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Charlotte Clark

"If I did nothing wrong, I'd do absolutely nothing."

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a character in “Sincerely, Anon”, as played by UniqueYetUnoriginal

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♦ The Basics ♦
❝ The little details are the most important. ❞

» Name: Charlotte Louise Clark, though usually known by Charlie.
» Age: She is sevnteen years old, though she doesn't always act it.
» Role: Cheerleader One
» Gender: Female - couldn't you tell?
» Sexual Orientation: She is bisexual.
» Occupation: Student, hopes to become a photographer.




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♦ The Description ♦
❝ Take a picture, it'll last longer. ❞

» Hair: Charlie's hair has been many colors in its lifetime, though at the moment is a brown - black color. Her natural hair is about fifty shades of brown - see what I did there? - with blondes mixed in, too. Her roots are dark and cascade outwards, with lighter brown and blonde streaks joining them. It is naturally very wavy, and falls to just over her shoulders, where she usually leaves it hanging, or ties it in a quick up-do to get it out of the way. It is quite thick and soft.
» Eyes: Her eyes are quite wide, giving the impression of someone curious and eager to learn, swallowing any information you give her, They're a deep brown and are framed by long eyelashes and well defined eyebrows, as well as fitting almost perfectly in line with her nose.
» Face: Her face is oval and her moth is usually either curved into a disapproving frown, smirking or smiling, forming dimples on her rosy cheeks.
» Build: She stands at 5'5, probably of average height, possibly below, for someone of her age and weight. She weighs 109lbs exactly, due to her petite frame. She is slim, but not scary thin, though this may just be because of her muscular arms and legs from her love of wildlife, though her fast-metabolism is the main reason she hasn't bloated. She would consider herself neither overly tan nor pale.
» Style: Her style is almost a class between rocker and preppy - usually consisting of dark colors, dresses, leather jackets and high waisted shorts.
» Markings: She has both her ears pierced, as well as the top of her left ear. She has a tattoo on her back of birds flying from a flower.




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♦ The Character ♦
❝ They say the eyes are the window to the soul, but not to judge by appearance. ❞

» Likes:
- ♥ Chocolate
- ♥ Christmas
- ♥ Lights
- ♥ Cheerleading
- ♥ Photography
» Dislikes:
- ★ Her hair going static
- ★ Slow texters
- ★ Anon
- ★ Feeling constantly hungry
- ★ Hypocritical views
» Phobias:
- ☠ Excessive Blood
- ☠ Bugs
- ☠ Anon
- ☠ Being Unwanted
- ☠ Rats
» Habits:
- ❒ She talks with her hands
- ❒ She drums her fingers off of desks etc.
» Personality:
Charlie is loud. Fact. It's not that she goes around yelling in everyone's ears, but she will make sure that everything she wants to be heard is said, and if you agree or not you better shut up and listen to her, as nothing annoys her more than people ignoring her. She is also quite demanding, as she is prepared to get her own way, even if it means pushing others down to get it. She is sarcastic, most of her jokes, which are then mainly insults, are sarcasm. She is one of those bitches that everyone tries to avoid, their brief meetings with her not going too well, and her friends being mostly fake, only wanting popularity. Is Charlie a nice person? Not really, though I suppose that's a matter of opinion.

Though this is how she comes across, underneath this persona is a scared little girl who just craves attention and loving, the kind she never got from any of her family. She lashes out in insults and violence, simply because this is the only thing she knows. She is sick of people pushing her around, so decided that when she moved to Mackenzie, she wanted to be one of the top dogs. Her school life was the only part of her life she could control, the only part that was actually going well for her, that didn't look as if it was a glass wobbling over the edge of a cliff, like her home life did.

She is very sensitive, though at the time will just brush it off, pretending it doesn't hurt her. Later on, when she is alone, that's when she will cry over it. She's so sensitive because she's scared - she's scared someone will find out her secrets, scared that her place in popularity will slip, scared that she'll go berserk again and hurt someone. She is determined for people not to know this - she is the bitchy, flirty cheerleader, that doesn't let anything get to her, right?




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♦ The Past ♦
❝ My past has gone, you can't continue the book if you keep re-reading the last chapter. ❞

» History: Charlie had an ordinary childhood, being born into a well off family with an older brother and two working parents, her mother a lawyer and her father a doctor. They had a steady amount of money going into their bank accounts because of this. It was a small, local town where she lived, where it was safe to roam the streets and everyone knew one another. But not all was innocent in the Clark household. Her mother used to yell at her, insults and threats, and smacked her from time to time. This also occurred with her brother, Jason.

