Jasmine Lena Riley's Story

August 14th Weather
High: 96 Degrees Fahrenheit || Low: 71 Degrees Fahrenheit || 10% Chance of Rain || Wind 7 mph

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Dialogue Color: Magenta || Thought Color: Cyan || Nickname: Spirit || Sophomore || Delta President || Dorm Mate: Cassie

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"Ah, the first day back," Candie stated as she climbed out of the limousine that her father sent her back to school in. This was always a tradition her father did for her on the first day of school ever since her freshman year of high school. Of course knowing the kind of girl Candie was, she ate the entire situation up.

The brunette climbed out of the limo with her bags at her side. Do you want me to bring these to your room Ms. Jones? her driver questioned and to that question she gave a slight nod of her head. "Just set them on the side closest to the window," she stated before letting out a soft sigh. It was time to go searching the campus for her sorority sisters and possibly in the process run into Tobias Young, her English professor. Going the entire Summer without being able to see him was horrible. All the things she wanted to say and do to him just ate at her. The brunette bit at her bottom lip as she slid her hands into the back pockets of her jean shorts as she walked through the Cathedral University campus.

Many of the students she noticed were freshman or transfers, which she honestly didn't seem to understand. After the murder of Miranda, the previous Delta president, she didn't think parents would want their kids enrolling at this school. But apparently she thought wrong.

Every day that goes by without Miranda kills her. Out of everyone in the world Miranda was the most important person to her in her life. But just like everything else that seems to happen to her, she was taken away from Candie. Though Candie couldn't help but to feel guilty about Miranda's murder. If anyone were to find out that she witnessed her death, many questions would be asked and her reputation would quickly plummet to the ground. This was definitely not something she wanted to happen. People at this school looked up to her. Well, it's true for the students who don't truly know her. Anyone who got a chance at getting to know Candie, found her to be a spoiled rotten bitch.

Candie turned a corner of the main building before letting out a sigh and giving up on the search. She sat down on the edge of the fountain in the center of campus and pulled her phone out, sending out a text to Professor Young.

To: Tobias:
Wasn't sure if you knew or not but I'm on campus now. I really want to see you. Let me know where you meet you when you're not busy.
XOXO

Candie sent the text message and slid her phone back into her pocket as she let out a sigh and pulled her journal out of her purse and began writing as she sat there on the edge of the fountain, waiting on any one of her friends or Tobias to show up or text her.

Dialogue Color: #34cb48
Thought Color: #883EBA
Mood: Overwhelmed. Kicking her feet along the side walk she almost didn’t hear her, but then she saw Jasmine catching up with her.
"Hey!”
I guess hoping for some peace and quiet doesn’t always work. Shakily she lit up a cigarette and pulled it to her lips, hands trembling the whole time. You're not ready for people yet Cass, walk away, walk away.

"Oh wow! Cassie? Damn you look hot! How are you?" She smiled shyly and whispered a “Thanks.” before sliding her sunglasses on her head and looking properly at Jasmine trying to find a way to deflect her question “Red suits you. I like it.” She remembered the Riley sisters from last year a little. They were in the rival sorority but then again she didn’t overly believe in the rivalry she’d never said an unkind word to them, although she didn’t think she’d said many words to them before. She tried to think of something a little less blunt to say and ended up taking another deep drag on the cigarette. “I guess I’m living… right?” She gave a slightly nervous laugh and then shrugged, “I’m going to be just fine, if not better.” She flashed her a look at the scars and laughed, "Something about our experiences making us stronger and remaining positive." She bit back on the sarcasm and for a second held her breathe. "Anyway there's more on campus to worry about right now." She'd obviously meant the whole murder fiasco but she wasn't sure how to bring it up. "Like what to wear to gatecrash tonights little soriee."

"I have got to say, this makeover looks amazing on you!" She ran a hand through her hair self-consciously, there was no point in acting tough towards Jasmine because Cassie knew all too well she was more than capable of seeing through it. “Heh, it took a lot of work. I just had to do that whole, shed your skin thing.” Cassie’s face flushed and then she stopped walking and turned to face Jasmine, looking slightly at a loss. “I wish I’d got to know you a bit better last year, I’m also sorry for Candie, she could be a bit much and I know with all this sisterhood shit, well...” She stamped out the cigarette not understanding why she felt the sudden need to apologise for her room-mate, then perked up. “So what did you do with your summer? How’s your brother taking Miranda’s death?” She wasn’t trying to be nosey, she honestly cared. “I know how close you three are, it’s pretty obvious you’re inseparable.” She let out a almost inaudible groan when she realised she'd started talking way too quickly and was having issues keeping up with herself but didn't seem to apologise. Am I making any sense? Her nerves were getting the best of her but maybe she could play it off. She wasn't sure, she'd have to work on it a little bit better.

