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Max Henderson

"Oh, fuck off. I can't be bothered to say it any more eloquently."

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a character in “The Arcana Academy”, as played by Imagine That!

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Full Name: Maximilian Joshua Henderson
Nicknames: Max. Just Max.
Age: 21
Birthdate: January 2nd.
Home Town: Washington DC, Washington.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.

School: Arcana Academy - I'm having to work as the temporary English teacher and the guidance counselor. What a stupid job for someone like me!
Power: I'm an Empath. Meaning, I can sense the emotions of people around me; a great pain in the ass if you ask me. I can't turn off my power, I can always feel the pain, and anger, and sadness of all the people I'm near, and I hate it. I am able to stop these feelings from intruding into my mind when I have some form of alcohol in my body, even if it's just one beer, although, it doesn't drown it out completely; that's why when you see me, I'm usually intoxicated. I don't need to explain my power any more, it's quite simple.
Likes: ♦ Alcohol - any sort. As long as it's strong ♦ Sex, and lots of it ♦ flirtatious women ♦ loud music and partying ♦ English, surprisingly - I love getting lost in the world of a book ♦ days in boxers ♦ travelling - I want to go to so many places in the world ♦ people with no emotions, my god I love them. ♦ swimming ♦ watching history documentaries.
Dislikes: ♦ Emotional people - stay the fuck away from me ♦ people who think they are "special" ♦ trains ♦ seeing people littering ♦ most fruit and vegetables ♦ short time periods ♦ cats ♦ anything that feel slimy ♦ clingy women ♦ mint ♦ high pitched noises
Fears: I'm extremely claustrophobic, and I can't stand lifts or escalators - I'll pick the stairs at any time.

Personality: I don't want to write this out, but I suppose I have to, don't I? I honestly couldn't give a shit about anything, and that's the complete truth. I would rather sit alone in my room and drink than try to get involved with any sort of problems that you have. People have said to me that I think with my cock instead of my brain, and that's probably true. I enjoy the company of women more than anyone else, and I like a lot of them. I don't go with a woman just because she is easy; I prefer seducing her, wooing her, charming her, getting her to fall hard before then using her and tossing her to the side - much more fulfilling, don't you agree? I'm extremely flirtatious, and it's difficult for me to stop, once I start - but then again, there's the fun!

When I'm not out searching for my next conquest, I'm not all that confident. I have no confidence, because I'm not sure what I'm feeling is actually... mine? If that makes sense. While I hate emotional people, I'm quite emotional myself, although I do my best to hide it from those who think they know me. No-one knows the real me; It's hard to see through to the real Max - all you really get to see is the cocky, arrogant, and seductive ass that I put out for everyone to see. My arrogance can be quite a problem, and has gotten me into quite a few fights recently. Underneath everything, I'm actually quite a sweet and caring guy; well, at least I was, the last time I opened up to someone. I actually like helping people, like seeing people laugh. But I just can't let that side of me show. I can't. It'll show me up as being weak, and that's one thing that I am not.

I am not weak.

History: I was born on a cold January morning to a young woman, who's name was Marianna, and a unknown father. My mother either didn't want me, or couldn't afford to look after me as she was so young, because she left me at the local orphanage, where I stayed until I wasn't allowed to live there any more. No-one wanted to adopt the young boy who was always holding his head, muttering about feeling things he didn't like. No-one understood me, or understood what I was going through, so I stayed on my own. None of the other orphans came near me; they called me names, pushed me over, poked fun at me - but it never bothered me. I could feel their sadness, how alone they felt, how abandoned they were all feeling about being in such a horrible place.

At the age of eight, I soon realized that my intuition for emotions was more than just that, and I became aware that I had a gift. A gift to know how people were feeling, and how their movements or expressions helped me hone in on who was feeling that specific thing. Once, I tried to help someone. There was girl, a new orphan who was sitting in the corner of our joint bedroom, her expression blank and vacant. I walked over there, trying to act confidently, and I asked her why she was feeling so sad? Why she was feeling scared. And what she said to me has stuck with me for the rest of my life. That girl told me that she was sad because she had been put in a room with me, and she was scared because I was a freak. A freak was what she called me at the age of eight years old, and I've never forgotten that.

At the age of fourteen, I moved out, and traveled with the little money that I had to California. I had heard about schools there for people like me, for people that needed help. However, the school that I had chosen, Noctrem Academy had decided that they weren't going to take me, and since they didn't have a mobile number for me, they hadn't been able to get in contact with me. Why had they not accepted me, seeing as I had the typical bad boy attitude and sexual needs of a common Noctrem student? Because I had an alcohol problem. It had started when I was thirteen; I got into the alcohol cupboard that was reserved for the Matron of the Orphanage, and I had taken a sip of her whiskey. Why? Because I had heard that it solved problems, that it helped people who were feeling bad, and made them feel better.

And the funny thing was, that it did make me feel better. The alcohol stopped me from feeling the emotions of everyone else around me, and all I could feel was my own. I hadn't been able to do that before, ever. So, that was where my problem with alcohol started. Seeing as I wasn't accepted by Noctrem, somehow, Leo got ahold of my story and invited me to come and study at Arcana. There wasn't the party life there that I was looking for to keep up with my alcohol addiction, or my growing attachment to the female form, so I made it my mission to sneak out and join in the Noctrem parties as much as I possibly could. Of course I was found out in the end, but that didn't stop me.

I studied at the school for six years, and I didn't graduate. The only subject that I was able to pass was English, because it was the only subject that I actually put any effort into. When Mr Steele left, and I still hadn't graduated, Leo made a drastic decision to graduate me anyway with just my English qualifications, and put me as the temporary English teacher at the school. He also put me as the guidance counselor - probably to give me a little more responsibility in the school. This, I'm not as happy with. I don't want to teach her, but he won't let me go. I'm stuck here.

But I'm going to make it fun whilst I'm here.
Anything else? I'm allergic to shellfish, I'm addicted to alcohol and I have two tattoos; this on my back and this on my wrist.

So begins...

Max Henderson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Amalthea Desolee Roerig Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Amber Nicole Romano Character Portrait: Jessica Coleman Character Portrait: Morgan Janssen Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Katia Hunt Character Portrait: Max Henderson Character Portrait: Esme Charles
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Leo sighed as Katia spoke, mentioning their past to his new girlfriend. He didn't follow Amy out of his office after her snide comment about more P.E teachers, as he couldn't let on to the new teacher that there was more between the two of them than met the eye. "Come on in."




7:48 PM

It had been about three hours, that Leo had been in his office with Katia, going over her papers. Half way through their conversation, a drunken Max had stumbled in, and had been sleeping on the couch in the corner of his office until now. There was music coming from outside, the party obviously. He wasn't going to stop the party; he knew his students needed some sort of release every now and again, and he felt even better knowing that the party was being held by one of his own, Jackson Murphy. If the party had been held by one of the Noctrem students, he would have been a little more anxious about his students safety. But, Jackson had always been the one to hold the parties in the school, and he was sure that everything was going to be okay.

Going back to the situation at hand, Katia was all sorted; everything was signed and she was now a fully fledged member of the faculty. He didn't care about any of her past indiscretions; why should she? He wanted her as the dance teacher here as she was an amazing dancer, and she had an amazing personality, fantastic for teaching. "Everything's sorted, Kat." He spoke softly to the brunette woman, a smile on his face. "Welcome to Arcana." Leo was happy that he had been able to help her out, give her a job and a home. Max had left a while ago, sobered up and raring to go out, probably to the party. The male had asked Katia to watch out for him, to keep an eye on him the best that she could, and he knew that she would complete the job to her best ability.

Leo pulled his phone out of his pocket, remembering that he still needed to talk to his beloved, or at least find out where she was after she had stormed out of his office earlier. He quickly tapped in her number and pressed the phone to his ear, hoping and praying that she would pick up.





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Drake had been cruel to her. Well, no. Cruel wasn't the word. He had been evil to her; evil in withholding her pleasure for that long, leaving her hanging until he decided to satisfy her properly. Erin loved being with Drake, but she also hated the way she practically turned to jelly around him. He was her kryptonite, the one male left in the entire school who was able to read her like an open book, and reduce her to the quivering female that she was around him. She was a normal girl around him; weak and submissive. She didn't like the way that Drake made her feel, but she couldn't help but want more of it. Her mind was a cesspool of crazy about him; everything Drake was messed up inside her mind. It was complicated for her, this relationship. More complicated than she wanted it to be.

"Have I ever told you, that you're just hot anyway?" Erin shot back at the male, a grin on her lips as she looked over at him. She couldn't stop herself from laughing when he mentioned about her being taken advantage off. "Baby, please. No-one could take advantage of me. And if you want me to get dressed, you better find my clothes then."




7:48 PM

Erin was still slightly shaky from her tryst with Drake in the woods earlier on that day. She had barely gotten over her intense workout with the handsome male, and it had taken her ten times longer to get ready for the party than it usually would have. It had been a while since things with Drake had been that extreme and intense, and she definitely wasn't complaining. She wondered if it was because of the strangely deep conversation that they had been having that had inspired their second and best time, but she wasn't going to dwell on it. In fact, she had decided not to think about Drake at all tonight. He was beginning to confused the blonde woman more and more, and she just didn't want to ruin what they had, despite her urges to do so.

The girl had quickly tapped back a response to her best friend when she had gotten back to her room, mentioning something like "I'll talk to you later, bad day." She was still a little pissed at the girl for not even realizing the loud argument that she had with Keirol, her ex, outside of the room, but she knew that it was stupid of her to feel that way; Cor was a selfish girl who's first priority was herself, but somehow Erin wanted more from her friend. She had again passed up the thoughts of the female Quellen as she got ready for the party, showering and dressing herself up in this.

Soon, she was downstairs, in the grounds. Erin was impressed, Jackson had done well with the decorations of the party, and it looked beautiful outside. The blonde made her way over to the gazebo which had been donned out in lights, and sat down on one of the arm chairs that had been placed out there. There was a glass of archers and lemonade in her hand, and she got herself comfortable. Now, to wait for a while.





