Deangelo Rucker's Story

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Deangelo kissed his sister on the forehead and put a blanket over her body. Leaving her this year was harder than ever. He knew that he had to continue at school. It was his only chance of getting him and his sister out of the hood. He walked toward the door and picked up his luggage. Professor Ramsey always picked him up at 10 PM on the dot the night before school started. He took one last look at his sister before he walked out of the door. He was excited, very excited. He missed hi friends at school. Deangelo didn't trust anyone, but he had plenty of friends.

He got outside and looked over the rail. It was 9:58. It was warm. Deangelo liked the warmth. It reminded him of football season. The local high school would be starting practice tomorrow. The coaches still called him. No one he grew up with knew where he went during the school year. No one really asked questions either. His neighborhood wasn't a place for questions. It was a place for action. On top of that, nobody dared cross Deangelo. He won fights against high school seniors in just sixth grade. People were scared of him. He thought over all this as he waited on his ride.

Deangelo heard the bullet as it left the gun. His hearing allowed this. Most never even heard the bullet they would die from. He hit the ground on instinct. He felt the bullet go over the top of his sprawled out figure. He looked up to see Justin, a childhood friend, down the hall gripping a gun with two hands. He looked scared. Deangelo went from shocked to angry immediately.

"What the hell was that?" he yelled down the hallway. He got up and slowly started creeping towards the rail. 'As long as he doesn't fire again until Professor Ramsey shows I'm good. I'll just jump over the rail.' Deangelo thought.

"You can't just leave us here like this. Your mom got high at my place the other night, and told us all about your exclusive private school and your scholarship. You don't get to just leave your boys behind Deangelo. It doesn't work like that," Justin stammered out.

Deangelo could see a car pulling up out of the corner his eye. He was getting ready to jump. "Man it's not like that. I swear. I'm just doing what's best for my fam ya know. I gotta get us out of here> Come on Justin put the damn gun down. We been boys sin..." Deangelo cut off his speech as soon as he saw the car get close. He hopped the rail with ease. He heard a gun shot fire behind where he had been three seconds before. 'I guess these powers help sometimes' he laughed to himself nervously as he hopped in the car.

"What kept you Professor? It's 10:01. A minute earlier, and I may have avoided being shot at." Deangelo remarked sarcastically. This wasn't the first time Professor Ramsey had caught him in a dangerous situation. It was a normal occurrence actually.

"It's the life we live son. It's the life we live." the professor replied after laughing loudly.

Deangelo looked back toward his neighborhood one last time. He would have to come check on his sister late at night this year. He didn't need anymore old friends shooting at him. Then he looked forward, thinking of the year he would have. He thought of his friends. He couldn't wait to see Madison and Amira. He knew Jason would be ready to party. He was even looking forward to seeing Agatha. It was gonna be an interesting year, and Deangelo knew he had alot of choices to make.

Leaving home to go back to school was far from emotional for Madison. Since she'd stayed at her parent's second house only an half an hour drive from the school, she hadn't gone home properly to England, she's just spent her time bitching at delivery men and playing with her cat- excluding all the nights she spent drunk or stoned.She'd barely seen anyone from school since, besides a couple of Facebook messages and phone calls, she'd been pretty out of touch with the few human beings she could stand in this disturbingly small world. She could have gone to England but her parents' were staying there most of the time and she had no interest in seeing them ever.

Back home, she only really lived with a couple of butlers and maids (since her parents avoided her like the plague) who she avoided conversation with- as far as she was concerned, the only person she owed a goodbye was her black cat- Bitchcraft, named due to the fact she was a vile creature to anyone other than Madison and it was Madison's favourite episode of American Horror Story. She smiled at the cat and gently stroked it's ears with the back of her finger listening to the animal purr softly in response. "Hey bitchy, make sure you put these guys through hell. I'll be back soon." she gave her beloved creature one last stroke than re-filled it's food tray, she'd already eaten but Bitchcraft was a bit of a food lover, so Madison considered the top-up a leaving present. She looked at the animal one last time and chucked it a ball from the sofa and then turned to head into the kitchen. She picked up the stack of bright luminous sticky notes of the side and scrawled across in the typical 'Gothic' mess that she could her handwriting;

'Hey bitches, I'm back to school, take care of Bitchcraft, next term she's coming with me just got to make some arrangements first. Bye sluts.'

