Gossip Girl: Senior Year

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Alexandra Boutros [71] "It's senior year, bitches!"
Vincent Mast [51] "It's not my fault that every girl's into me."
Cassidy Knox [42] "I don't care what you think about me. I don't think about you at all."
Charlotte Buchanan [42] "I continue to live my life not with a fizzle, but with a bang."
Ricardo Slim-HelΓΊ [32] "I'm not in the business of denying myself anything."

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It was somewhat surprising seeing Alex settle for just water, and not another drink, given that they were conveniently standing at the bar. It wasn't that Alex was typically a reckless drinker, especially not when compared to their mutual friend, Katherine, but she was known to get a bit more than tipsy from time to time too. Sydney wasn't some always-sober angel herself, but it was fairly well known that out of their trio, Alex and Katherine liked to get drunk to a point of being carefree and wild, whereas Sydney never felt comfortable or happy actually getting crazy drunk like that. Losing control always felt gross to her... or at least that was what she told herself every time she drank, to prevent herself from getting to that point. Sydney had no intentions of ordering another drinking either, so she couldn't really blame Alex at this point, especially since she could tell that Alex was at least a tad bit more intoxicated than she was, but it was still something that she noted.

"Sounds like a fair enough deal," Sydney responded with a smile, allowing Alex to lead her away from the bar. "Anything to make the Queen happy, especially when this is the last birthday you're going to be celebrating with your real friends. Depending on my schedule, maybe next year I'll pull Kat out of her community college classes for a day so we can visit you. It won't top the... interesting things Kat picked out for you from us for your birthday this year, but you know I won't stand for any new college friends thinking that they love you like we do," she teased, pressing herself closer to Alex as the sound of the music grew louder, and the amount of people grew denser.

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In the time that Katherine was gone, Thylane had spent a couple of minutes in Alex's bathroom, fixing herself up to look decent for when Katherine returned. After a few minutes of toying with her hair and makeup, she returned to her seated position on the floor, not long before Katherine returned. "Transgender? What?" Thylane responded in utter shock. There was a shock factor to Kat that contributed to her likability, in that you knew you were never going to have a dull moment with her. The things that came out of her mouth were often dramatic, scandalous, and quite often, on the verge of being offensive to someone, and yet the things that managed to surpass those qualifications were usually entertaining and humorous. Katherine had a way with words, and though that way was not eloquent or witty, it was frequently endearing in a way that only Katherine Arnault could get away with. The words that had just come out of Katherine's mouth, however, made Thylane finally stand up, as if she needed to be on her feet to prepare for what genuinely felt like an attack on her character. Being transgender wasn't a bad thing. Thylane was open to all types of people and didn't harbor any feelings of hatred or prejudice towards people who identified differently than her, but it was common knowledge that other people weren't like that. Being accused of being something that you were not, in terms of your sexual or gender identity, often still came with a negative connotation, and beyond that, being told that she was being gossiped about by her friends who Thylane already knew were of higher social standing than herself, felt offensive in itself.

"I'm pretty sure that I'm the one who deserves to feel confused and freaked out right now. You think I transitioned from a boy to a girl?" She had to laugh out loud as she heard herself say that, though there was certainly a sarcastic tinge to it. Despite the laugh, repeating it only enraged her more, and that was apparent in the way that she quickly switched over to speaking French, with her words coming out sharper than a knife blade. "Vous Γͺtes tellement idiot, Kat. Ne savez-vous pas comment penser pour vous-mΓͺme? Avez-vous dΓ©jΓ  envisagΓ© de me dΓ©fendre contre vos amis mΓ©chants, ou est-ce une amitiΓ© unidirectionnelle oΓΉ je dois toujours vous dΓ©fendre et me permettre de faire un pas sur vous?" {"You're so stupid, Kat. Don't you know how to think for yourself? Have you ever considered defending me against your bitchy friends, or is this a one-way friendship where I always have to defend you, and let myself be stepped on by them?"}

"Oh my God! Why are you being so dramatic right now, T? That was literally so unnecessary and rude for no reason and I'm seriously so offended right now..." Katherine responded, her mouth agape as she looked to Thylane with true horror on her face, as if her reaction was just about as misplaced as it could get.