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7:48 PM


Jackson had got everything sorted. After being pushed out of Jess and Morgan's room, and being told Jessica's drink order, the male had gotten back to what he had wanted to do in the first place - sorting out his party. He had gone down to see the Chef again, and this time actually spoken to her about sorting out some sort of buffet for the party; it was filled to the brim with nibbles and bits for everyone to enjoy - crackers and breads, meats of every kind, sausage rolls, salad... she had done well. There was a bar in the main hall, which had the doors completely open so that access was easy, filled with every drink that could be imagined, and a skilled bartender (a friend of his.) The entire grounds had been draped in fairylights and lights put into the grass. It looked beautiful, he had to admit, and he had put a lot of work into everything. The DJ had been set up at the end of the grounds and a dance floor had been set up there as well so that girls in their heels wouldn't moan. He really had thought of everything.

Jack could relax now, standing by the side of the dance floor, sipping a glass of Jack Daniels, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt, smart shoes on his feet. He wasn't sure who he was going to see first, Lulu, Amber, or maybe Jess, but he was ready to speak to all of them, and had Jess and Lu's drinks already ordered with the bartender, so he could just pick them up. He hadn't spoken to anyone else who had come down to the party yet, and he was just surveying; that was what Jackson usually did at parties - watched, until someone forced him to interact with them. He wasn't one for being a socialite, but he did like throwing parties like this. He thought about maybe searching for Esme, to one, find out what she thought about his party, and secondly, what she thought he could do to make the next one even better.

He took a sip of his drink, letting the liquid create a warm sensation in the pit of his stomach. It was nice, refreshing, something he knew and wasn't foreign to him.






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7:48 PM

Max groaned as he rolled over in his bed, and fell onto the floor. The male had barely remembered coming back into his bedroom, after his little escapade in Leo's office. He remembered something about a new teacher being there, and Leo asking her to watch over him was a fuzzy memory in his mind, but that he wasn't sure of. He moaned as he sat up, the cold linoleum floor of his new teachers bedroom cooling down his warm body. He slowly made his way to a standing position, feeling a little woozy from his previous drinking. He didn't usually drink throughout the day, but with the new Noctrem students making their arrival into the school, emotions around the campus had been on an all time high, and had nearly drove the male insane. So, he had turned to the bottle of vodka in his bedroom.

The shower calmed down his aching body, the warm water trickling over his naked skin soothing him. It was one sure way to help him get over a hangover - a warm shower. By the time the handsome young male got out of the shower, he was feeling much better. The hangover headache was almost gone, but the array of emotions around the campus were beginning to get into his mind once more. He could feel a strong sense of anger coursing through him, someone was ready to murder someone close to where he was situated right now. It was over-powering him, and he didn't like it. Max could also feel some sadness coming from someone, someone else was a little scared, and there was someone around feeling rather horny. Mhm, strange mixture of emotions today. His problem was that he couldn't separate their feelings from his own; too many feelings were overpowering his own, and he hadn't been able to work out what he himself was feeling for the last few years.

Max couldn't stay up here with the angry person around, clouding up every one of his senses with rage. He dressed in a black shirt and jeans, the first couple of buttons undone, with converse covered feet. The male had decided to go down to the party; he couldn't turn down a good hootenanny like this, could he? Besides, he might even find someone down there to take his fancy. He didn't care if they were one of his regulars, like Cor, or Esme, or if it was someone that he just decided took his attention that night. There had to be someone there for him. Within moments, the dark haired male had pulled himself out of his bedroom, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes, un-styled, and made his way down to the grounds where the party was behind held. Max found himself sitting at the bar, ordering a straight vodka shot and a mixer of vodka and coke to go with it.

Hey, who could pass up free drinks, right? And apparently, the best way to fully get rid of a hangover? Drink more.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Amalthea Desolee Roerig Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Christopher Russell Character Portrait: Katia Hunt Character Portrait: Max Henderson
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Corentine Quellen

Cor had managed to calm herself quite a bit during the last couple of hours, surprisingly. If she had to be honest, she had no clue how she had managed it, because she had been right there on the edge, about to blow. And then this entire place would most likely be rubbles with everyone buried underneath it right now. But nope, Cor had toned it down. Though… admittedly it had only gotten worse with Sky, because even though the guy used to turn her on so easily, it just hadn’t been working. Or, it had at first, her anger fueling it all, but then, her thoughts had started spinning, her silly mind flashing to Jay. Images of him smiling at her, memories of more loving banter they often shared, his captivating eyes drawing her in every time he looked at her in earnest and told her he loved her. And so, Cor had gotten distracted and upset. Resulting in her leaving a Sky she had gotten pretty riled up. Normally Cor wouldn’t give a shit about that, but it was Sky, and she did sorta feel guilty for leaving him in that situation. No one liked to be worked up and then be left alone. She sure as hell didn’t.

Fortunately she’d apologized to him before leaving, so she only hoped it wouldn’t be a further issue, because she sure as hell wasn’t explaining herself to him. She wasn’t telling anyone about the way Jay took up her heart, her mind and her entire world. Because though she and Sky had a pretty good thing going, Jay was a weakness and one wrong word in the wrong ear… well. Cor didn’t even want to think of what Amber would do with that information. Of course, Jay had obviously spilled the beans to Lulu, and someone else had probably heard the following, pretty loud exchanged. She’d be surprised if not, honestly. So the fact that they had had a thing was almost certainly out there for everyone to see. Nothing she could do about that. In fact, she could only snort at it, finding it a little entertaining. Back at Noctrem, when Jay had wanted to keep them a secret, Cor had not told a soul about them. Not one. Now, here at Arcana, when Cor wanted them kept a secret, he went and decided to tell the most annoying bitch in the freaking building. It’d at least be understandable if the two were actually friends or anything like that, but no. He had chosen Lulu purely piss her off. That much she knew.

So… she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She’d told him the two of them were over; that she was done with him, and she’s meant it. Yep, no second thoughts. None at all. She was completely fine with never kissing him again… never touching him again… never hearing his deep, sexy voice telling her how much he loved her again. She sighed to herself, looking into the mirror. She had locked herself in the bathroom, warning Ashy not to even touch the damn door. That was the only upside to living with that little Arcana blonde; she was easy to control. Cor didn’t have to beat her into submission, or issue a warning every time she wanted the girl to do something. Nope. The girl was frightened enough to not question her even once. Cor’s slender fingers were gripping the sink as she pondered her situation. She was calm, or at least enough to not ruin the mood of the party. Besides, if she wanted to take advantage of Max, she couldn’t exactly go around being a total emotional wrecking ball. Being an empath, she was pretty sure the handsome teacher wouldn’t appreciate it much. Besides, Cor wasn’t usually one to ever show her emotions anyway. They were typically buried under anger or complete, cold indifference.

She had put on this, having decided that she wanted to keep things sexy. Mostly to show Jay exactly what he was missing out on, because it wasn’t like Max needed much encouragement from her. They’d fucked many times before, so he knew how good she was. That was usually enough to keep the guys hanging around. She smiled to herself, but it wasn’t complete; it was an empty, cold smile, void of any real feeling. She had chosen to numb herself, because it was the easiest way for her to deal with her breaking heart. To be perfectly honest she had moments when she had trouble breathing, and when all she could think of was how much she wanted to fix everything with her man. But no. She fought herself and her own weaker side. Because she was better than that. She didn’t go bowing down to anyone. Especially not Jaysin Dennis. So instead, makeup donned, hair curled up beautifully, outfit perfectly fitted, Cor went straight from the bathroom and to the party, not even sparing a maybe present Ashy a glance.

Once there, Cor didn’t spare the place a glance. Her eyes were fixed on the bar, feeling her need for alcohol skyrocketing. Now she understood why people drowned their sorrows, because that was exactly what she intended to do. And luck had it, Max was there. Promising party already. Cor’s heals clicked musically as she made her way over to the bar, sliding into the seat next to Max. She leaned in over the bar counter, giving the bartender a look. “Five shots of whatever you’ve got that going to knock me off my feet.” She said smoothly, before turning her eyes onto Max, flashing him a wry yet flirty smile. “You look like someone who could use my kind of company,” she teased, crossing her legs purposefully to bare more of her thighs as she turned her entire body towards him by spinning on the bar stool. Hearing her drinks be placed in front of her, Cor took one in each hand downing them straight after each other before placing the small glasses back onto the counter.




Miss Amy Roerig

Amy hadn’t wanted to tell Chris about everything that was going on. She really didn’t want to start putting all her troubles on his shoulders already. She just needed to be around someone who didn’t look at her like she was made of porcelain , someone who didn’t know anything about her issues, and someone who, like Chris, was going to make her feel better with his presence alone. Ad it would’ve been great if she hadn’t noticed the bloody clothes by Chris’s bed, and the way he seemed uncomfortable in his own skin. Amy, being the woman she was, had taken charge, also giving herself a moment to breathe and figure out what she could and couldn’t tell Chris. In the end she’d healed him, but though it would’ve been easy as nothing before, it had left her completely tapped out, so before Chris had had the chance to question her further about her state of mind, she’d fallen asleep, curled up in the grand armchair resembling the one she had in her own room.

Healing Chris had demanded she be close to him, as physically close as they’d been when they had both been students. As his skin had been so damaged, Amy had had to ask him to take off his hoody and t-shirt, so that she could put her hands flat on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. It was strange, especially since she had Leo now. More so because she knew the immortal male wouldn’t have been too happy about it. Never the less, Chris had needed healing and it was easier for her to do if she had a proper area of skin contact close to the heart. If she had tried to heal him from only his arms, for instance, she would have probably fainted right then and there. She knew it was the baby eating up her power supply. She only hoped nothing bad would happen to it now that she was all tapped out. In fact, her falling asleep had been so rapid, she hadn’t even had the time to ask him what… or who… had maimed him so badly. Part of her already knew the answer though, and it worried her. If Corentine was targeting teachers now, what was next?