Bag's geared up to the brim with her favourite things, she chucked them into the back of her Audi TT, it was bright red and the one thing her parents had truly considered when they brought her, they always went for the most expensive but when Madison told them specifically the type of car she'd wanted, they'd gone for it instead of getting something incredibly boastful to show off to their friends. Yes, the Audi was expensive but compared to her Father's Ferrari and her Mum's Mercedes, it was rather humble. She took her leather driving gloves out of the glove box and carefully slipped her hands into it, then she grasped the wheel, slammed down on the pedal and recklessly made her way quickly out of town. Since she'd stayed in her parent's second property, their Californian holiday home, she only had a brief drive which she appreciated because she was desperate to see Zoe, Jason and Deangelo. By the end of the fifth song on the album 'Sempiternal' she was at school and she'd parked up.

She climbed out, leaving her bags in the car deciding she'd deal with the burden of them later and with gleaming mischievous smirk, she stood up and looked around the property, she removed her sunglasses and chuckled to herself lightly as she watched children flying around trying to get to different places for certain times. She spotted a few people she recognised but not anyone she was immediately inclined to talk to but upon noticing Deangelo, she made her way over, sporting white high-waisted shorts and a t-shirt with the catchphrase 'Bite Me' printed on it with an aura of confidence and vanity you'd only see ever on Madison Grey. Walking easily in her heeled Chelsea boots, she ran over to greet him with a grin. It'd been way too long since she'd everyone here and the fact she was actually showing positive emotions was proof enough of this.

"Deangelo!" She called approaching him with her signature smirk of a smile glued to her pale pink lips. She brushed her straightened blonde locks from her face as she caught up with him. "How much have you missed me?" she asked jokingly with a confident grin.

Lance hated airplanes, even though he only had to deal with them only twice a year. They were cramped quarters, and the ceiling was too low for him to ever stand up straight. Quality of the campus aside, the school really saved a lot on plane tickets. On the bright side, at least his parents didn’t have to fork over any money for it.

It was amazing to see Montreal again for the vacation, but now was the time for Lance and his schoolmates to return to their studies down in California- hence the plane ride. Every time he boarded the plane, Lance wished his superpowers also included speed. Though he was probably the fastest natural runner in the school, he knew it would be impossible to cross the continent on foot within the two days the plane ride and the jet-lag recovery would take.

He actually never suffered from jet-lag. The rejuvenating effect of his power left him with great stamina. Most nights, he was merely doing what he did best, except in the darkness of night. The other passengers closest to him usually left the plane pumped-up and confident. One time, a gentleman with a crippled arm sat directly next to Lance, and later left the plane to find that he was able to bend his fingers again. Lance still hated planes for their cramped spaces and forcing him to sit still for hours on-end. He hated planes even when Lance saw his unintentional handiwork celebrate their good health by the time they disembarked.

His single duffel bag was picked up, and Lance left the airport with the bag slung over one shoulder, and the carry-on single-strap knapsack slung over the other. Most folks would assume he was a tourist, what with his lightweight attire, the pilot shades, and the fact that he packed light. In truth, the only stuff he brought was an empty water bottle, multiple changes of clothes, his phone, a tiny GoPro camera complete with SSD storage compatible with it, a very lightweight and sturdy laptop, toiletries, and a music player with an earbud headset that was designed for freerunners and parkour enthusiasts. Also packed was his wallet, which contained his passport and all the necessary things like cash he earned back in Canada and exchanged for US currency. Vacation time was always spent getting his cash reserves built up again.

Lance crossed the parking lot in as straight a line as possible. Oftentimes he performed simple safety vaults and lazy vaults over concrete barriers, as he was toting two bags at once. He wore a white tanktop alongside black, lightweight pants. His tattoos- which held the recent addition of the completed winged gas mask on his right shoulder- were in full view on his muscular, fat-free arms. On both wrists, he wore sweat bands that matched his pants.

At the edge of the parking lot was a car that, unlike the plane ticket, did not look cheap. Seated on the driver’s seat, the school physician greeted him. “Welcome back, Lance,” the older man greeted.

“Glad to be back, Dr. Payne,” Lance replied honestly as he loaded both bags into the trunk of the car. He closed it with a solid thunk, and then pulled his tall frame into the significantly lower passenger’s seat. Due to his abilities, he’s kind of a favourite student for the physician. Lance understood why, but it still made him feel awkward whenever he thought of himself being a teacher’s pet in any way. Sure he was a favourite among the students and was always the first one picked back in his old schools, but students were different from teachers.

“How was your trip?” the physician asked.

“It was just miserable, man,” he replied, "You know how much I hate planes."

“Anyone get healed during the flight?”