There was no use in getting overly upset. This was who Katherine was, and Thylane told herself now that she knew all of this when she signed up to be friends with her. Katherine was shallow and selfish, and Thylane was a fool for thinking that someone like Kat, who lived in a universe where everything really did revolve around her, could ever be a good friend to someone like her, nonetheless more than a friend. This was a mistake. It was all a mistake, and Thylane forced herself to head towards the door at that thought. "You're absolutely crazy. I really can't deal with you right now, so, goodnight. I'm done with this," she snapped, barely waiting by the door long enough to hear whatever Katherine had to say in response to that.

"Good. I hope you had fun at the last party you're ever going to be invited to!" Katherine shouted back, though Thylane was already partially out of the room by the time she got the statement out of her mouth. Once the girl was gone, Katherine followed her to the door, but only to slam it behind Thylane. The alcohol and the emotions probably played a role in it, but she truly didn't understand what had set Thylane off like that. It wasn't like she said anything wrong, she told herself. She was merely "repeating" what her very trustworthy friend, Alex, had told her. Even then, all that had been asked was a question. She wasn't being stupid, like Thylane accused her of being, and her friends weren't being bitchy to her either. As counterproductive as it seemed, Katherine told herself that Thylane had some type of version of a guilty conscience, and this was her way of reacting to Alex being right about her. Katherine had her own way of reacting to Thylane's outburst though, and that was apparent in what she sent Alex and Sydney once she sat down on the edge of Alex's bed.

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I know this party is about you Alex and Ily but you needto kick Thylane out RIGHT NOW. All I did was ask her if she was transgender like you said she was and she flipped out and called both of you SO many names and said she was going to do everything she could to ruin this party please kick her out

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"Oh my God, you make me scared to look right now," Alex declared loudly as they traversed through the crowd, her hold on her blonde friend not wavering as they made their way through the dense mass of heated bodies. Alex had considered stopping at some point in the middle of the party to look at a few of her friends, but figured it would probably behoove her to not do it with so many present. Considering she really didn't know what her actual birthday was going to consist of, she figured she could either do it tomorrow or then. But either way, just the thought of what Kat's crazy mind conjured up as suitable birthday presents had her filled with excited trepidation. Once they were at a good spot, Alex welcomed Sydney pressing against her, grinning as she spoke into the girl's ear, "And don't you worry your gorgeous little head, Syd. You know you're the only supermodel for me."

"Good, you better keep it that way," Sydney responded, smiling through it. She was ready to leave their conversation at that, especially as one of her current favorite songs was switched on and she felt inclined to start dancing, but some sort of intuition forced her to pull her phone out of her pocket just in time for Kat's text to arrive. It was sent in the group chat, but because Sydney didn't know if Alex had her phone on her, she read what Katherine had written to them aloud before rolling her eyes, nearly to the back of her head, at Alex. "Birthday girl or not, I dealt with her last outburst and let you be, so I think it's your turn this time," she said, almost as if they were new parents who constantly had to battle to decide whose turn it was to fend for their screaming newborn at three in the morning. It was petty... definitely petty... but had Sydney liked Thylane (or even felt neutral towards her), she would have told Alex that they were both putting Kat on Do Not Disturb mode for the night and leaving it at that. She didn't care for Thylane, though, so even if she was sure whatever Kat wanted her thrown out for was something related to Kat's own level of intoxication, Sydney wasn't opposed to the idea of her being thrown out. Maybe it would finally rid Thylane from Kay's life, once and for all. Smirking, Sydney added, "Besides, it looks like you are the one to blame for whatever tears are streaming down her cheeks now, Alex. Transgender? At least I'm not that forward about disliking Blondeau, but I can't say that I hate you for it."

"Ugh," Alex moaned pitifully, even opting to stamp her feet as petulantly as she could without accidentally stepping on Sydney's. "Do I have to?" Normally, Alex didn't really have a problem dealing with Kat, even when the girl was drunk. She was usually entertaining. But, damn it, she wanted to be selfish! Sydney had spared her once apparently, and for that Alex was grateful, but last Alex checked, the girl was going to get laid. And by another girl, at that! She had figured some sex would get Kat high off of life and they would all reunite and it would be great. The last thing she felt like dealing with or even thought that she would have to deal with was the girl throwing a temper tantrum at whatever happened between them. "Fine, but you're coming with me. And we're getting food. And for the record, I never said the girl was transgender. All I said was that safe sex is the best sex." Alex encircled Sydney's wrist with her hand once more, a sign that she was definitely not backing down from having the blonde with her, and led her back through the crowd and into the kitchen where she knew some staff members would be lingering.