Currently, Amy was still in the chair, breathing still slow and deep, eyes still closed. For all intents and purposes, Amy looked asleep. Because she was fairly certain she wouldn’t be able to answer Chris’ answers honestly and not break her promise to Leo, she was pretending her very best. Besides, just relaxing felt good. She could tell that she had started to charge back up during her nap, but she had no idea how long she’d been gone – probably a couple of hours. She still felt weak and tired, and sort of sick still, but this time she knew it wasn’t the baby. It was the thought of Leo with Katia. She just couldn’t get the pictures out of her head. It was completely messing with her, making her world spin. In one day, she felt like the bliss the two has shared for the past week was coming to an end. So many problems were crowding the two right now. First the Noctrem students moving in, then his treatment of Chris, followed by her finding out she was pregnant, and the big finale? Katia entering the picture.

Amy’s eyes fluttered open as she sighed to herself, still not sure what to tell Chris. But then, she had other things to talk to him about. That could always push off the more private things on her mind. Chris needed a whole bowl of information and she had just been sleeping the time away. Just as her eyes focused enough for her to look for Chris, she heard the unmistakable sound of her phone ringing. Sliding it out of her jeans pocket quietly, Amy cast a short look at the display, noticing both time of day and caller. Leo. She took a deep breath, already knowing why he was calling. But why had it taken him 3 hours? That was quite a while by her estimate. She pressed the receive button and brought the cell up to her ear. “Hey,” was all she said, but even that little word sounded sleepy and weak. Great, Amy. Really. She didn’t know what else to say to him. She was still pretty upset with their whole situation, but in Chris’ room, what she could say was pretty limited.

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Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Killian Camerson Jackson Character Portrait: Max Henderson Character Portrait: Emery Clifton
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The feeling of disappointment was so normal for Jay lately that he rarely realized it was present until he saw himself in the mirror. The frown that accompanied the feeling was so strained that it made him look ten years older. He had needed to be alone, so he was lucky enough that he knew which rooms weren’t occupied by students. He found himself in a spare dorm with nothing but bare walls and wooden floors. With nothing to keep his mind off things, he found himself washing off his face over and over again. He wanted to wash the disgust and anger that had built up inside him early completely away, so it wouldn’t boil over and ruin a good night. He looked at his watch, realizing he should probably get a move on with things, but couldn’t imagine walking in on Cor fucking Sky. Just like that his hand was covered in blood by the contact it had made with the mirror, small pieces of glass shattered in the sink. With a tight clenched jaw, he swept off his shirt to wrap up his hand. The blood was barely soaking through, so he thought a little alcohol would fix the pain. The only problem though was who to go to because he had turned his back on Killian weeks ago, so he couldn’t imagine him letting Jay into his alcohol supply while the girl Killian despised fucked Jay’s roommate.

The idea was still worth it to Jay as he knocked on Killian’s door, revealing his old friend that didn’t looked surprised at all to see him. “Look what the fucking cat dragged in.” Killian’s voice was harsh as it was layered with humor over the fact that Jay looked pitiful with his shirt-bandaged hand. It didn’t take too long for Killian to push open the door further for Jay to step inside. With that gesture, Jay knew he hadn’t completely lost his friend. “I’m guessing you and Cor are doing wonderful. Tell the bitch I still hope she rots.” Jay shook his head as he sat at the desk chair that quickly gave him the flashback of only a few hours earlier. “We aren’t together anymore, Killian. You were right the entire time, so please spare me the bullshit of rubbing it in my face that I was wrong because I honestly can’t take the shit. Okay?” Hands flying in the air, Killian took on the offensive pose while his smirk was so evident that Jay almost wanted to punch him. ”Jay, I was right. That’s all I’m going to say. Now drink.” With an arm outreached, Killian handed Jay a full bottle of Macallan Lalique, the most expensive whiskey on the market. ”Please don’t waste the stuff. I’ve saved it for a very special occasion, and I think this just might be it. Now get out before I take it back.” With that Jay quickly gathered himself and the bottle, he had stepped outside a foot when the door slammed behind him.

By this point, Jay had already downed half the bottle, so he was surprised he even made it to his room in one piece. He wasn’t exactly drunk, but his mind wasn’t where his body was. Swinging the door open, he didn’t even bother looking for Cor or Sky. He just went straight for his closet, stripping down to nothing. He walked to the bathroom, turning on the water as hot as possible until stepping underneath the shower. “FUCK.” He yelled as his body accepted the scorching hot water. The alcohol was already dying down, but he knew there was still another half a bottle on the counter with his name on it. Dressed and out of the room, Jay found himself making a straight shot for the party. His mind was already very clear, so it was very simple for him to find the party. Once outside at the source of the music and laughter, he quickly spotted Cor at the bar with Max. He gripped the whiskey bottle in hand, but found that it wasn’t worth the commotion. “Fucking whore.” He said to himself aloud as he made his way around the party until he spotted Erin. He hadn’t even reached the girl when his words started spilling out. “Do you realize how big of a fucking whore your friend is?” He said as he pointed across the courtyard. “She doesn’t even know what she’s fucking got.”

Jay twisted the top off the whiskey, plopping down across the gazebo from Erin. “She is breaking me.” He said mostly to himself as he started downing the rest of the whiskey in one breath. “Wait, cor-“ His words were barely slurring, but a sign that he should slow down before he got out of control and started to rage. “Correction, Erin. She already broke me, so please..” He shook his head towards the blonde. “Thank her for me.” He gave a little toast to Erin as he exited the gazebo before the girl even said a word, at least a word that he acknowledged. He looked down at the bottle, seeing that it was almost empty. He stopped in the middle of the courtyard debating on going without whiskey or replacing it with another. The last of which would make him be near Cor. Tapping his foot as if the decision was the hardest in his life, he tossed the whiskey bottle away from him feeling the sharp pain from his hand. Oh shit, the cut. Jay’s mind had already pushed back the fact that he had cut his hand up pretty bad, so he knew he should probably fix that before the night was out. With his thoughts in motion, his body had made its way to the far end of the bar as far away from Cor as possible. “I need a bottle of your strongest whiskey, please.” He laid out five individual hundred dollar bills, sliding them towards the bartender. “Oh, and please. Give a message to the blonde.” He wrote it down on a napkin before reading over it to make sure his drunkenness hadn’t got in the way of his grammar. ’Game on, love. Game on.’ “Perfect, and give Max this. Tossing over a condom to the bartender, he laughed, “Wouldn’t want the whore to get to him, too.”

Out of control with his anger, Jay made a quick escape to a bench furthest away from the bar, so he didn’t have to stare at Cor all night. He found himself already wanting to leave with barely anybody at the party. This was starting to turn into the worst night ever with him giving a chance for potentials to show up.






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Why the fuck am I being so god-damned generous today? Killian scribbled into his journal seconds after Jay had left the room. He had willingly given Jay his most expensive whiskey just to get the bastard out of his room. He must admit that he had forgiven Jay days after he lashed out at him for calling Cor the worst mistake that he could make. Of course, Jay would defend the bitch in front of her, but if they had of been alone things would have played out much differently. Probably like this.

”’Jay, seriously. She is the worst mistake that you’re making right now.’ Jay shakes his head in shame at the realization that I am fucking right then we hug. Cor rots in hell with the rest of her little playmates, and myself and Jay are free to live out lives!”

In reality, Killian knew that Jay would always choose Cor still, so his imaginary situation was all for shits-and-giggles. He had went over their fight so many times at this point that he didn’t even give a fuck anymore if Jay was with Cor or not. He just wanted the old Jay back that didn’t bend over backwards for some girl that didn’t give two shits about him. Of course Cor would claim that she did, but everybody on campus, as much as Cor would like to deny, had an idea that she was toying with Jay along with her other fuckers. Killian was the one-and-only that tried to tell Jay about the nonsense that Jay and Cor’s relationship stood for. There was nothing keeping Jay around because there was never going to be any commitment in the eyes of Killian.

Finishing with his journal, he tossed it across the room in frustration as he noticed that he’d be receiving a new roommate. Shaking his head in delight, he hoped that he would at least get somebody that he could get along with because the last one just wasn’t that great. In reality, he couldn’t even remember the name of his last roommate, so he hoped that this one would be more memorable. Glancing up at the wall clock, he found that he was already running later than he had initially planned to be running. Of course he didn’t want to show up right on time, but he wanted to be one of the first faces people saw when entering the party. Not that he cared that people saw him, but he was spreading his wings to a different type of friend base lately. He needed new friends that actually appreciated his advice rather than throwing it back into his face.

With a quick change into some warmer clothes, Killian’s outfit deemed fit for the look he was going for, which was lonely bastard who wanted to have a good time. He laughed at his self-stab, as he locked the door behind him. He had seemed to be getting funnier and funnier since Jay left, which seemed to be worth the loss to him. Humor in turn for a shitty friend, it did seem rather fair to get something good from the loss of something bad. Making his way into the courtyard, it took him no time to scout out the location of everybody present. Cor was of course living up to her expectations in Killian’s mind, as she wore the sluttiest dress while flirting with the horniest teacher. It was no offense to Max, but he wished the man had better taste. Jay was sulking into nothing in the shadows, while Erin seemed to be visiting another world while in the gazebo. He thought about approaching the girl, but he lost drive as a new girl caught his eye. She sat at a table by herself, so he knew that she was an easier target to talk to.

Seconds away from approaching her, the idea of liquor took over. Approaching the bar, he motioned the bartender over. “I’ll have a bottle of whatever that gentleman got.” He said as he pointed across the way to Jay. Reluctant to move, Killian placed money onto the bar just like Jay had done to receive the bottle. “Now go get me what the man got.” Being handed another bottle of whiskey, Killian was excited to see the show Jay would perform tonight, so he took his place at the opposite side of Jay. It gave him the perfect visual of Jay, so this night would be very interesting.