Eventually, Charlie snapped under the pressure to be perfect, and lashed out at her mother - grabbing her wrist and slamming her up against the wall forcefully. Her mother actually suggested bringing her to a psychiatrist, perhaps even a mental hospital after this, but her father hastily refused, saying it was just a snap under the school pressure and that she was only ten years old, it probably wouldn't be illegal. Her mother agreed reluctantly, but was much more forceful on her children from then on. The second and final time Charlie snapped was when she came home to hear her mother yelling at Jason, smacking him. She screamed and grabbed the knife from where the lamb had been cut, and practically ran around the room, causing chaos. Ten minutes later, Jason was in utter shock, their mother lay dead on the floor and Charlie stood above her, holding the bloody knife that had finished her.

Her father found out soon, and moved straight away to Mackenzie, having to get a new job as a baker to keep the family going as he had to quit his new job in order to move. Without a mother to work, either, the family soon found themselves slipping, they had bought the house with the left over money from their mother's job, but it was running out quick.
» Family:
⟶ Father; Kyle Clark; 44.
Mother; Melissa Clark; 43.
⟶ Brother; Jason Clark; 19.
» Relationships: TBA
» Secrets:
✿ She killed her mother at thirteen years of age, after being physically and mentally abused by her since she was five years old.
✿ Her brother drinks, smokes and takes drugs.
✿ She works as a prostitute over the summer to get extra money.
✿ She is a pyromaniac.
» Password: Forever Moi ^u^
» Other: N/A

So begins...

Charlotte Clark's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Beth Potter Character Portrait: Kasper Wren Character Portrait: Snow K Wren Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Anonymous

To: Sabine Carter
From: Blocked Number
How's the love life going? Found any cute girls lately? - Anon. x


To: Amanda Stone
From: Blocked Number
How's daddy's little girl? He sure loves his daughter, doesn't he?;) -Anon.


To: Aaron Stone
From: Blocked Number
How's all Mom's co-workers keeping up? Then again, how would you know? You'e probably too high to remember anything.. ;) x - Anon.


To: Charlotte Clark
From: Blocked Number
I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but I know why you're here ;) Fire.. bad choice of words? x - Anon.


To: Louis Everly
From: Blocked Number
How's Ryan's family these days? Still mourning over their lost little boy? Be careful where you step, that could be you one day. x - Anon.


To: Marjorie Feller
From: Blocked Number
It must be hard work being a prostitute - especially having to kill off kids in your stomach;) Remember: Stay safe! X - Anon.


To: Beth Potter
From: Blocked Number
Everyone thinks you're so innocent, yet you smoke and have a child. What happened? - Anon. x


To: Kasper Wren
From: Blocked Number
Welcome to Mackenzie Prep! Be careful, there are some dark people here - and I know how much you hate the dark;) - Anon. x


To: Snow K Wren
From: Blocked Number
How's your boyfrie- Oh, wait, you've never had one.. shame. x - Anon.


To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How's that diet your on going? What is it called - not eating? - Anon. x


To: Teagan Thorn
From: Blocked Number
How long are you going to pretend your not sick? Maybe once everyone realizes who is responsible for your sister disappearing? x - Anon.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Beth Potter Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Charlotte Clark

Beep. Beep Bee-
Charlie groggily pulled the duvet covers off her. She turned off her alarm and quickly made her bed, before getting dressed into some black, high waisted denim shorts, a pink see through top with skulls on it and a black tank underneath, some black tights, some black converse and a leather jacket. She applied a layer of concealer, mascara, eyeliner and blush, before leaving her bedroom, her schoolbag slung over one shoulder.

Another hour later - which included eating her breakfast, tying her hair into a fishtail plait and brushing her teeth - and Charlie was at the school. Her phone buzzed just as she was getting off the bus, which reminded Charlie that she wanted to text her friends. She opened the message as she walked through the double doors and through the corridors, to where her locker was.

To: Charlotte Clark
From: Blocked Number
I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but I know why you're here ;) Fire.. bad choice of words? x - Anon.


Charlotte stopped in the middle of the hall as she reread the test, greeting her with a million elbows and people swarming past her all at once. Fire - they didn't know, they couldn't know. It wasn't that that worried her the most, it was the message itself. I know why you're here... that one must be a lie. No one knew about that, not even her closest friends. Unless Jason told someone, it had just been the Clark's little secret.

She shook her head lightly, plastering a fake smile over her frown as she had been doing for months. She deleted the message and decided to meet up with some of her friends, and hopefully get her mind off of the weird message from a blocked number. She opened her locker, grabbed her books, and sent the messages.