Luckily, one of the maids was drinking from a water bottle and Alex beckoned her over. "Send some food and some juice and water up to my room, please." Alex paused, already feeling a headache forming when all she had wanted to do was lose herself in music and sweaty fun. She glanced back at Sydney for a moment, wary, and then back to the maid. "And get Thylane Blondeau removed from the party. She's...uh, disturbing my guests..." The maid seemed to take Alex's hesitation into consideration, so Alex snapped that she get to it before storming away with Sydney. Eventually, they were on her bedroom's floor and once down the hall, Alex opened the door to her bedroom to look at Kat, exasperated. "Kat, how do you wind up being your own cock-blocker? I didn't even think that was possible!"

Sydney had half a mind to refuse to go with Alex, because dealing with Kat was the last thing that sounded enjoyable right now, but between Alex's grip on her arm, and the fact that it was her birthday, Sydney knew she had little choice in the matter. Though silent, she was more than pleased with what went on in the kitchen, and she followed closely by Alex's side as they headed upstairs. Once in Alex's bedroom, they found Kat sitting on her bed. Sydney was still annoyed at Katherine from the show she put on earlier, slandering Sydney's character following the post regarding Vincent. She still wanted to act cold and unforgiving towards the brunette, and spite her for as long as it took for Kat to apologize and fully take back her comments, but while Sydney could be stubborn, she wasn't stupid. Katherine was wasted, and she wasn't going to get anywhere on that topic tonight with her in this state of mind. If anything, right now their best bet was to do what Alex seemed to be thinking too - eat something, have some water, and then hopefully force Katherine to either sober up or go to bed so they could return downstairs to enjoy their evening. "I'm offended that I'm the one out of the loop here, and confused just the same. Who were you, of all people, trying to sleep with?" Sydney inquired, her words a bit harsher than she meant them only as a defense mechanism to now feeling lower herself, for being the last to hear this news. It never would have crossed her mind that it was Thylane, even with the transgender and safe sex references that were made.

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Even drunk, in this state where her needs were the most utmost important things in the world, to an extent that reached far beyond its normal hold, Kat was surprised that Sydney and Alex actually came upstairs to find her after those texts. In a hopeful mind, that would represent her knowing deep down that she was dramatic and she couldn't send out extreme text messages and expect her friends to come running at the drop of the hat, but the more likely reason behind her surprise was that she assumed they would both be too busy to see the text. Last time she saw Alex, she was on her way to the bar, probably ready to have the best birthday night ever, and last time she saw Sydney, the blonde needed a drink to an extent where Kat hoped Alex had found her soon after and forced vodka down her throat... if she didn't cut her throat open first, for what that Gossip Girl post said.

Right now, Kat wasn't really consciously thinking about any of that though, because in distress, all she could think about was herself, and how absolutely, positively, mean Thylane had just been to her. She didn't deserve to be snapped at and called stupid! She was a good friend to Thylane! She was probably the only reason she was invited to this party to begin with, and this was how she repaid her?! Absolutely inconceivable, was what it was!

Even if she was surprised to see the girls come in, she wasn't bothered by it. It was comforting, even if both of them came in sans the "aw, poor Kat!" reaction she was hoping for. "Thylane rejected me because I'm ugly and disgusting and because Alex told me she was transgender and all I did was ask and she got really mad and said I was stupid and that you guys were bitches and that I never defend her against you guys," she exclaimed, feeling like that was a sufficient answer for both of them. Tears welled up in the back of her eyes, but crying probably would have garnered more sympathy for Kat if she wasn't prone to doing it every other day, for the most unimportant reasons.