Emery Clifton


“Of course, I would arrive late.” Emery said as she grabbed her stuff from the cab, thanking the cab driver before paying him fully. She had tried to get here early enough that she could meet the principal, but with her luck she made it her late. With bags in hand, the blonde made her way through the campus until she found herself in the middle of a courtyard with several people. By the look of things, it seemed that many of the students were throwing a party, but this was something that she would definitely be avoiding on her first night at Arcana. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if tomorrow morning she woke up with the worst hangover to meet the principal in a haze. She smiled at the thought, but knew she would never allow herself to do that. Quickly making her exit, she followed the map that she had received a week earlier from the school. The folder had contained everything she would need from room number, room key, school map, class schedule, and teacher information. She knew it was always a possibility to find the principal tonight, but that would seem so unorthodox.

Turning the key into her dorm door, Emery found that she was alone to unpack. The relief was more pleasant than she had expected due to being in a cab with a driver that had a lot of issues; most of which were with his infidelity to his wife with his wife’s sister. She shook her head as she tossed her bags onto the bed furthest from the door. She didn’t like the idea of somebody easily coming in on top of her, so the space away from the door made her feel more secure. Seeing an extra bed in the room, she wondered if she had or would be getting a roommate soon upon her arrival, but she prayed for neither. She would much rather have this room to herself than having to share it with a complete stranger. The thought of being so close to somebody made her tense at the realization that she would be even closer to students in her classes. Head already being buried into her palms, she took a deep breath, knowing that soon she would be able to control her power for more than just thirty seconds. Thirty minutes would be ideal for her because so much can be done in thirty minutes. She cleared her mind of the thoughts of all the things that could be done in thirty minutes because she had made herself stop thinking about the desires that her body wanted so often. She would easily admit that she had never been intimate with a guy ever, so the thoughts always made her flush.

Room organized the way she wanted it to be, Emery found that it had only taken her thirty minutes to do so. She laughed at the irony of her early thoughts combining with the present. The party. The idea seemed so irrational, but what else was she going to do. She would have to eventually meet her classmates, so tonight would be better than a classroom environment. She couldn’t show that she was afraid of others because she technically wasn’t afraid of others. She was just afraid of what their past might hold. Finally fighting her inner demons, Emery quickly changed into something more suitable for the party. The outfit was perfect to Emery, so it took her no time to make her way down to the courtyard where more students had seemed to fill in. She wasn’t a drinker usually, but the occasion called for it since her insides were on fire by the anxiety she was starting to fill. With a deep breath, she grabbed a drink from the bartender and headed to a private table to sit. She knew that at this point she knew nobody, but hoped that she would at least know a few people by the end of things tonight.

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It seemed to take forever to Jay to leave and for the dust to settle. Things still rattled and papers and clothes were flung by stray gusts until Cor was completely removed from the room. When they both had departed Lulu found herself covered in a hundred shards of splintered wood, clinging to her bedside lamp and looking over a Alli’s formerly pristine side of the bedroom. “She’s going to hate me,” she thought unhappily, before setting the light back on her nightstand and getting to cleaning.

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She was dressed and it wasn’t her choice of clothing. She was wearing, of all things, something Drake had wanted. A short layered graded gray skirt. The ruffles were so out of character for her. She was more often in jeans and rarely revealed her legs. For a top she wore a basic black v neck t-shirt. The bra he had chosen was something she’d bought so long ago when she’d needed it. The push up black lace fabric had her visible at the neckline of the shirt, something she wasn’t necessarily comfortable with. But he said she looked sexy when he’d helped her into the outfit. The underwear was a surprise. He'd tossed it at her as a joke and when he'd left she hadn't originally been wearing it. Now that she was, she wondered if he would be surprised. He’d shown up and scared her shitless as she tried to salvage the bedroom. It was merely payback really.

With soup and teases to spare, she’d asked him to help her change her clothes. She was angry with Cor and up and moving but exhaustion remained and made her so tired that it was hard to even lift her arms. His response was to simply take her shirt off while asking. Lulu had rolled herself in the sheets before demanding he choose and hand her something to wear – preferably not laced with wood splinters. She’d kicked him out later to get her a bottle of vintage rum so that she could at least do her make-up and think twice about what she was doing. She had left her hair straight and chosen a silver necklace in his absence, and of course donned his choice of bra and lace underwear. With her face freshened up and another half hour of sleep under her belt, she looked visibly better. About 100x better than that morning, that much was certain.

Lulu found herself in front of the mirror, contemplating whether she should go to Jackson's party at all. She saw her outward confidence as she turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder at the way her clothes hugged her figure. She was worried about the statement her outfit made and terrified of who would see her in it. Jackson was never one to not invite a person which likely meant that Cor and Jay would be there, as would Erin and Jade and all the other people who loved to make her life hard. They would either taunt her or others and she didn’t know if she could back down again. She felt like a coward for letting Cor win. She didn’t like to be cowed. She didn’t like how her words lingered in her mind, making her look at Drake with apprehension. Did he want a quick fuck out of her to add her to his list of conquests? She was so scared of what he made her feel. Whenever he was in front of her, all the doubts disappeared and they could tease each other and bicker like an old married couple. Just like all those nights in Noctrem. Nothing felt different. In fact, she’d so quickly lost track of time when he’d been in her room again. And it didn’t matter that she’d spent so long in a cold shower nearly freezing herself as she mulled over him leaving her for Erin. He had come back. That did say something didn’t it?

Lulu didn’t like that she was consumed with this issue. It seemed trivial to be so worried about what she felt about Drake or whether to act on it. Yet it was like she was drowning in it and couldn’t avoid it. There was a party to go to now. And she’d told Drake she would be there after he bugged her about it. She still didn’t want to go, even though Jackson was hosting. There was so much that could happen.

But her salvation was there in the form of a bottle of aged rum. She wanted a stiff drink, something that would burn on the way down and cloud her mind from reality. If only for a night. Jack had promised her a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Drake was bringing her her requested vintage. She would be drunk and blissfully unaware of all the shit that was happening and had happened. And god she would finally sleep. Alcohol could do that for her. And, thankfully, she was a quiet drunk. It sounded worthwhile, if only to take the edge off.

So she slipped out of her room, locking it behind her. She’d left a note for Alli on her bed in case the girl came back. It was simplistic, apologizing for having not formally met her yet and for the residual mess. She explained that Corentine had come looking for Jay and grown angry, so much so that her wind based powers had gotten out of control. She was supremely sorry if anything was damaged and offered to pay for anything that was. She hoped to meet her at the party later and she said so at the bottom before signing her name as she always did.

A second letter was in her hand and it didn’t take long to deliver. She slid it under a door not far from hers, knowing that it was Jay’s suite. She felt like she needed to explain why she’d backed down earlier. She had seen his disappointment when she’d stayed put on the bed. On any normal day she would stand up to Cor but earlier she had smelt blood. Not wanting to risk her head, she’d let them go. But that didn’t mean she was against getting to know him. Their momentary conversation was enough to let her know that something else was there. He had come to see Cor for what she really was and all he wanted was someone loyal to him. She wasn’t sure if she could be his lover, but she still wanted to get to know him better. And his comments weren’t leaving her either. All she could think about was how he’d told her so firmly that she deserved better.

As she left the dormitory wing of the building, she sent Jackson a text:

To: Jack xo
I am en route to the food portion of your soiree. Hope you have that bottle of JD for me. And don’t comment on what I’m wearing. Your new roommate chose it and I didn’t have the strength to argue.

From: Lu xxoo

When she arrived at the gazebo, things seemed low key. Music was playing and the food smelt delicious. Lulu scanned the crowds of students starting to mill around, searching for her best friend, or Drake for that matter. Instead her eyes landed on Jaysin who was standing at the bar. His posture made her eyebrows knit in worry. She could see that he was intoxicated Lulu watched him toss something to the bartender as she stood beside a table of cheese and crackers. Part of her wished that she could walk over there, talk to him and try to carry him off to his room. He was making a show of himself and she didn’t know what to think. But Cor was ever present, on the other of the bar and seated beside a man Lulu didn’t much care for: Max Henderson. Lulu took a toothpick with a square of gouda on it, bringing it between her lips and only nibbling on the end in wait. It was almost like watching a train wreck waiting to happen.


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Katia had arrived early. As a chaperone she felt obligated to watch the students who arrived carefully. She was young enough to know that most people pre-drank before they arrived at a party that wasn’t their own. While most students weren’t of legal American drinking age, she wasn’t one to come down on them for doing so. As a native Italian, she had been drinking wine since she was six and having dinner. If consumed responsibly, she had no issue. It was when the puking started and the brawls happened that she was concerned. And so she watched, calculating in her head what they were consuming and how quickly the blood alcohol content of students was given to rise. She had waited enough tables and made enough drinks to know all this. It was second nature to her.

The brunette was seated offside, still dressed in her clothes from that afternoon. Reclining in a chair, she held a wide rimmed wine glass in her hand and sipped from a merlot casually, pausing to swirl it every so often. Leo had slipped from her mind. He’d told her to be there, to watch the kids as he was going to stay in the office and work out some kinks with the roommate pairings and class schedules. She also had specific instructions to watch Max. While she had stormed out of his office angrily – this had been exactly what she’d feared, additional conditions to her employment – she was almost amused by the man. He’d been piss drunk when he’d stumbled into the office earlier. And now that he was almost sober he was getting drunk again. His choice of liquor dismayed her. Vodka. It made her cluck her dissatisfaction already. He definitely still acted the part of a teenager. And it was almost funny to watch.