“Honestly, I’ve got no idea,” Lance replied. It was true that Lance didn’t know if anyone had been healed, but no-doubt the hours spent on the plane had allowed time for miracles to happen to someone who was aboard. He figured that if he kept this up for another three years, some statistics people would really notice a pattern happening aboard the same air route at the same two times of year. Fortunately, this flight was merely the second-last one he would take. When he went on his world travels, he swore to take boats instead if he needed to cross water. Boats were a lot roomier, and have far more interesting options for movement.

The ride was quick and quiet. Within the next half-hour, Lance spotted the familiar, unorthodox campus. Outside the ornate palace Lance had climbed repeatedly over the years were a few other cars, and many students who had already arrived, or had just arrived. Most recently was Madison. When Dr. Payne had parked his vehicle in his reserved spot, Lance hopped out and grabbed his gear.

He slipped off the pilot shades and hung them over his tank top collar before approaching Deangelo and the others. He became more cautious, but did not betray his pace when he saw that Jason was also there. From the perspective of the other students, compared to last year, Lance’s arms had significantly more ink. By the time he got within five metres of a person, they would feel a wash of rejuvenation, which Lance couldn’t help. “Hey guys, long time no see, eh?” he called in that baritone voice of his, while wearing that charming, carefree grin of his. There was a hint of French-Canadian in his dialect from his many months spent in the States, but he spoke clearly and deliberately, even with the slang he often employed.

"Kade, it's time to wake up sweetie." A familiar voice called out to her in her sleep. "You don't want to miss your flight and be late on the first day." Kade slowly opened her eyes to look up at her guardian. Her vision was blurred and she grabbed her glasses off of her night stand before clearly seeing her guardian stand before her with a plate of breakfast in his hands and her clothes laid out at the foot of her bed. Kade yawned and stretched before responding to him in her scratchy morning voice. "Good morning to you too, Gemini." Kade said even though it was close to midnight. Normally Kade was a night owl but she knew she wouldn't be getting much sleep on the plane s she went to sleep rather early. She found it humorous that Gemini made her breakfast at this hour. "We'll be leaving for the airport in an hour. Make sure you're ready before then." Kade nodded and Gemini set down the plate of breakfast on her lap.

Kade downed her food quickly and got out of her bed. She jumped into the shower for not even 5 minutes before she was done and then went back into her room down the hall with a towel wrapped around her body and her long, wet, brown hair hung over her right shoulder. Kade towel dried her hair in her room until it wasn't dripping wet anymore and got dressed. She threw on the clothes she wears almost every day and then put on her contacts before putting on a bit of make up. She examined herself in the mirror and then shruged. "Good enough." She grabbed her back pack and started stuffing it with her things like rolling paper, tobacco(Kade preferred rolling her own cigarettes because the ones she bought at stores tasted like chemicals), her favorite zippo, some back up clothes, some mma gloves, cds, and her laptop. Her other things like her Ford Raptor, guitars, and keyboard were already shipped off to the school.

Kade managed to get everything into her bag and closed it before running down the long spiraled set of stairs. She met Gemini at the bottom and jumped down to land in front of him. "I take it you're ready to go?" Kade nodded and the two went into his car parked outside on the curb. The two live in the wonderful city of Chicago in a warehouse type of building that her mother and Gemini used to share during their crime fighting days. Kade had to take a flight so late at night(or early in the morning) in order to get to California in the morning and then take a taxi to where her truck is. After that, she'd drive herself to the school. Kade made a mental note to buy lots of coffee and red bull.

Gemini drove her to the airport and the two stayed silent as they drove through the city to O'Hare Airport. The radio was on play WIIL Rock(Kade's favorite rock station) and she just stared out the window as she drove. She kept thinking about how weird Gemini's story is. He used to be a twin, his parents experimented on the two and gave them powers, they got dragged into the super soldier program and merged into one super badass super soldier. What Kade couldn't wrap her head around was the fact that the government isn't still looked for him. How was that possible?

"You know I can hear your thoughts right?" A sudden rush of red filled Kade's cheeks. "Sorry..." Gemini just smiled and shook his head as he pulled into the airport parking lot. He got her bag for her and looked at Kade like he was never going to see her again. "Well, I guess I'll see you next summer." Kade ran into him and wrapped her arms around him in a giant bear hug. "I'm gonna miss you, Dad." Gemini hugged her back and Kade took her bag and went into the airport occasionally looking back at him. She hated saying goodbye to him. He was the one that raised her like his own daughter and the two were really close. Kade sighed and went through airport security and hoped onto her plane. "California here I come..."