Alex wanted to roll her eyes and caught herself before she did, but shared a glance with Sydney before she addressed Kat. The brunette's current state brought on an unwanted dose of sobriety, her BFF-in-distress mode filtering out some of the tipsy haze the second she saw Katherine's eyes get glassy. Seeing Katherine cry over any given situation wasn't new, but Alex was definitely sure that the girl being upset and wasted wasn't going to do any good. "Awww, babe," she cooed as she made her way over to the girl, eventually crawling into the floor to sit on one side of her. "You're not ugly or disgusting, and fuck that bitch if she made you feel like you were." To be quite honest, Alex genuinely liked Thylane. They weren't enemies by any standards nor were they close, but she had liked her enough to ignore the idea of the girl calling her a bitch for no reason. But she did, though delicately, think to add, "But sweetie, you gotta know I didn't mean that she was trans. I was just saying that girls use condoms with other girls sometimes and that you should...if something was going to happen."

Sydney was good at maintaining a poker face, and showing absolutely no emotion when the situation warranted it. In fact, she was practically known for having the utmost control over her emotions, to a point where some people swore that she had no feelings at all. Right now, she felt no need at all, to hide the look of absolute disgust on her face when Katherine seemed to say that she had been on the verge of hooking up with Thylane. Whatever Alex was saying about female condoms only confirmed that, and Sydney found it impossible to follow in Alex's suit and take a seat on Katherine's empty side. Instead, she remained standing a few feet in front of them, arms crossed over her chest as her facial expression spoke the words that she didn't even need to say at this point. She would say them anyway, though, but only because now she was sure that she didn't have the patience to deal with Katherine tonight. This was supposed to be Alex's night, and Sydney was already struggling to follow her "good friend" path due to her own drama that had happened tonight, to have even a speck of patience left to deal with Katherine's usual dramatics. "If the two of you are telling me that you almost hooked up with Thylane Blondeau, then you need to go home right now, Katherine. This is Alex's party, and you're clearly beyond wasted, and you're going to regret whatever you've been doing when you wake up tomorrow. Either stop being so dramatic and selfish, or go home." She knew she was being harsh, and that was why she didn't look to Alex for support on this one, but she had no problem drilling a glare right into the center of Kat's face.

Alex's words had been comforting, even if Katherine still could not comprehend in the slightest what female condoms were, but just when she was about to start feeling even slightly more relaxed than before, Sydney made her presence known. If her body language didn't already show it, her words told Katherine that she was not in the mood for... well, apparently, anything. β€œI’m not even drunk. I’ve only had like… ten drinks!” she objected, though her emotional tone, combined with the exaggeration of her claim in itself suggested against what she was saying. β€œAnd I would go back to my house if it wasn’t scary when I’m the only one there,” she complained, almost being out of it enough to consider turning to Alex with puppy eyes to ask if she would leave the party too, and come back to her house a few miles away with her. She caught herself, luckily, but only because Sydney had just called her out on being selfish, and not because she noticed how ridiculous of a request it would be, given that this was Alex’s party.

β€œMe being upset about Thylane being mean to me isn’t as selfish as you fucking Vincent in the bathroom downstairs anyway. Maybe you should go home,” she countered, and now, her voice was finally changing from a near-whine to one with more animosity than hurt in her voice. Katherine only really ever fired back at Sydney when she was very intoxicated, or very, very stressed out or emotional when sober, and though it was a combination of the two tonight, it was definitely the alcohol giving her the courage. β€œBut whatever,” she snapped abruptly, as she somehow managed to pull herself to her feet, at one point using Alex’s head as a prop to lean her hand against to garner the strength and coordination to get up. β€œI’ll go enjoy the rest of my best friend’s party, since she’s the only person on the planet who even cares about me, while you two do whatever you want to do in your lives,” she announced, not noticing or caring how she probably wasn’t making much sense. She wasn’t over what had just happened with Thylane, and there was no way that her mood would fully recover from it, especially since she had probably reached her alcohol quota for the night, but this didn’t seem like a fun situation to stay in either.

"Ok, ouch," Alex hissed as Kat used her to stand on unsteady legs. She wasn't even sure the girl would make it back down the steps on the stilts she called legs, but she was pretty sure that Kat would try given the tension between herself and Sydney. The mention of Vincent and the immediate hurt she felt before squashing it made her frown, almost just sit there and let Katherine go about her drunken business and pray the girl eventually found a room to pass out in. But Alex didn't bother dwelling on that thought and instead, snatched up Katherine's wrist. "And speaking of selfish, I am gonna be selfish because like you both said, this is my party and I am your," she tugged at Katherine's wrist until the brunette met her inexorable gaze, held it and then sent a less severe, more pleading look to Sydney, "best friend. And I have one more request for the both of you and then you could go on to hate each other for the rest of the night."