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Leo's heart started to beat faster, and his palms started to get a little sweaty with every ring that went past, and Amy didn't pick up with. He wondered where she was, if she was okay, was.... everything else okay? Now that there was... a child, his child involved, everything started to seem to panic the male a little more. Was this the sort of person that he was going to be, now that there was a life inside his girlfriend's stomach? Worrying at her every movement, panicking when she didn't pick up the phone, thinking the worst to have happened. He was worried, scared, that this was the new Leo, the new person he was going to be. So much responsibility and pressure had fallen onto his shoulders within a few hours, and he was scared. Leonardo Marinos, the immortal Spartan Warrior, was scared.

The immortal male literally felt his heart leap with joy when he heard Amy's voice on the end of his phone, and verbally let out a sigh of relief, letting go of the breath that he hadn't realized that he was holding. Something about his beloved girlfriends voice was different however; she sounded, tired, or weak, or both. Again, the male felt his heart start to race, and he had to take in another deep breath before he spoke, giving him that few more seconds to put on a facade of voice that didn't show through his worry. "Hey." He repeated, wondering what else to say to the woman. Their last meeting had been a little short and brief, and in that time period, she had revealed to him that she was expecting, and Katia had arrived, seriously pissing her off before her leaving. He had made an error there too in not following her, but he hadn't been able to leave Katia alone. Leo wasn't sure what he was supposed to say to her, or how he could make any of this right again - because it wasn't right. There was an unspoken air of tension between the two of them, even down the phone he was able to detect it. He just didn't want it to last long.

"Amy..." Leo sighed, biting down on his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his that he rarely exhibited. "I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, and I'm sorry about Katia. I'm sorry about everything, but I'd really like to see you in person to talk to you about it - where are you, honey?"






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Erin had failed. She hadn't been able to keep the handsome face of Drakethrean Quellen out of her mind for long, and soon, her drinks weren't lasting as long as her first one had. One. Two. Three. Four. The fifth was in her hand now, and it was too going down readily. The blonde girl knew that she was going to have to move onto something stronger soon, something that wasn't so feminine, and something that would get her very drunk, very quickly. She didn't like the feeling of being tipsy and woozy, which was how the Archers in her hand was making her feel. No, whiskey was in order. Or something along those lines. The girl readily finished her fifth mixer through the straw and put the glass down on the table, sighing. She went to move, to stand up and make her way to the bar, but her head instantly started to swim the second that she pushed herself to a standing position.

So, she flopped back down again, deciding to take a couple of minutes to let her head settle down, before moving to the bar again, to get her stronger drink. However, before Erin could make her move, someone came over to her; the first person to enter the vicinity of the gazebo since she had sat down there - most people didn't interact with her, unless they knew her well, and that was for three reasons - one, they knew she was a friend of Corentine Quellen, two, they knew about her power, or three, they had heard about her reputation as a whorish bitch. Either way, she didn't mind - the alone time was peaceful. But that peacefulness was soon trashed by the drunken movements of a male, tall, dark and handsome. She was surprised by his voice hitting her ears from afar. Her head snapped up as Jay crashed down onto the couch next to her, downing the rest of the expensive looking bottle that he was drinking all in what seemed to be one breath. Erin could see that he was obviously drunker than her and was lashing out at Cor.

Before the blonde could say anything to male however, he was soon gone. She hadn't had time to defend her friend, or even bitch about her friend, before Jay had left her alone, walking away and getting himself another bottle of whatever he had been drinking, or similar, at the bar. She frowned at the scene unfolding in front of her, and combined it with her confusion at the situation at what had happened. Apparently, Jay and Cor were no more. Why hadn't Cor told her? Why was her best friend sitting at the bar with Max, practically a stranger other than in bedroom, and wasn't sitting there with her, talking about it? She hadn't even replied to her previous text, anyway - about the bad day! Cor was growing higher and higher with every passing moment in Erin's bad books, and she huffed as she pushed herself up once more into a standing position. The girl moved, her heels clicking on the floor, making her way over to the table where the intoxicated male had seated himself.

She passed the bar where he friend was seated, without a word to the other blonde, and soon, she was standing to the side of Jay, her hand on her hip. She watched how Addison came over and touched the back of his neck, smirking at the girl's bravery. If Cor had seen that... well, the girl wouldn't have had those two slinky legs to stand on any more. She stopped for a brief outfit adjustment, pulling her dress down cover more of her modesty, as her dress barely reached the underneath of her bum. Then, she moved and sat down on the other side of Jay, completely ignoring Addison and her flirtatious movements towards the male. Without a word, she casually took the bottle of whiskey out of his hand and took a swig for herself, before replacing it. "She's pissed me off too, today. And seeing her sitting there, doing.... that... instead of talking to me," she paused for a moment, before looking over at the male, "so tonight, I am on your side. It'll get me killed, but why should I give a flying fuck." Erin's confidence could have been seen as stupidity by anyone that knew how Corentine Quellen would react to her best friend sitting with her ex-boyfriend and current enemy, but the blonde just didn't give a fuck. Besides, the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through her system would make her feel better about this betrayal.





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Taking things slowly, Jackson was only on his second drink of the night, sipping away in his position, perusing everything around him. He was watching his party, which was now full in swing. The music was playing, loud enough to be heard by everyone, but not loud enough to deafen those standing closer to the speakers, people were picking at the buffet food and seemed to be enjoying it, and the bartender seemed to be incredibly busy, not being able to stop for a moment as the amount of orders were flooding in. He could see that people were getting drunk quite quickly, but that wasn't any of his concern. He knew that Mr. Marinos wouldn't be angry at him for hosting such a party, and would be angry, rather, at those who were stupid enough to drink away their troubles and not turn up for classes the next day.

He hadn't really seen anyone that he was close to yet as he looked around; no sign of Lu, Amber, or even Jess - someone he wasn't all that familiar with, but was quite excited to see tonight at his party. Why? He wasn't really sure? Maybe it was the way that she had acted earlier, and it had intruged him? That was his best guess, anyway - Jackson was rather attracted to people that he had to figure out, people who interested him. It was a rather similar situation with Amber. However, it was the complete opposite with Lulu. She was the one person in the entire world who knew him better than anyone, and who he knew better than she did herself; there was no way to describe his relationship with her, other than he was attracted to her because of her amazing personality, her stunning looks, and the way that he didn't have to explain anything to her - she just knew.

Speaking of the devil, Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket with his spare hand when he felt it vibrate, and his lips instantly changed into a smile when he saw who had text him. He made his way over to the bar once he had placed his phone back into his pocket, and grabbed a bottle of JD from the bartender, his pre-order, and left his other drink. He instantly spotted his gorgeous blonde friend by the bar with a cocktail stick with cheese on the end in her hand, and made his way over to her. The tall Irish man made his way around the back of her however, disappearing into the crowd before he could be spotted at the bar. When he was behind her, he gently placed a hand over her eyes, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Guess who?" He spoke with his thick Irish drawl, the bottle of Jack Daniels pressed into his back, hiding it. "Drake has good taste, by the way. You look beautiful tonight."





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Max hadn't interacted with any of the students who had come up the bar; none of them had sparked his interest, none of the women enough to rouse him from his position, crouched over his glass of vodka. He had felt that there were eyes on him somewhere, someone watching him, but he didn't pay too much attention to the notion - usually, there was someone watching him, especially at events like this. Leo was the sort of person who would send someone out to watch over him, to make sure that he was being sensible, and acting all "professional." Ha. No-one had ever stopped him from acting like this, and now that he was on a level closer to that stature of Mr. Leonardo, he still wasn't going to be controlled. Besides, the alcohol was calming him down anyway, dulling the horrible concoction of emotions that were building inside his mind.

The brunette male didn't have a preferred drink - anything strong and alcoholic was his main preference. Spirits, mainly, and tonight, he had decided on some vodka. This morning, it had been whiskey. Ah, the drink of men. Suddenly, the male was snapped out of his little reverie about alcohol, and into his personal space (which included the two seats either side of him), slid Corentine Quellen, one of the naughtiest little bitches Max had ever had the pleasure of being with. She ordered a hefty supply of shots, and expertly downed them in one go when they were finally placed in front of him. He didn't turn to look at her as she drunk, or return her flirtatious smile. When it came to Corentine, Max was careful. She was a devil in disguise, this one.

However, when she spoke about him being someone who could use her type of company, Max's expression changed from an emotionless blank slate, into a sultry crooked grin that had come to be his trademark. He couldn't stop his eyes from wandering her perfect body as she twisted in her seat, the dress which barely covered anything riding even further up her thigh, exposing her creamy, supple flesh. He slowly brought his gaze up to look into her eyes. He decided not to reply to her comment, his expression revealing his answer clearly. "Your emotions are tightly wrapped today, Corentine." He spoke, taking another large sip of his vodka. "Why so desperate for, as you say, "my company" tonight?" Before the male could inquire about the girls needs for his attention further, Max received a little present in front of him, something he hadn't expected to receive that night. "A condom? Either someone's flirting with me or this is the worst coaster ever. Besides, it's the wrong size - too small for me. What's that in front of you?" He asked the blonde next to him, tossing the condom into the bin behind the bar, getting it straight in his goal.

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For the last few hours, Jessica had been recovering. She was a smart girl, she had done a little research and was aware the capability of Mo's power, but she never knew it could be that intense. She just didn't hear what the blonde had told her. She had seen the mans face, the scenes that had unraveled between them when they had been together and she felt it. It was strange, under the story that Mo was telling, she could... hear? her anguish. Her panic, this girl was scared. Although Jess didn't need this broadcast to know that. Mo hadn't been right all day and now Jess understood why. She had been dazed for a few minutes. Frankly, she had been surprised how non plus Mo had been, how well she was coping with the whole situation or seemed to be now. Despite Jess's shortsightedness, she wasn't blind or stupid. She had known that Mo was trying to defer from the situation.

Deciding that this was too big a situation to be ignored, Jess had interupted the blonde in her outfit choosing, sat her down and told her the plan. They were going to see... someone in the morning. A figure of authority. She couldn't decide whether this was a matter for Mr Marino's or Mr Henderson. She had no particular preference other than Mr Henderson was the most non understanding person, ever. She'd let Mo decide who she wanted to go to. They would go to someone though, this much was certain, then the entire school could get on board and protect her... well that was the theory anyway.