The flight there was awful. She had to spend hours in a cramped up space unable to get any sleep with people sitting way too close to her. The only positive thing about flying was the fact that the school paid for her ticket. Kade could easily just use her abilities to travel there but Gemini would never let her do that even if she is 18. Kade had to endure the dreadful flight until they finally landed and Kade could hightail it out of there. She met her driver and he took her to where her truck was. Now she just needed to drive close to an hour to get to the school. Kade made sure to load up on coffee and red bull before she began driving so she wouldn't end up falling asleep at the wheel(which has happened before).

Kade finally made it to the school and parked her truck where the student parking was. She saw Jason's car and groaned when she realized that Kai wasn't here. "Just great..." She pulled out her phone and sent a quick message to her brother. You better get here soon or you're dead. She got out of her truck and into the school with her bag slung over her right shoulder. She nodded at a few familiar faces and then spotted Agatha. She would've gone over to her if Jason wasn't there. She shot daggers at him when they made eye contact. Boy did she really hate him.

Kai got out of his bed and pulled his briefs up. His hair clung to his forehead with sweat as he breathed heavily and looked around the room for his case of water. He eventually found it and took a water bottle. It opened with a crack and Kai sent the bottle cap flying across around his room at high speeds using his abilities. Kai then took the opportunity to take a drink of his water and look down at his guest who was curled up in his bed with a devious little grin on her face as she looked up at him. "Well that was fun." He took another sip and handed the bottle over to her. Her hand reached up and grabbed it from him. She waited on her response and drank from the bottle slowly to toy with him. She knew Kai wanted to hear just how great he was in bed. "Indeed it was fun..."

Zoe sat up with Kai's bed sheet wrapped around her body. "Mind grabbing me my clothes?" Zoe asked him. He went around his room picking up her clothing off the floor and handed it over to her. "You're not bad for a freshman." Zoe laughed. "And you're not bad for an old guy." This caused Kai to laugh as well,

Zoe got dressed and then out of Kai's bed. She walked over to his mirror and fixed her smudged make-up and detangled her hair. Kai had left the room and hoped into the shower while Zoe finished getting ready and making herself look presentable for the first day of school. "Any tips for my first day?" Zoe asked him when he came back into the room with a towel around his waist. Kai looked at her and smirked. "Keep doing exactly what you're doing." He dropped his towel and began to get dressed. Zoe laughed and did the finishing touches to her make up before examining herself one more time. Perfect, you can't tell I just had sex with a senior. She thought as she peaked a few glances at Kai as he got dressed for school.

Kai threw on a nice white dress shirt, a pair of khakis, a green tie, a black vest, and a pair of nice dress shoes. He then went in front of the mirror next to Zoe and paid extra attention to his hair and making sure his tie was perfect. Zoe watched it all go down with a huge smirk on her face. She took a few steps back and let him do his thing until he finished. Kai then looked at Zoe through the mirror. "So how exactly did this happen?" He took out a cigarette and lit it with his zippo that had a playboy logo on the front.

"Well..." Zoe leaned onto the end of his desk. "We hung out at that one party the night before and had some fun." Kai nodded in agreement knowing exactly what she meant by 'fun'. "Smoke?" Kai handed the pack towards her and Zoe shrugged and took one. "Then I asked if I could come over last night to get a few tips on what to expect at the school." She put the cigarette in between her lips and Kai tossed her his zippo. "Thanks." She lit the end of the cigarette, took a drag, and let out a small cloud of smoke. "We ended up not talking about school at all and decided to just have some fun." She took another drag and blew out another cloud of smoke. "More than once."

Kai laughed. "That sounds about right." Zoe smirked and the two continued to smoke until they got down to the butt of the cigarette. Kai checked the time and then looked over at Zoe clapping his hands together. "Alright, you ready to head out for your first day?" Zoe nodded. "We'll just need to stop by my foster home to grab my stuff first."

They left Kai's mansion and avoided James(his guardian) at all costs so they wouldn't have to deal with any awkwardness. Kai already had all his stuff packed and in the back of his Plymouth Barracuda. Zoe's place was out of the way for the school but Kai didn't mind so much considering what went down all night. He took her to her place and she grabbed all her things before getting back into Kai's car. Kai then drove them to the school and his phone buzzed with a text from Kade. You better get here soon or you're dead. Kai would've laughed if it was anyone else but he knew his sister well enough that she actually would kill him; well, more of like seriously hurt him.