After a beat, Alex sighed and tugged at Katherine to sit back on the floor. It wasn't a difficult feat considering Kat's own inebriated state. "You both are gonna sit here and we are gonna drink water and eat the food that's being brought up here, whether you're hungry or not. Because I'm hungry and if the birthday girl wants company while she eats, I think it's only fair that two of her best girls. And, if you need any more of an incentive, we can even get someone to bring these presents Syd apparently thinks is gonna drive me up the wall so you can see my face when I open them."

Sydney wasn't going to address the Vincent rumor, at least not tonight, but she was so close to slapping Katherine across the face after she so crudely accused her of doing what the Gossip Girl post insinuated that she had done, that she could no longer remain mum on the issue. Not only did it feel wildly offensive to her, but she could only imagine that it made Alex feel uncomfortable, at the very least too. The majority of reasons behind her feeling the need to address it were selfish ones, but she did, truly also want to address it also, to quell whatever worry she was sure that Alex had, over these rumors, too.

Once Alex had pulled Katherine back to the floor, and made her request that they stay in her room for long enough to eat and drink, Sydney took a brief moment to calm herself down before looking to Alex and nodding. She could do that. She could be a good friend right now. "If Katherine's actually going to eat something, then I can agree to sit here and honor your wishes too," Sydney said, purposely acting callously towards Katherine's aversion to eating, especially around other people. She didn't leave it at that, though, as she stepped towards Katherine, and surprisingly actually dropped down to her knees so that she was in a straddling position over the intoxicated girl's lap. As much as she wanted to hate Katherine right now, it was undeniable, especially at this angle, that the girl was wasted. This was how Kat acted when wasted, and Sydney knew that she had surpassed the point of knowing that she had to accept Kat and all of her quirks, in order for their friendship to work. Knowing her for so long, however, meant that Sydney didn't hesitate to reach out and grab each of the girl's cheeks, pinching ever so slightly to force Katherine to look at her, but also listen. "And only since you keep bringing it up, I want you to know that I. Did. Not. Do. Anything. With. Vincent. I didn't want to throw him under the bus, but you give me no choice, so what actually happened, was that he pulled me away from Ricardo and Charlotte to ask me how he could get Clifford to stop hitting on Alex. Being a good friend, I told him that he needed to let Alex be, and that if Clifford or any other guy makes her happy, then he should focus on her being happy with him, and not always think about what makes him happy. So, as the biggest Vincent Mast hater on the planet, I better not hear another word about that coming from you," she said, giving Katherine's face a final, and harder squeeze, an act of showing that she was seriousness, before sliding off of the girl and sitting beside her. She had purposely only acted like she was addressing Kat during the spiel, because had she even looked towards Alex, she would have returned to that weird vulnerable and emotional place that she swore to herself she wasn't going to go to again with Alex.

In the last few minutes, the drinks had definitely started to hit Katherine to a point where it was harder to resist any sort of physical movement. Alex pulled her back, and back she went. Sydney sat on top of her and forced her face towards her, and that was exactly what she did. Regardless of whimpering at the force being used (which, even being fairly gentle given the tension, could still be chalked up to attempted murder in Kat's books). She deserved credit for actually attempting to process and retain what Sydney was saying to her after it was suggested that they eat, but then again, the physical position that Sydney had over her made it kind of impossible not to. Given the tension in the room, it was probably a good thing that she tried too, because Sydney's explanation, coupled with Alex saying that they could open presents, suddenly made Katherine feel a little less miserable. In fact, at the realization that Sydney was saying that she had essentially told Vincent to back off of Alex, Katherine actually smiled-- or did so once Sydney had released her face from her lobster-like clasp. "Good. Even though you're not a good friend to me, at least you're a good friend to my beautiful soulmate, Alexandra Marie," she said, as her hand fell onto the leg of Alex who sat beside her. She gave the girl's leg a squeeze of affection as she spoke, and continued to say, "Aren't you so happy that you have us as friends?"