Cassie Martins:

Thought Colour: #883EBA
Dialouge Colour: #34cb48
Mood: Unravelling

Cassie took a longer look at her hair squinting to see if there were any telltell signs of roots but the coverage was impeccable. Of course she used decent dye, she’s greek. She laughed a little though. “I don’t think anyone's seen your natural colour since you were born.” She cracked the joke easily, effortlessly and with so much blasé that even she was surprised. “And don’t blush like that,” She nudged her a little, “People might start to think we’re flirting, and god you know how those frat boys would love to watch.” She rolled her eyes. Again, another joke, she was over doing it. She took a breathe and blushed heavily. Her social skills sucked, but she was socialising which was all her brother had wanted.

“I’d like us to be friends. You seem pretty cool.” Cassies eyes got wide and she stammered. “Y-you don’t care about what happened?” For the first time she properly looked at Jas and for the first time she realised who she was looking at. Jas, the one with the two siblings also involved with Greek events. Jas who had hated Candie so venomously, and who Candie had hated back, But Greek didn’t really “Hate” so it was more of a mutal dislike. Here she was this all Greek all American sorority girl and she didn’t care. “I’d love that,” Honestly.[color=#34cb48]“I would love to be friends, just don’t braid my hair and tell me all your dirty secrets, please.”

“I don’t think it’s done.” Cassie nodded. “I agree.” Cassie hadn’t noticed any embarrassment and had all of a sudden become oblivious to Jas’ blushing. “I mean why just Miranda? I don’t think anyone disliked her that much.”
Cassie looked at Jas. “I’d love to not-gate-crash your party!” She laughed a little and then smiled a little running a shaky hand through her hair, “Just not in your clothes, I have a thing… about clothes, I got all these new ones. They are not just sitting in the closet until the end of the year because yours is better.” She tilted her head and then pointed at her own neck though “Your necklace by the way, is lovely, my own brother went through a stage like that I mean, he went hard core though, serious, all the tarot cards maybe had a crystal ball I don’t know, but he stopped after the tarot cards showed him something.” Death, car crash, lies… “It spooked him seriously. I never really got it but the tree of life, that always was a nice symbol” She didn’t know enough, or much but she knew that Jas thought it had gone unnoticed by her.

About pledging though, she sighed a little and shuffled her feet and as they walked she caught a glance at Christian. “I don’t know about pledging I was thinking of taking a leaf out of his book and not conforming, not taking part in Greek Life, a new form of abstinence.” She nodded at him and then shrugged a little. “Greek life isn’t for everyone, we can’t all be Barbie, I’m just little old Cindy.” She took out another cigarette offered one to Jas and watched as she dropped a text before trying to and failing to light the cigarette her hands now uncontrollable when it came to the shaking, she groaned looked at Jas and winked slightly before calling over to Christian by the tree “Hey! Hey you with the black hair! You got a light?” She turned back to Jas and shrugged. “It’s a new dawn Jasmine, and it’s going to be a beautiful day if only I can get another puff before having to find something to do.”

She watched him come out of a daze and laughed a little before turning her face into a mask of indifference only nodding at his sarcasm biting her lip slightly and feeling a subtle rise in the hue of her cheeks.

She then promptly caught the lighter, just, but she caught it and she waved it in the air in a triumphant gesture almost playfully. She took a brief look at the cheap lighter and fondly ran her finger over the guitar etching remembering her first lighter she'd found om a pub table with an etching of initals, they were no one she'd known but she'd still loved the way that the scratchings felt on her skin. Then came the slightly more difficult part of the procedure. As he continued to walk over she flicked the lighter a few times with the cigerette slid between her lips but her hands were shaking so violently by now that she couldn't, if she didn't light it any time soon she was convinced she was going to have a panic attack but as he got closer she in defeat just stopped trying and extended her arm to give it back.

She heard him to say that “Who says you gotta find something to do?” and she shrugged not dignifying it with an answer Otherwise it's that room... but she gave him a lopsided smile all the same. As he introduced himself she rolled her tongue along his name a few times, and then caught his eye, holding it for just a couple of seconds as she said "Cassie." bluntly and matter of factly before tagging on"former delta delta delta sister but I cut the cord and no, It's my second year... I don't recognise you" she put emphasis on the former and then nodded to Jasmine and smiled as she stupidly held her unlit cigerette "This is Jasmine" but her mind was already reeling from the prospect of him not knowing her, the starting over was so much easier than she thought it would be.