To: Amandaa<3
Hey, where are youu? x


To: Marjorie:D
Hey, where are youu? x





Anon

To: Blocked Number
From: Sabine Carter
Um who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know. Stay away. ~S


To: Sabine Carter
From: Blocked Number
I'm sure you're dying to find out, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? - Anon. xo


To: Blocked Number
From: Teagan Thorn
What are you talking about and what is your problem?


To: Teagan Thorn
From: Blocked Number
Don't act dumb, I know you're not. You must be pretty smart to get away with selling pills.. ;) - Anon. x


To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace
Leave me alone, you don't know me.


To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How do you know that? I could be standing beside you right now. x - Anon.


To: Blocked Number
From: Beth Potter
Hahaha very funny I know it is someone from my old school that is texting me.


To: Beth Potter
From: Blocked Number
Maybe it is, or maybe I'm standing right beside you;) And why does it make a difference? - Anon. x


To: Blocked Number
From: Louis Everly
Who is this? What are you talking about?


To: Louis Everly
From: Blocked Number
I could tell you, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? Even though you would probably kill to know.. - Anon. xo


To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron Stone
Leave me alone


To: Aaron Stone
From: Blocked Number
Grow up, and don't expect me to start pitying you just because you sleep around to help your mother. - Anon. x


To: Beck Hades
From: Blocked Number
Are you still in that gang, The Emeralds? Caught you! - Anon. x


[OOC: I shall add the tags later, I'm going to have mo dhinnear :D (Don't ask, it's IrishxD)]

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Louis
The young man before him, who will be Louis's locker neighbor the rest of this year, seems to not be nearly as loquacious as the dark-haired student himself, but he smiles brightly and shakes his hand anyway. Even Aaron's voice is kind of quiet, his smile small and his gestures somewhat, well, awkward. The good point of being outgoing is the fact that you can do excruciatingly awkward things, and no one will think anything of it because you do so with a grin and a fast-paced mannerism. Looking at Aaron is not unlike looking at an old photograph of himself, Louis realizes, for the young man before him is shy, rather forgettable, and seems as though he would be the type to bottle everything up inside of him until BAM!, he explodes just as Ryan did. The very thought makes Louis's smile fade slightly, a frown briefly taking the place of it as he surveys the person before him. There is that single moment of silence, with the concerned frown on the boy with the hat's face, before he grins once more and leans on the longboard which he still holds- he takes it around school for the entire day, because one never knows when they might need it. Generally, teachers either don't really mind, or will half-heartedly tell him to put it up. He is such a presence in class that the board seems a rather minor detail to any decent instructor.

"And you are. . .what? A junior? Sophomore? I think we had some classes together last year, but you could just be advanced, huh? I mean, that or I could be in lower level classes and simply not think about it. But you seem fairly smart, eh? So probably the former. I'm sure we'll get on well, anyway," the chatty young man rattles on, seeming completely comfortable and oblivious to the fact that he has begun to ramble a bit. He stops and waves at a passing girl, who smiles at him and waves back before continuing on her way, and low-fives a guy, all whilst still seeming engaged by Aaron. Although he may not be an athlete or a brainiac, Louis is one of those people who become popular on the merit of personality- once everyone else seems to like him, the kids considered traditionally popular just kind of followed suit. There exists such people in every school- popular in that they know and are liked by most people, but not that they are athletic or intimidating. Such people are simply charismatic. Who would have expected that he would turn out like that, given what the young man used to be like? His phone then vibrates again, and Louis grabs at it quickly, knowing that the text is likely a response from the blocked number. Seeing the underline of the word kill, his stomach turns. The young man quickly types out a response.

To: Blocked Number
From: Louis Everly
Shut up. Why are you even bothering me? Just leave me alone.


In his frustration, he punches his own locker, creating a small dent and attracting a few stares. However, the eyes turn away when he grins at them and shakes his hand comically, "Don't know my own strength!" He explains cheerfully, earning a few chuckles and warding off most of the suspicious looks.