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Tuesday, November 15th, 2016
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It was finally the day of the senior class fall trip. Clifford had been to Paris numerous times before, but that didn't stop him from being genuinely excited to return to France, but this time, with his friends and classmates in tow. The only thing that he wasn't looking forward to was the seven and a half hour flight from JFK to Paris. It was a red eye flight that the school had booked entirely for their students, leaving at 7:30 PM and getting in right around 9:00 AM, which Clifford preferred, at least. He wasn't a light sleeper, so falling asleep on the plane wouldn't be a challenge, and then they'd have the entire day in France for exploring, rather than only half a day due to a later flight arrival.

With only another fifteen minutes or so until boarding began, Clifford found himself sitting at the Wendy's in their terminal, Terminal 2, with a few kids from the lacrosse team. Even though the night was technically winding down, now, everyone seemed to be energized and ready for the upcoming week. There was nonstop chatter about the sights that they would see, and how fun the trip would be given that even though all of them weren't eighteen, and old enough to be served liquor in France, that they were all, at least old enough to be served wine and beer, and as they all knew, that was enough to have a good time. The students couldn't complain about the way that their school handled these trips, either. The students were all divided into groups of ten students, or so, and a teacher turned chaperone was assigned to each group. While the chaperone was responsible for the group's well-being, a lot of the time, they had a hands off approach, where they would simply give the groups a time that they needed to meet back at certain points throughout the day, but other than that, the students were free to explore as they wished.

Clifford left his friends at the fast food spot a bit early, in order to give himself time to use the restroom and then head to a retail spot to purchase a generous amount of snacks for the flight. On his way back towards the gate, he spotted Charlotte, and grinned as he approached her. "Ready for this trip, Miss President? Let's hope that it all goes well, so we don't have to accept blame for something failing when it wasn't in our control anyway."

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Alexandra had been starving by the time they had made it to the airport, so she and a few girl friends with whom she could take an adequate amount of selfies with got a chaperone and they headed off to Due Amici to get a bite to eat. Alex could really only blame herself for her hunger. Regardless of how much she showed out for things like every day outfits and parties, she really didn't put that much effort into packing. In fact, she had procrastinated until late last night (and yes, she was aware that she had pointedly ignored Sydney and Charlotte's lectures about responsibility) when it came to packing and spent the majority of said night making sure that she had everything that she was going to need. She was well aware that she could purchase whatever she left behind once in Paris, but it wouldn't have been her without fretting and pouting and whining while scrambling to put clothing and personal items in her suitcase. So, by the time they had made it to the airport, Alex hadn't even bothered to preen at the compliments she had received for the rather drastic cut to her own hair, no wig or weave necessary. She just needed food in her stomach and she had needed it right then, or someone was going to hate her for the entire flight.

"We should probably start heading back to the others," she declared, popping the last of the calamari their table had shared into her mouth. She had been one of the first to finish eating her roma panini and fresh salad, not feeling a lick of guilt and practically devouring the meal and a good quarter of the calamari. It wasn't the best Italian food she had ever had, but a lot of food tasted exceptional when one was hungry and Alex definitely had been. Stomach full and having finished off her cranberry juice-splashed ginger ale (she would've rather had the Long Island Iced Tea and been able to really clock out for the flight), Alex got their waiter to bring her her check and the two chocolate-filled croissants she had ordered when they first arrived. She already had a big bottle of water and a small container of fresh fruit to snack on. She couldn't help herself; she had a pretty fast metabolism. Once that was taken care of and she had the two treats packed away in her carry-on bag, Alex pulled out her phone to text Sydney and Kat, even though she was going to see them soon.

To: Syd, Kat
im stuffed n dat window seat's lookin mighty nice ;D

While the others idly chatted about the upcoming flight, Alex weighed the pros and cons of actually forcing Vincent to interact with her since she hadn't heard much from him since the night of her birthday bash. A part of her recognized that she should just let it go; there was no need to push him. He didn't really owe her much to begin with. But he was also one of her oldest friends and someone she cared about. Alex didn't like the idea of being ignored by someone she cared about. However, fate made the decision for her because not a second later, she saw Cliff and Charlotte talking, and even though she had wanted to look for the others, she bound over towards them, throwing her arms around Charlotte from behind while grinning at Cliff. "And how are my two favorite class presidents ever!?"

