yeah we are both late I guess… I came to get my textbook.” He told him as he got up. “Stayed up late? Yeah me too… I tend to do that a lot…” he replied with a faint smile. “You can call me Toki if that is easier.” He told him softly, “Oh yeah we have a test…” he muttered, “Probably will have to take a make up one…” he said with a shake of his head. He nodded, “..yeah my dad has been doing that as well…” he lied as he got the next message and frowned slightly as his fingers quickly replied, “Tell no one you say? Well it is not like I am the most believable…” he thought about it and realized it was true, but he did plan to expose this ‘A’ sooner or later, “Guess he is worried about me.” He said with a chuckle. He checked his watch again, “Ten or minutes late?” he replied. “My watch isn’t the greatest…” he remarked. He glanced at Nikolai and hid his blush, he was quite cute, and seemed really nice.

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Character Portrait: Dayna Everly Character Portrait: Rita Estrada Character Portrait: Piper Lancaster Character Portrait: Robert Devaux Character Portrait: -- A Character Portrait: Quinn Harper Lyttle
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To: Blocked Number

Message:
Why are you texting me, though? And what the fuck do you mean by my secrets!?

From: Quinn Lyttle


To: Quinn Lyttle

Message:
What do you think I mean? I mean the fact that you are - oops, were - 'mentally unstable.' ;) -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
A... who are you? What do you want with me? What has possessed you to take a hold of my emotions and shake them around like this, bending me to your will? You know I'll cave in...

From: Piper Lancaster


To: Piper Lancaster

Message:
Nothing has possessed me, trust. ;) And cave in? I hope not. You'll want to stick around, because trust me, there is a lot more to come. xx -- a

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
You don't know anything about me, "A." You just happened to be at a party where I had sex with my best friend, and probably hacked in to some computer or file and found out about my disgusting pervert of a father. And go on then, enlighten me. Why is she feeling sick? Did you do something to her? Oh, and what's this "or else?" Mhm?


From: Robert Devaux


To: Robert Devaux

Message:
Me? Make her sick? Oh no, Robbie, you were the one who 'made her sick.' xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Blocked Number

Message:
I don't know who you think you are, bitch, But I suggest you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of and go fuck yourself. I am something. You are nothing. Stop wasting my time.


From: Rita Estrada


To: Rita Estrada

Message:
Nothing? You don't even know who I am. I could be your supposedly 'best friend.' I could be anyone. xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number


To: Dayna Everly

Message:
On second thought tell my secret who cares? Nobody believed I was a virgin. Its not uncommon for cheerleaders to be bolemic, ad all that will happen is guys will drool over me more than they already do. My crush is s busy obsessing over his best friend that he doesn't give a crap about me so..... have fun Bitch

From: Blocked Number


To: Dayna Everly

Message:
Ever heard of something called 'too confident?' Also known as egotistical, or just downright cocky. Well, I hate to break it to you sweetie, but I have a feeling you've got it. And aren't bulimic people supposed to thik they're obese? You probably are just doing it for the attention, right? And are you sure you would like me to tell one of your secrets...? Your choice, I suppose. And, FYI, if - sorry, when - people find out you are bulimic, you will have to go somewhere to get 'help.' My guess? Instead of people drooling over you, they are more likely to treat you like you are insane. xxx -- A

From: Blocked Number



Dayna Everly's Secret: "Over the summer she hooked up with a guy she met named Todd." Has Been Revealed.
Most People Already Have Heard, And Anyone Who Hasn't Will Probably Hear About It Soon.

Also, Please Note That I Only Mentioned Above The Texts 'A' Responded Too. She did read the other Texts.