Marjorie
Marjorie nods in agreement, smiling brightly at the red-haired popular before her. Admittedly, she is indeed grateful to not have to share lockers with some unknown person, because they may end up trying to talk to her or some other nonsense like that, and she can hardly deal enough with being pleasant to those who it is necessary to be so with. Hence the fact that she is probably the worst among the popular group when it comes to acting cruel towards those who were below them on the social ladder. Take Sabine and Elisa for example- she started most of the insults against them, and though the spreading of rumors can be left to other girls, it was she who put into action many of the events that would lead to rumors. She may not be as gifted at cheerleading as Amanda is, but she is queen when it comes to hurting other people- a kind of stress relief that she uses to try and ease her own pain. It is incredibly effective, and though she knows that this behavior only mimicks the stereotype of taking your problems out on others, the young woman continues gladly with it. She doesn't care much about whether people hate her, as long as they also envy or fear her, and is perfectly fine with being a bad person if it means she can get through another day. Catching the smile that Amanda flashed towards the girl, one as sly as a fox, Marjorie remembered one of the reasons that she didn't entirely hate the head cheerleader- they thought rather similarly when it came to making the lives of others' difficult. The dark-haired girl smirks again herself, although this time it is not one of nerves.

"Naturally. What language are you taking?" Although she asks this, the young woman is distracted by her phone going off. She rushes to look at it, but relaxes as soon as seeing that the number is that of Charlotte.

To: Charlotte
From: Marjorie
With Amanda by the lockers. Near the lunch pavillion.

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Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller

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Amanda


"Naturally. What language are you taking?" Amanda looked at Marjorie after her taunt towards Elisa and Sabine. "Spanish. You?" She then got a text message and she almost had a heart attack, but luckily it was from Charlotte. She asked where she was.

To: Charlotte
From: Amanda
With Marjorie, by the lunch area!


She slipped the phone back into her bag and leaned against her locker waiting for Charlotte. She was thinking about the text message she got from this morning from Anon. She deleted on instant. It was more out of shock then anything. She didn't need that kind of crap in her life. She had enough stress. Her brother for one, cheerleading for another, and school is the final. She didn't have time for Anon. He thought process is that if she leaves him alone, he will leave her alone.





Aaron now understood that the person he has to spend the rest of the school year next to, was a talker. He didn't generally know what to say to these kind of people since he tried to avoid them as much as possible. It was hard to get them to stop talking and most of the time silence was really all he wanted. "I'm a junior." He replied the the 'talker' next to him. He then got a text message, which is strange because he has no friends. He pulled the phone out from his pocket and saw that it was Anon. He then sent a quick reply.

To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron
I didn't ask for pity. I asked you to leave me alone.

Aaron slipped the phone back into his pocket and then was scared to death when Louis slammed his locker shut. He didn't jump, but it freaked him out a bit. He then stood there awkwardly again not knowing what to say, but then something popped to mine. "Are you..um..okay?" He was referring to him slamming the locker which isn't the typical thing a guy does.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Louis

"You're in my year? Really? Strange- but, I suppose you are rather quiet, so I might've just not noticed you, eh?" Even as he chatters on, it begins to dawn on Louis that the cause of the young man's awkward stance and reluctant responses is probably an aversion to conversation, or interaction in general. Still, this serves to further his resolve to speak to him, for perhaps Ryan might've taken a different path, had it not only been the two of them together, quietly taking every beating and allowing troubles to boil just beneath the surface. At the same time, no one seems to subject Aaron to any ill treatment, from what he had seen, but that is likely due to his relation to the head cheerleader and hottest girl in school, one Amanda Stone. Vaguely, he wonders who it is that Aaron is texting at this moment, a slight flash of frustration across the red-haired boy's face prompting this nosy curiosity. He doesn't respond to Aaron's inquiry about his current state of being, only smiles and shakes his hand loosely to represent it having been just a rather goofy, impulsive motion.

"But I guess that means we may have the same class next, no? What science are you taking? Physics? I'm taking physics. You look like a physics sort- or an Ecology kind of guy, maybe? Well, they are all in the same hallway, aren't they? Come on- want to walk together, then?" Louis continues to prattle, glancing over once towards the other people in the hallway, more to see who is there than anything else. He recognizes the nerdy Elisa, the flirtatious Beck, the attractive but vicious Marjorie, the queen Amanda, the Hockey player Teagan, the bubbly Beth, and then. . .well, two people he doesn't know. They must be new. I know most everyone, by face at least, he thinks, not arrogantly but honestly, at noticing the two he doesn't know. Their appearances are close enough to mark familial relations, certainly. He wonders if either of them will be in a class of his, but smiles back at Aaron once more.