The two quickly made it into the school's parking lot and Kai parked his car. He stepped out and opened the door for Zoe. "Why thank you." Kai laughed and walked with her into the school. The two talked and laughed all the way into the building and spotted many familiar faces. The two the split off. Kai went to his sister and put both of his hands on her shoulder. Zoe went to where Jason and Agatha were smirking as she watched him get up from being tackled to the ground by a hug.

As Alex sat on the plane he looked he looked out the window, enjoying both the pleasant view and the fact that he had managed to get a window seat this time. As he watched out the window he sported a a small smile, the cause of which wasn't the pleasant view but the fact that he would soon be back in California and back at the school. He was looking forward to another year there, and was eager to get back on the ground so he could head over to the school.

Alex had attempted to catch a short nap on the flight but his excitement coupled with the snoring of a rather heavyset fellow in the seat next to him had prevented him from doing so. He looked over at the man beside him, and despite his snoring Alex was glad he had managed to persuade his parents from flying up with him, not that he really would've minded, Alex just felt it was unnecessary. When he had finally landed Alex grabbed the two bags he had brought with him, and started heading towards the parking lot. One bag was simply filled with what he'd need for the semester, some extra pair of cloths, some books, and his laptop. The other bag however was mostly filled with everything his plants would need over his time at the school, some seeds. a few flower pots, his gardening tools, and a few other essentials they might need.

Once he made it to the parking lot he found the car that his parents had arranged to be here and after placing his things in the car he started driving down to the school. Once he made it there he parked grabbed his things and made his way down to the school. On his way he spotted a group of other students with Lance, Agatha, and a rather attractive girl Alex had never seen before, most likely a freshman. Alex had briefly considered walking over and saying hello, until he noticed Jason and Deangelo. He thought better then to draw the attention of two of his tormentors this early in the year and instead he decided to keep walking. He quietly made his way into the building hopefully not attracting much attention on the way in.

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Deangelo and Professor Ramsey didn't say much the rest of the car ride to the school. Admittedly, Deangelo was a little shaken up from getting shot at. 'Is that what my boys think of me? Do they really think I've just abandoned them? Nobody has ever asked me where I go. I thought they didn't care. Now they wanna shoot at me? Fuck that man. I just wanna make something of myself.' Deangelo couldn't shake the feeling that the place he grew up in was no longer his home. The only home he knew was the school.

They arrived at the school around 10:45. Deangelo was pretty beat, so he tossed his bag full of stuff over his shoulder and made his way to his dorm. He thought he was the only person there, so he was very surprised to see Amira's lights on. He thought about stopping by her room, but he wasn't in the mood. He didn't want to bring her down. He unlocked his new dorm room, slammed the door behind him, threw his stuff down in the middle of the floor, and sprung into bed. It didn't take time for him to fall into a steady sleep.

Deangelo woke up the next morning around 7. He looked around his new room and found everything very much to his liking. This room was bigger than the one from last year. His closet was huge. He had a window overlooking the gardens. Deangelo wasn't one for romantic scenery, but he had to admit that it topped last year's view of an open field of nothing but green grass. Deangelo made his way to the bathroom. It was pretty big too. He washed his face, splashing himself awake. He put on some cologne. He still had on last nights clothes, not that he much cared. It was the first day, and he didn't have anyone to impress that he couldn't impress later.

Deangelo made his way to the lobby by way of the stairs. The school had elevators, but Deangelo didn't mind the walk. He was moving rather slow this morning,still mulling through his thoughts of the night before. It had been a kind of wake up call' Deangelo had to become something. He had to make it in the world, not just for himslef, but for his sister too. He walked into an empty lobby. People would start showing up soon. He took a seat in the lounge room to the right of the lobby.

The first person to show was Jason. Deangelo would talk to him later. The next person who walked through the door was Agatha. Aggie didn't even notice Deangelo. She sprinted straight to Jason and did her best rendition of an NFL linebacker sacking a quarterback. This made Deangelo laugh. He sat around a little while longer before the person he truly was waiting for showed up. Madison Grey walked through the door. Madison had been the person he missed the most this summer in every way. He saw her once, but once was not enough. He needed what Madison gave him much more than once over a 3 month period. The end of last year had gotten pretty heated between the two. She was pretty much living in his room. No matter what the school rules said, the one about not being in the opposite sex's room after curfew wan't enforced. People thought all Deangelo and Madison did was fuck. While there was alot of that going on, sometimes they would lay up all night talking. Some nights they would sneak out and walk around the grounds. Deangelo missed that all summer.