Jessica's thoughts turned back to Mckenna, she needed to see someone to. There was no way she could leave her best friend alone iin her situation. She had over reacted earlier, she'd be the first to admit that. She needed to find Kenna; fast. She had quickly sent her a text.

Mickey, come out to the party tonight? It'll stop you going crazy, at least until the morning <3 xx


She had then begun the process of getting ready for the party. Putting some music on to help them get in the party mood; the brunette quickly jumped in the shower. Fixing her hair up into an elegant bun and choosing her outfit. She had deliberated on what she should wear for a while, debating on whether it was too indecent to wear to one of these parties. Then Jessica remembered, she had once attended a school full of promiscuous girls that had also transferred here. If she turned up naked, then this would also have been fine. She gave a small smile at the thought, lighlty applying some make up. The outift would certainly give the likes of Jackson and Gregory a shock!

That's when the brunette thought about her closest male friend. She hadn't heard from all day. She hoped that he was okay and that the Noctrem boys were being good to him. She took out her phone and rustled up a quick text;

Gregory Ryce! You are hereby ordered to get me a drink at the bar tonight ;) Meet me at the bar in ten? I'll be in the one in black xx


Smiling stupidly at her phone, Jess looked up at her room mate 'Let's go' She smiled, linking arms with Mo and strolling on down to the party.

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Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Amalthea Desolee Roerig Character Portrait: Addison Lawler Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Katia Hunt Character Portrait: Max Henderson
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Corentine Quellen

Cor couldn’t help a little satisfied smirk when Max’s eyes did exactly what she expected them to; ride up her body. The sexy smile on his face further informed her that they were definitely in business today. Good, she thought, her own gaze not shy about taking a tour of his body. Max was incredibly handsome, his hair dark and messy, eyes intense and already filled with naughty intentions. She knew what kind of body he was hiding underneath that clothing and it was enough to make a girl squeal at the prospect of his attentions. But still, despite how much she loved being with Max, she just couldn’t shake the feeling that she would rather have Jay next to her like this. She would rather figure things out with him. But she knew it wasn’t an option. They were poison to each other, caught in a game of who hurts who the most. But she was done. Cor was done playing. For a girl who loved a little game at all times, that was quite huge. The fact was, she didn’t enjoy hurting Jay, and she definitely did not like being hurt in return. So far none of her actions had been with the intention of hurting him, except for during their argument today.

But then, who didn’t say things they didn’t mean when they were angry? Cor instantly put a lid on those thoughts again, knowing they would lead her down a dark and twisted road, which she really didn’t want. In fact, she needed to keep a clear head if she was to talk to Erin tonight. Ah hell, Erin. She hadn’t replied to the text because she had been too out of it after her situation with Jay, and later she’d completely forgotten. Then, on top of it, it was really hard for Cor to focus on Erin’s problems when her own weighed so heavily on her. When she’d arrived at the party, all she had seen was the bar, and then Max. She still hadn’t looked around her, and she wasn’t going to right now. She wasn’t sure if she would like to see what was unfolding. She had a feeling Jay would want to hurt her more after her little show in the hall today. Truly, she did feel bad about her last comment. She felt bad about going to meet Sky. Which was entirely new for the blonde. Part of her wanted to find him and apologize; to tell him all she really wanted was him, if he would still have her. And if he could be with her alone. Would Jay be able to go through with being with someone else like she hadn’t been able to with Sky? Again, she shook off the thoughts just as Max’s eyes met hers and his voice met her ears.

Cor, getting her game-face back on, laughing slightly at his words, the sound easy and flirty in itself. “Max, you flatter yourself. I was desperate for alcohol.” She gave him a little once over, a teasing grin on her lips. “You just happen to be a… delicious bonus.” She didn’t further comment on the fact that her emotions were a mess. It was none of his fucking business, although she did realize he couldn’t exactly help his powers. While she spoke, Cor noted a square package being put in front of Max, and a napkin being placed in front of her. When he picked his up, she instantly knew what it was. And recognized it too. At the sight, Cor quickly downed the three remaining shots on the counter next to her. When Max spoke, inquiring about her “gift”, she sighed. Normally Max’s comments would’ve made her laugh or at least smile, but she already knew who it was from, and she didn’t like the message it was indirectly sending. In the end, Cor decided she wasn’t going to be a pussy about this and picked up the napkin.

Reading the note, Cor froze, sitting with the piece of paper in her hands. A slight frown soon took over her expression and she raised her gaze to finally look around, trying to locate the sender of the note. Jay. They were his words from earlier, and she wondered if he had even thought before sending it. He was completely counteracting his own words. He had told her they were done, and suddenly the games were back on? She was so sick of this bullshit. So tired of trying to explain herself, trying to defend her actions. Tired of him playing with her emotions so easily, whether it was intentional or not. She just didn’t like a guy being able to do this to her. Her eyes didn’t take all that long to find Jay, and she wasn’t surprised to find him with girls. What surprised her were the particular females he was with. Erin, her supposed best friend, and Addie, also a supposed friend. And Addie was obviously gunning for him, her fingers on his neck. Erin was in no way looking hostile. Just sort of tipsy, and the guy himself was wasted. She watched them quietly, trying to quench every bit of feeling it was inspiring in her. Especially because she knew Max would feel them.

Anger, hurt, betrayal… sadness. So much sadness. Her face was impassive as she watched them. She hadn’t even known Erin was at the party, too wrapped up in her need to somehow drown her emotions. Her best friend, the only girl who knew everything Cor was feeling about Jay, and Addie, who Cor had shadily informed that Jay was not to be touched. Both girls were her friends, and more than anything, Cor felt betrayed and hurt. So hurt. She took a deep breath, realizing she had stopped the process entirely when she’d seen the threesome. Cor, without looking at Max, tore the napkin into pieces and let it fall to the ground. “Jaysin’s idea of a good time,” she replied coldly before her gaze snapped back to him, no longer caring who knew shit about her and Jay. “You see, he wants to play a game. No, rather, he wants to restart one I finished just earlier today. Who can hurt the other the most.” Then she smirked ironically, shaking her head. “I haven’t been playing it very well so far.” She added the last bit almost thoughtfully before concluding, “well, that’s changing now.”

She raised an eyebrow, fire in her eyes. “Feel like helping me out for a spell, handsome?” Cor knew there was a merciless light in her eyes. She also knew it would pretty damn short-lived. Or, at least she had a feeling it would be. She suspected that once it got down to it, she wouldn’t be able to do it. She just couldn’t do that to Jay. No matter how much he hurt her, or how much he pissed her off, she couldn’t. But then, this time it was different, because Cor was also dealing with the betrayal of two friends, one of which was her best friend. What the hell was going on today? She had a suspicion that Max was going to feel her emotions too, and a tiny part of her felt bad for it. She knew he’d figure out how to tone it down though. Besides, when she rocked his world, he’d be good. If she rocked his world. It all kind of depended on whether the blonde could really do it. It bothered her, how Jay was toning down on her ability to be a huge bitch. If only they could work things out between them, it would all be worth it. As it was, none of her “friends” were getting away with their current activities. She would make sure of it. It just might not be tonight.




Miss Amy Roerig

When she heard Leo’s voice, Amy took a deep breath, calming herself. Right now she was a little confused to be honest. She didn’t like being lied to, hated having things hidden from her, and downright abhorred that Leo was doing exactly that. Too bad his little show had been ruined by Katia’s need to stamp herself as a needy whore. A term Amy would never normally contemplate, but yeah, she supposed the pregnancy was making her a bit hormonal already. Did that mean she was overreacting here? Did she really have reason to be angry with Leo? She pondered this as silence stretched between them, tension building. She didn’t like this kind of issues between them, but she wasn’t going to bow down and let it happen, because then Leo wouldn’t know that it wasn’t okay with her next time. As he hadn’t been in a real relationship in millenniums, she knew he was going to have some initial struggles finding out what she expected of him and what was natural to do or not to do in a relationship. But what worried her was, as friends he hadn’t been hiding things from her. She didn’t want him to start just because they were in a relationship.

Especially not now that she was carrying his child. Amy curled up better in the chair, her eyes scanning the room. No Chris. She wondered where he could be. Bathroom? Out? She couldn’t blame him, considering she had slept for 3 long hours. Then Leo spoke again, her name containing so many emotions she almost doubled over from the effect, but she sat still, phone at her ear, listening to the following sigh, and then the rest of his words. She sighed when he finally asked her where she was. The question she had known was coming. Only, she had expected the call much sooner. Honestly she felt more than a little neglected. Sure, she had walked out on him, but in all fairness she had had plenty reason, and at least he had called. She knew Leo loved her, she really did, but he was such a difficult man. Some women thought they had issues getting a lone wolf used to a relationship, but the men they had problems with, had maybe been alone for 20 years. Try multiplying that with 100, she thought to herself. The young nurse was quiet for a long time, contemplating.

What should she tell him? The truth of course, that much was a no-brainer, but she couldn’t very well have him meet her here, could she? That might seem just a little weird to poor Chris. Chris who had had a plenty crappy first day at Arcana. She really hoped she could help him get settled in better as a teacher here, because she wanted him to stay. With all the new Noctrem teachers, they needed some more Arcana-minded people in the mix. She was still tired, and she knew it was taking some spunk out of her. Usually Amy would be at Leo’s throat already, but firstly she didn’t want Chris overhearing, and secondly she really didn’t want to argue with him anymore today. Two had to be enough, didn’t they? The two couldn’t just keep right on arguing all day… could they? Finally Amy took a deep breath. “At Chris’.” She finally said, then closed her eyes and murmured quietly, “I don’t want to fight anymore, Leo.” The brunette got slowly out of the chair she had been curled up in and pulled out a small piece of paper from her pocket, then began hunting for a pen. She was uneasy on her own feet, but she wasn’t about to tell Leo that. Obviously he would only start babying her.