Marjorie
As Amanda responds that she is taking Spanish, Marjorie shakes her head in some amount of disappointment, for this means that the pair will not be in the same first class. "I'm in French IV," she responds regretfully, or so her tone of voice seems to lead on as she makes that slight pouting face that is meant to be seen as somewhat falsified, if only for a bit of exaggeration of her somewhat neutral opinions on this discrepancy of classes. The young woman runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back so that the hair layers to favor one side. It does little to ruffle the hair, really, for she has styled it so methodically that it simply falls back into place, or at least into a neatness, when she has completed the stray action. Noticing that Amanda looks down at her phone and types something out, Marjorie can guess that Charlotte's text had been sent to them. The three basically make up the top three popular girls of the school, being cheerleaders, beautiful, and generally vicious enough to keep others in line. Honestly, Marjorie would have probably made a rather good drill sergeant, were that something that she would ever desire to pursue, due to her perfect organization and ability to insult with little to no hesitation. Of course, that isn't exactly the type of career that the young woman would ever honestly desire.

As 'Raccoon' passes by, Marjorie can catch the murmuring of the word 'bitch' under her breath, something which only serves to make her eyebrows rise with slight amusement at the lack of imagination used in the insult. "A pleasure as usual, Beany," she responds with sarcastic pleasantness, although her eyes have since returned back to Amanda. Still, the intended recipient of the retort is quite clear to anyone within hearing distance of her, and that is perfectly fine for Marjorie at the moment- she'll have an entire year to release any stress on people like that irritating Sabine.

"Should we wait for Charlotte?"

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Elisa Grace


Elisa wasn't use to physical contact, she never had been; not even before her life took a pathetic twist down the drain. Her family had never been one to hug or kiss or pat on the back, they simply were people that lived together in one God awfully large home. It was cold and unfeeling. Needless to say, she hadn't quite gotten use to Beck's sudden hug attacks. Being as tiny as she was, she could almost feel the wind being knocked out of her at the sheer force of his friendly embrace. "Good to see you too." She greeted in a quiet tone, hesitantly hugging him back. "And I'm okay. It's just...a day." Saying it was strange, bad, or good would have only caused a string of questions; and Elisa hated answering questions about her life. She would rather listen than be heard.

She noticed as Sabine had walked away, and wondered if it was something she had done. Maybe the girl simply didn't like Elisa? She kept wondering off without so much as a good bye, but Elisa shrugged it off. There wasn't anything she could do, and she wasn't one to force relationships with people. Either they happened or they didn't, and Elisa wasn't never one to initiate a friendship. As unsocial, nerdy, and shy as she was - friend making didn't happen often. With Beck, it had been different. Their friendship had developed rather naturally and almost surprisingly. He was a flirty, social butterfly...Elisa preferred Physics and video games over people. She assumed he would have gravitated towards more socially ambitious and beautiful types, like Marjorie, Charlotte, and Amanda. In fact, she assumed it was a mystery to them as well why such a flirty boy would be hanging around a reject like Elisa. But she liked having one person to call a friend, and his positive attitude always put a tiny smile on her face, so she didn't question it.

"What's your first class, B?" She asked, looking up at him with her green eyes.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Beck Hades


"Yeah, nothing new though, been dealing with their torment for awhile now..."


His eyebrows lowered over his hazel irises. One thing Beck could not stand was bullies; he knew that some people were just too polite and mousey to turn round and speak their minds. He had experienced a whole group of people picking at him before and knew how over powered he felt, but he always had his Shards there for him. Who did Sabine have? She didn’t seem to have anyone. "Don't let them get to you, they are just jealous of you and that actually have a sense of individuality." He dared a glance at Amanda, who seemed to be also viewing viewing him. As they locked eyes a smirk rose upon his lips as he explained to Sabine. Though he had to admit, they were extremely sexy and beautiful girls, however a bad personality lowered their charisma levels greatly. Also they lacked hobbies, and hobbies were something that Beck found very nteresting though he had never had time to find his own skill. "I am glad you’re not a clone of them..." As quickly as she arrived the raven haired girl left, and Beck bid her farewell with a light wave of her hand. "Cya Missy!"

The blonde youth smiled as her frail arms accepted his sudden embrace. Her touch so gentle and meek, the complete contrast of himself. Beck kind of felt like he was holding a tiny little girl rather than someone of his own age. For some reason his heart sank a little every time he felt her pressed up against him, but so far the penny had not quite dropped. She just didn’t seem perfectly healthy to him, and being honest he felt he was lieing to himself every time his voice stated that she was "Ok".

"What's your first class, B?"


Beck blinked at her as the question was asked, a comical but thought filled expression upon his handsome face. "Erm...You are not meant to ask me difficult questions..." The blonde pulled his time table from his back pocket, lightly stroking his phone wondering if such a response from the secret emerald stalker was to meet him agains soon. Becks eyes scanned the sheet half heartedly reading...

"Spanish...Fuck my life..."