He stood up, and it didn't take Madison long to spot him. "Deangelo!" he heard from across the lobby. Madison had a big grin on her face. That grin made him weak in places he didn't want to admit. He smiled back. "How much did you miss me?" she asked as she approached. "More than you know babe. More than you know. Deangelo responded as he gathered Madison into a hug. They went on to mindless, pointless chit chat about their equally boring summers. Deangelo had something important he needed to talk to Madsion about, but he couldn't do it here. He could wait until the night. "Come by room tonight will ya? You don't gotta stay. I just need to tell you some stuff." Deangelo said as their conversation wound down. He was sure she thought he meant to come by so they could hook up, but that wasn't what he had in mind for that night.

Lance ascended the front steps and pushed the huge mahogany doors with his free hand. He then crossed the lobby and ascended five flights of stairs. Last year, he only had to ascend four, but this time he would get slightly more training each and every day. His feet glanced lightly over every step as he practically flew up the stairs. He kicked off every wall that got in the way in order to maintain his momentum. He immediately set his record of ten seconds. Last year, it was eight seconds, as he had to climb less stairs.

Once he reached his dorm room, he slumped the duffel bag onto his bed and began unpacking. He slipped his change of clothes into the dresser and temporarily put the rest of his gear into the trunk at the foot of the queen-sized bed. He tossed the aviator shades onto the middle of the bed so he could take care of it later.

From the dresser, Lance slipped on a black t-shirt containing artwork of Jimi Hendrix. Every tee shirt he brought with him was a logo tee for an artist he especially liked, and he brought many of them as well as tank-tops.

Lance closed up the trunk and headed toward the lounge where most everyone else was. As he walked, he performed some shoulder-centric stretches.

Seniors… One more year, he thought, one more year and I see the world…

He was ecstatic that he was back in California. All his friends and other classmates were here, and the campus had many things he could climb over, around, under, and through. The mansion alone, Lance had climbed many times, much to the slight annoyance of some teachers. They knew about Lance’s interests and powers, so his antics have yet to have consequence.

Once he had arrived, Lance flopped onto an empty lounge chair and sank into it like a string of fresh pasta. His soothing green eyes scanned around, reacquainting themselves with the familiar faces they hadn’t seen for many weeks. He was too laid-back to instigate a conversation and was perfectly happy with simply lounging in the chair, even though two of the creepier classmates in the school were in the same room as him. Though they creeped Lance out something fierce, he still liked them... sorta... Well, more like respected. He didn't dislike anyone, really.

She grinned at him happily and flung her arms around him pulling him into a tight hug. "Awh, I missed you too D," She chuckled lightly but she meant it and would admit to meaning it to but she figured he wouldn't ask anyway. Her summer had been pretty shit without Deangelo to talk to and mess around with (Not in that way necessarily) she hugged him tightly like good friends do when they are reunited- which was the situation exactly because Madison had never thought of Deangelo as just one of her 'fuck boys' or whatever, she genuinely cared about him which was more than she could say about the majority of the people she knew and that was because unlike most people, he could make her laugh, smile and didn't treat her like dirt on a shoe because they saw her veil of vanity and not the fragile character hidden deep, deep behind it.

"I can't believe we only met up once throughout the summer, next time- we're not seeing each other that little because my summer was ridiculously boring without the select humans I have taken a liking to in my short but eventful life," She stopped talking to listen to him though and she listened carefully without a word until she was certain of how he meant his words to come across.

"Come by my room tonight will ya', You don't gotta stay..." She didn't for a second think he was just talking about a hook-up here, she could tell- they'd had enough deep conversations and 'I need your support right now's as well as hook-ups to know the difference when he was inviting her over and she immediately knew this was something more important than hooking up and nodded gently. "Yeah of course, you okay?" she asked with a pressuring brow, she was sceptical but the question she asked didn't really mean what she said, it was more of a; "Will you be okay until we can talk about this?" just slightly more subtle for the sake of there being other people around them.

That was the thing about Madison, the first impression people always had of her was typically capable of being summarised as; Slut, naive, selfish, rich kid, snob. Although she wouldn't lie about loving sex, she wouldn't sleep with anyone she isn't really a slut and she's not selfish, she cares a lot for a few select people and she wasn't naive which is why she knew when Deangelo was asking her to come over, it wasn't just to get under the covers or anything. She wanted the chance to catch up with him anyway and it was Deangelo, so she was more than happy to go see him any time.