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault

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Location: Terminal 2 @ JFK Airport
Dialogue Color: #CF009F
Katherine flew quite frequently, as she traveled a lot for vacations or to visit her mother in California, or her grandparents in France, but the experience didn't lessen the amount of hatred she had for flights over three hours, or so. Even with the short flights, she was only able to tolerate them because she was always flying first class. In all honesty, the only times that Katherine ever flew economy, were through school trips like this one, where she had no choice but to take a "normal" seat just like the rest of the class. The only way that she could get away with snagging a seat at the front of the plane, which always were reserved for the chaperones flying with the class, was to feign some sort of illness that required her having her own space, and extra attention. It wasn't something that anyone would put past Katherine, especially since she had done it in years past, but she hadn't talked herself up to that point just yet. On the plus side, she had just popped a Xanax (courtesy of her psychiatrist, and definitely not Brent Barclay), so she hoped that that would relax her enough to not have a mental breakdown when she boarded the plane. On the flip side, though, she had somehow (and she was insistent that she had never agreed to it originally) ended up with a seat assignment that landed her in a middle seat. A middle seat. Had you asked Katherine for her seat preference, her top choice would have been window, second choice would have been aisle, and before she would agree to sit in the middle seat, she would insist that she would be better off sitting on the wing of the plane. Sitting in the middle seat in the economy section of an international flight seemed like a punishment that even a serial killer didn't deserve, in Katherine's opinion. Only today, was she conveniently forgetting the deal that she had made with Alex and Sydney, where Sydney helped her finish an overdue science lab report, and Alex let her "borrow" a gorgeous bag she had gotten for her birthday, in exchange for her getting the middle seat on their flights.

She had eaten a salad hours ago before leaving home for the airport, but she couldn't resist getting a Wendy's chocolate Frosty to satisfy her hunger and her sweet tooth, a few minutes ago. She had held out all evening while her friends ate at various locations in the terminal, but she couldn't make it all night without giving in. Shockingly, as she licked the last of the ice cream off of the spoon, she wasn't even feeling guilty or angry with herself for indulging. She couldn't even blame that on the Xanax kicking in either, since she had only popped that a couple of minutes ago.

Getting up to throw out the empty cup felt like an incredibly strenuous task once she was comfortably positioned in one of the lounge chairs in the terminal, near their gate, but with a dramatic groan, she managed to do it. As she returned to where she and Sydney were seated, charging their phones, she saw Alex's text message and she didn't even hesitate to respond back with a dramatic lie, before sitting down beside Sydney once again. "Did you see her text? She really thinks you're going to sit in the middle seat instead of her, so that she gets the window," Katherine said, as if it hadn't been decided upon that Sydney was getting the aisle regardless.

To: Alex
Too bad that I'm already on board the plane sitting in the window seat...... maybe next time!!

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Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault

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"How much longer 'til your Xanax kicks in?", coupled with a small smile, was how Sydney chose to reply to Katherine's continued insistence that she wasn't going to be the one, out of the three of them, to sit in the middle seat of the plane. For Sydney, it went without question that she wouldn't be sitting there. She liked the aisle seat, and that was the seat she had declared she was taking when the girls chose their row a few weeks back. Alexandra had insisted on getting the middle, and after a bit of bribery, Katherine had agreed that she wouldn't put up a fight about having to get the middle seat. It wasn't the end of the world, even if that was probably easy for Sydney and Alex to insist on, when they weren't the ones sitting there. The point of the matter now, was that she and Alex had held up their ends of the agreement, so now it was time for Katherine to do the same. While some people may have been turned off by Katherine's quick switch-up on them on the day of the trip, Sydney was expecting this, and judging by the cheekiness in Alex's text, she knew the other girl was too. Katherine could be as dramatic as she wanted to be, but it wasn't going to change that she would end up sitting on the floor before she got Alex or Sydney's seats. The fact that she had just taken a Xanax reassured Sydney that it probably wouldn't be a big problem. Given the dosage that had been prescribed to her, and Katherine's minuscule weight, Sydney was positive that the girl would be knocked out before the plane even left the ground.