When she found a pen, she began writing while talking to Leo again. “I’ll meet you at your place, okay?” Even now, having awoken properly, Amy didn’t sound any better than she had when she had picked up. Okay, maybe she did need a helping hand. Amy was turning out to be her own worst patient; one of those people who refused to relax and take care of themselves when they were ill, no matter the kind. Without waiting for an answer, Amy hung up on her boyfriend and finished up her note for Chris, putting it on the table in front of the chair.

Had to go, but we still need to talk. Sorry about falling asleep, I’m a little out of it today – hope you’re at least feeling better. I’ll come find you soon, honey.

Love, Amy.


With that, she steeled herself and by pure stubbornness, managed to get herself to Leo’s place, locking herself in with her extra key. But that was it. As she made it inside, closing the door behind her, her legs which had been shaking obsessively all the way, gave out, and she crumbled to the floor. Hitting the floor on her bottom, Amy could only draw in a deep breath. She knew she wasn’t getting anywhere by herself anytime soon. Which really did wonders for her dignity. The dignity her own illness earlier, along with Katia turning up, had already trampled well into the ground. “I hate this,” the teacher murmured to herself, hanging her head in defeat. She just wanted to go back to sleep. Or curl up in Leo’s arms. Preferably the latter, then the former.

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Esme Charles

Esme had been doing her own thing in her room. She hadn't really seen much of her house mate or whatever you'd like to call it which suited her just fine. Esme had heard about the party tonight, well actually he helped Jackson a bit with this party but not a whole lot this time. Esme wasn't really wanted to go down to the party right away, why go to the party now? Better to go when everyone had arrived and she wouldn't be one of the first few awkward people here. Esme soon hung upside down from her bed, while she flipped a coin up in the air over and over again entertaining herself. Most people would think that she'd be spending time on her appearance like a lot of other girls but for Esme, she didn't always work that way and that was something people would have to soon learn.

Getting those sensations while lying there and thinking about things in general had made the young brunette just a little horny in the slightest. The thoughts of Max and those few one night stands with Drake were things that came to mind. She really needed to get away from those thoughts for now. She shifted so she had managed to get off the bed and she grabbed a bottle of wine from her hidden drawer and she opened it and she grinned and eyed the bottle and had very big plans for this bottle of wine and she put it up to her lips and tilted the bottle back and she felt the flavours of the wine hit her tongue and she loved it. She turned on the music in her room and she began to dance around whilst drinking and she enjoyed herself. It was always nice to have a little drinking fun before the real party began.

Finally she went into the bathroom and she and she ran her fingers through her hair and styled it slightly to the way she liked it but it had that slightly messy look, almost like sex hair but more tame in that sense. Esme then did a nice light brown for eye shadow, some neutral colours were best because you had it on but it wasn't noticeable. Next came her eyeliner and she put that on to define her eyes a bit and give them the shape that they needed. Finally she had gotten the mascara and she used a bit of it. After that she went and looked in her closet for a nice dress that showed her figure off. She found a nice black dress that showed off her chest quite a lot and it cut off fairly short but she still wasn't dressed as a whore. She found a brown leather jacket to put on over top. After that she her black flats and slipped them on. After checking herself over in the mirror and doing a slightly nice but a bit messy ponytail in her hair she was ready to go and out into the hall she went.

After walking down the hall for a bit and then downstairs she came upon the party and she grinned at the scene. It was awesome to see a whole bunch of students brought together by alcohol, and parties. It showed all of them had a similar interest whether others liked it or not. Some people came to the party to just find a fuck buddy as well and Esme wouldn't blame them for that. Sex was a fun thing and she rather enjoyed a nice fuck herself. She walked in and then she made a b-line for the bar. She stepped between the two bar stools where Coretine and Max or otherwise known as Mr.Henderson were sitting and chatting or whatever it was they did. Esme had little to no interest in it really. She ordered a drink of jack and coke mixed together as a starter for the party. She looked at Cor and grinned as she grabbed her drink, "Hey, slut." She said in a perky voice that may be bound to annoy Cor, Esme didn't quite know a whole lot but she'd find out eventually and then she turned on her heel and left not even giving Max attention, it was a part of what she did once in a while, don't give a guy the light of day and they may chase after you who knew. She sipped at her drink a bit as she went out into the crowds.

Now Esme was searching for someone. She didn't know exactly who that'd be or anything but she decided to drink her jack and coke while walking around, maybe she'd start "dancing" with some other guy later. Who knew or she'd find someone of interest to mess around with. After a bit Esme decided to go outside and hang out there for a little bit as she drank her mix. She soon grew bored and went back inside and she was hunting for someone now, one person only. Jay. He seemed to be the person of interest right now, she hadn't even seen him yet and she was trained on finding him. She finished half of her drink and set it down and as she began to walk through the people again she saw him in vision. He was here and she weaved her way through. Finally she came up stood beside him. Taking one look at him she could tell he was intoxicated. "You're drunk as fuck aren't you?" She asked with a sly smirk on her face with one hand placing firmly on her hip.

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Amber Nicole Romano Character Portrait: Loralei Evans Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Eden Haven Character Portrait: Max Henderson Character Portrait: Kitty Lee Character Portrait: Emery Clifton
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Kitty had gotten her room number and went there to unpack, which in itself was a horribly boring task for the girl. She sat on the carpet, her suitcase open in front of her, and she just stared at it, as if the contents of the bag was going to put itself away. She sighed loudly, standing up and kicking her suitcase to the side. She could just unpack later, it wasn't a big deal.

Kitty heard a large crash from outside her room, so she popped her head out of the room, seeing some kid on the floor. "Are you alright?" She asked, coming out of the room and (carefully) helping the kid up. He nodded and smiled at her, so Kitty took the time to take in his features. He was an asian guy, cute, but kinda young looking for her taste. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tripped on my shoe laces." He said, laughing slightly. "I'm Eden." He continued, sticking his hand out. Kitty grinned back at him, shaking the friendly stranger's hand, squeezing slightly. "Hi Eden. I'm Kitty." He let go of her hand and running his fingers through his black hair. "Nice to meet you Kitty. Are you new?" Kitty nodded. "Well, kinda. I used to come here, but I just came back today." Eden nodded to show that he understood, but then his eyes lit up with an idea. "Oh, you should come to this party tonight! Everyone's going to be there!" He wore an adorable smile on his face, almost childish in nature.

She bit her bottom lip, thinking, before she made her decision. "Alright! That sounds like loads of fun, I just need to change really quick." Eden looked her up and down. "Why? You look great." Kitty's jaw dropped and she let out a loud "Awwwwwe! You are so cute! Just a second." She ran back into her room, slamming the door and tearing into her suitcase to find a suitable outfit to meet her new classmates in.

Several minutes later, Kitty left her room, fully dressed and ready to go. She posed in front of her door, swinging her small pink bag over her shoulder. Eden smiled and nodded. "You look great." Kitty let out a laugh. "I should. The last time I wore this, I was trying to impress One Direction at their San Diego concert." The boy laughed. "Well, I'm sure you got their attention. Let's go and I fill you in on some stuff going on at the school." Kitty nodded, looping her arm around Eden's, who she felt tense up when she touch. "Alrighty. Let's go!"

The duo walked down the halls as Eden began to brief his companion. "You know the kids from Noctrem are rooming with us, right?" "What?!"

The two soon found their way to the party, which seemed to be in full swing. People were everywhere, dancing, eating, and drinking. Kitty was definately impressed. She hadn't been to a party like this in a while. "Wow." She commented, simply. "This is nice." Eden chuckled, leading them through the crowd of people and getting them to the bar. Kitty's eyes wandered the party, taking in the glorious scene, when she saw it. "Oh Eden! Let's go dance!" She squealed, jumping up and down, tugging at Eden's sleeve. He smiled nervously and glanced sideways. "I don't really dance. But you can dance! Go have some fun, I'll be right here." Kitty pouted at him, but she complied, going over to the dancefloor. She swayed back and forth at first, but it wasn't before long Kitty got into it. Her body moved to the beat and a grin grew on her face. This was going to be a fun night for her.

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Eden shook his head and laughed as Kitty left to go dance. He had only known her for a few minutes and she was already acting like they were best friends. He didn't mind though. Happy people like her made the world just alittle brighter. He turned around to face the bar. "Exuse me," He asked the bartender. "Could I get a Coke?"

After he had gotten his drink, Eden looked around, searching for people he knew. That's when he saw her. She was a blonde girl, just stitting alone at a table, drinking. There was something about her that Eden was instantly drawn too. Sure, she was a beautiful girl, but he just wanted to go talk to her. He put a smile on his face, mustering up some of his courage, and he walked over.

"Hi. Are you new here?" He asked, sitting down across from her. "I'm Eden." He smiled kindly, but his mind was racing with insecure thoughts. Why did he sit down? What if she wanted to be alone? 'Lord help me' Eden thought to himself.


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Amber walked into the party, clad in a little red dress. She was in such a good mood today. She had finally gotten some dirt on Cor, though she didn't know what to do with it. The wind-manipulating little trollip had been a thorn in Amber's side for years at Noctrem and the blonde seemingly had no secrets, keeping her safe from Amber's claws. A small smile rested on the girl's lips as her heels clicked and clacked against the floor. She searched for Jackson, but instead of finding him, she saw Lora, the gypsy.

Lora was a cool girl in Amber's eyes. Not only did they share Gypsy heritage, but they kinda just clicked when they spoke. Amber strode over to the weather-manipulator, tapping her on the shoulder. "Hey there." She gave a fox-like smile to her friend. Her eyes scanned Lora, her brain making quick observations. "Love the henna!" She exclaimed, lifting Lora's hand to get a better look. Then she saw them out of the corner of her eyes.