Although she was fairly tired herself, Sydney was in a surprisingly good and optimistic mood today, so she had the patience for Katherine. In fact, she hadn't separated from the girl since arriving at the airport, even as Alex and some of the others went off to sit down and eat. Sydney despised airport food. It was a blanket statement, and one that she knew wasn't always fair, but something about eating at airports grossed her out. She didn't like fast food to begin with, so Wendy's and places like that weren't viable options for her, and she simply preferred not to eat at any of the restaurants in the terminal. She purposely ate before getting to the airport, and had a few granola bars in her purse for when she got hungry during their travel. Her time at the airport had been spent mostly relaxing, and corresponding with her agent, who insisted that she needed to somehow excuse herself from the school's trip agenda for a day to make it to a Chanel photo shoot that he had secured her a spot in. It wasn't going to happen. Not necessarily because she didn't think that she could have her parents pull some strings with the administration, but because she didn't want to. This trip was going to be fun and easy, an escape from her life in New York where she had the pressures of college, and modelling, and her parents hopes for her, weighing down on her all of the time. She was determined to allow this week to be relaxing, and that was why remaining in a positive mood seemed necessary.

Sydney's airport style was very casual, but that was only because she wanted to be comfortable on the long, overnight flight. Besides that, and this was also the reason why Katherine received no flax for her own casual look, Sydney and the girls that she associated with were the kind of girls who looked good in... well, nearly anything. Her look was casual, but you could certainly bet your money that she still looked better than the majority of the try-hard girls that had come fully dressed up, wanting to take as many airport Instagrams as possible. Sydney would change the minute that they reached the hotel, but for her, airplane style never had to be too overdone. Trying too hard was the biggest fashion faux pas, in her opinion.

Since they were sitting close to their gate, Sydney was able to see almost immediately when a few people began to board their school's flight. The announcement for boarding hadn't officially been made yet, but Sydney wasn't interested in waiting until that was made. "Come on," she said, nudging Katherine as she pulled their phone chargers out from the outlet they were sitting by. "Time for you to see just how comfy that middle seat can really be," she added teasingly, as she grabbed the handle of her rolling carry-on bag and her purse, and started towards the gate entrance where tickets were being scanned. Once she got there, waiting for the few students in front of her to be scanned in, she texted Alex quickly.

To: Alex, Katherine
Boarding now. Don't miss the flight Alex! You'll just be teaching her that if she whines enough, she really can always get her way!

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Character Portrait: Alexandra Boutros Character Portrait: Charlotte Buchanan Character Portrait: Cliff Parker

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Location: Saint Jude's library (conference room)
Hex Code: #FF8C00

Clifford's smile widened as Alex joined their pair, and he couldn't resist studying her change in appearance for a few seconds. Just as she had looked great before, she looked great now too, but he definitely liked this hair cut. For one reason or another, it gave her a bit of an edgy and mature vibe that made it hard for him to focus attention on anything other than staring at her after the few seconds of it being appropriate and excusable had passed. "I'm ready to knock out on this flight," he answered with a chuckle. "What about you? You've got that fresh cut, so it looks like you're ready to make some moves this trip, Alex," he added more playfully. "You're lucky you'll have this one and Kat with you this trip," he continued, nodding to Charlotte. He wasn't sure if she was as fluent and comfortable with the French language as he knew Katherine was, but he knew she was one of the few who was fluent enough to be able to get along well enough if she ended up lost and alone somewhere in Paris. "They'll be able to translate and give you the heads up when all those French dudes are telling their friends they're gonna try to make a move on you." He was sure that France had their fair share of guys like Vincent. His words reminded himself of his friend, which led to him looking past the girls and down the corridor that was scattered with travelers. He saw a few familiar faces among the herds of unknown ones, most looking like they were heading towards the gate.

"We should probably head to the gate now. I bet they're going to start boarding any minute now," Clifford suggested, already beginning to head in that direction. "Who're you guys sitting with?" he asked, glancing down at his own ticket. He had seats next to his friends, but unfortunately, they had ended up in the middle of the plane, closer to the back, rather than closer to the front like he would have preferred. It wasn't a horrible issue, as Cliff wasn't very picky, but simply a minor inconvenience.

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