Amber looked up and to the side, seeing Lulu and Jackson. It slightly bothered her that they were so close. While others saw them as good friends, Amber saw them for what the really were. They had potential to grow into something more...something romantic. Amber's smile fell, a tiny frown taking it's place. She turned her attention back to Lora. "So, you having fun?"

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A huge smile was plastered on Sky's face as he entered the party. He was practically shaking with excitement like a kid as he made his way to the bar. There were certain things he was concerned about, but he tried not to think about them. The thing currently occupying him was Cor. She had come into his room and things quickly got heated (like they usually do) but then she just left. Sky should have known something was wrong. Her eye's were almost...was sad the right word? Sure, Sky would have preferred to nail Cor, but it wouldn't have been right. Something was obviously wrong with her, but Sky didn't even bother to ask her. All he had cared about was forgetting his own problems. Why was he so selfish...

'Speak of the blonde.' Sky thought, seeing Cor at the bar with Max. Mr. Henderson was an interesting man, but Sky didn't think he was the best teacher in the world. What kind of teacher sleeps with their students? That was pretty illegal. Sky decided not to think about it, so he got a couple shots from the bartender and he winked at Cor, smiling. He turned around, taking a quick shot, letting the alchohol work it's magic. He thought for a moment, noteing that he had been drinking earlier today as well. Maybe he should take it easy tonight. The pyro shook his head and let out a laugh. There was no way that was going to happen.

Another shot went down the hatch when Sky noticed Ashy drinking an orange juice by herself. "Ashy!" He shouted, grinning. "Come have a shot with me!"

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Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Skylar Fiammetta Byrnes Character Portrait: Amber Nicole Romano Character Portrait: Loralei Evans Character Portrait: Addison Lawler Character Portrait: Ashleigh Fox Character Portrait: Jaysin O. Dennis Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Max Henderson Character Portrait: Esme Charles
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Drake Quellen

As Jackson had obviously left early for his own party, Drake had been alone for the better part of the afternoon, the room almost too quiet. So, to cope, he’d turned on music. Currently Scorpions were playing ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’ and it was definitely improving the dark male’s mood. After a bit of after-sex flirting with Erin, Drake had left and to be honest he hadn’t been planning on actually going to see Lulu again, but he’d wanted to check on her, to make sure she was alright. Besides, he had a feeling she probably hadn’t gotten around to eating anything, so after a pit-stop in the cafeteria, where he’d charmed the cook into making Lulu some soup, he’d headed to her room. And found the door torn off its hinges. The room had looked like it’d been struck by a hurricane, or, as Lulu had informed him, his sister Corentine. He’d honestly been a bit surprised. Lulu couldn’t possibly have done anything to agitate Cor already today, and it wasn’t like his sister to blow things apart unless she was seriously pissed. Well, he’d wondered until he had been told Jay had stopped by Lulu’s room. Then things had become clear.

She’d given him a brief recap of everything that had happened and he remembered wishing he’d been there to handle Cor, because obviously the things his sister had said to Lulu had gotten to the girl. Not that he was surprised. Cor was good at that. Mostly because he was the one who had sort of maybe taught her a little. How to use people’s weaknesses against them. Cor was a… quick study. Of course he hadn’t expected her to use him against Lulu, but if Jay had been involved? Drake knew precisely how merciless and fierce his sister was when it came to things she cared about, and she cared a lot about Jay. Unfortunately the two were also having issues, and Drake had actually started to wonder if maybe he should talk to the guy. Or hell, even Cor, because though Drake loved some drama to keep things interesting, he could only imagine what was going on with his sister, and in spite of everything, he didn’t want her miserable. He wanted her happy and making others miserable. Back to the Cor he knew and loved… albeit also hated sometimes. But hey, that was the way of siblings, right?

Either way, Drake and Lulu had soon dropped the issue and gone back to just being them, messing around, laughing and having fun. It’d taken some of the tension out of Drake, and he was actually quite curious to see whether she was actually wearing the outfit he’d picked out for her. Especially the lingerie. He’d more or less just thrown on his outfit, his hair kept in its usual slightly messy style. He was so late as it was, but that was just what Drake did. Although he had to say he actually had a lot of things he wanted to do tonight. Flirt with Ashy, talk to Cor, drink with Lulu and probably Jackie-boy too. In fact, Drake had big plans; getting back to himself. All this emotional shit today had thrown the male Quellen quite a bit, and he needed to get drunk and be a cold bastard just to even the score. He liked things to be even. Nice Drake equaled an equally cold and indifferent Drake at a later time. That was just how he coped and it worked for him. The world was tilting too much currently and he didn’t like it.

Drake ran a hand through his hair taking his first look in the mirror and shrugged. Should do. A grabbed one of his bottled with aged rum, like he’d promised Lulu, and walked off, taking a look at the door to the room before leaving. It’d be so like Cor to sneak in and steal more of his booze tonight, and he really didn’t have much left after living with her for the past month. He needed to get in touch with his usual supplier, but the guy was being difficult at the moment, so as it was he needed to put a lid on his little thief of a sister. Drake looked around him, gathering shadows from every corner he could spot, letting them shape and harden to form a protective shield for the door. It’d have to do. No one was getting inside now. People would probably wonder when they walked past, but what did he care. Jackson wasn’t coming anytime soon anyway. Drake put his hands in his jacket pockets and walked down to the party. However, he kept himself in the shadows at first, surveying the scene, eyes wandering.

Jay was just now leaving Erin and Addie in the gazebo, looking like he was searching for someone in particular. Someone Drake knew wasn’t Cor. Because she was pretty obviously seen, sitting at the bar talking to Max. Her posture wasn’t the relaxed one she would usually have with the teacher, but rather tense and stiff with anger, and… hurt? Obviously. If Jay and Cor were having issues and Addie was jumping at the chance. Hell, even Erin was talking to the guy. He raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. He’d catch his sister later. The male had just decided to talk to Jay when the guy found what he was looking for in Esme. Ah hell. This wasn’t going to end well. He let out a slight sigh, eyes finding Lulu talking to Jack who was obviously liking the outfit Drake had picked out. It caused a small smirk to graze his lips to see that Lulu was actually wearing it, and it again made him wonder what was underneath. Shaking it off, his eyes moved on. Amber was talking to Lora. He might have to stop by the two. Now, where was little Ashy? He’d find her soon, that was for sure.

He chuckled to himself, making his way over to Lulu and Jack. On his way he let Lulu see his eyes traveling down her body, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “I have to say this is better than I imagined.” He put the bottle of rum down beside her, “you look amazing.” Then he chuckled, looking over at Jack, “not that you don’t Jackie-boy, but you know I don’t roll that way.” Gaze back on Lulu, he began walking off with a last comment and a typical Drake grin, “rum as promised. Enjoy. I’ll see you guys later.” That done, Drake made his way over to the bar about to order something when he heard Sky’s voice just a little to the side. Calling out to Ashy? Drake followed the other guy’s eyes and located the little innocent blonde. Great. He ordered a couple of shots and went to join Sky, calling out to Ashy, “yeah, Ash, you’re looking a little too sober tonight.” Downing one of his shots, he sent the blonde a devious smirk, clearly telling her which mode he was in tonight. Ashy was just too fun to mess with. He looked at Sky then. “So are you by the way. Just got here?” He asked the Pyro, actually wondering. Sky wasn’t one to get drunk slowly. He usually partied fully from the second he stepped into an occasion.

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Ember actually was quiet most of the day, not paying attention to anyone in particular. She had gone out for a walk, having her headphones in, blasting her eardrums as she sang out loudly. She was not liking being at Arcana, not liking the Arcana students and really not liking having to ‘follow’ Mr. M’s rules. As the day went on she forgot what time it was when she looked down at her watch “For fuck sakes I am going to be late”. The party was tonight and she wanted to look good, which means taking more time than usual, but it was not unlike Ember to show up to things on time. She liked to make an entrance and you could not do that by showing up at a party early.

As Ember made it back to her room, she looked around for a few minutes and shook her head; another thing she hated was that the Noctrem students had to share a room with the Arcana students. Going to the bathroom she went in and took a ten minute shower, then dried her hair putting a towel around herself as she went back out to her dresser to try to decide what she wanted to wear. After going through her clothes she decided to wear this and these for her footwear. After she got dressed she took out her phone and sent Cor a text.

Anything happening at the party yet? Be there soon. Kisses.


After the text she went back into the bathroom and tried to do her hair but her hair was being a pain today so she decided to leave it down, put some moose in it and go for the messy look. Quickly she did her makeup then went out of the bathroom grabbing her headphones and ipod she slips her headphones into ears and turned her ipod on as she left the room and headed down where the party was.

As she got to the party she looked around, noticing Cor with Max at the bar, then her eyes scanned the area to see another one of her good friends, Esme, with Jay. Deciding first she needed a drink before she began to socialize she went to the bar and ordered herself four shots, a good number to start out at. After the bartender gave her the shots she say Sky and also Drake, she downed the first two shots then walked over to the two boys. “Well hello boys how are you two tonight?” she asked with a grin before she took another shot. “Sky how about tonight we see how many shots we can handle tonight? Betcha I could drink more then you by the end” she said with a smirk before leaning against a stool wondering what kind of things will be going down tonight, now that the Arcana and Noctrem students were staying in the same school she knew some kind of shit will be going down and she could not wait to watch it.

((will be posting for my other two soon))

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Leo didn't like Amy's pause when he asked her where she was. It worried him in fact, that she wasn't answering him. What was she hiding from him? It was strange, that Amy wasn't replying. She never hid anything from him, especially now that they were in a relationship; when they had just been friends however, they had still had no qualms about telling each other anything. He didn't want that to change, not now that their relationship was a little more complicated and confusing. Whilst he waited for her reply, the male sat back in his chair, dropping his head back so that his neck was resting on the back of his chair.

However, soon, Amy's voice was hitting his ears and he almost felt his heart sink when Amy told him where she had been for the last three hours; At Chris'. He literally sat there with his mouth opening and closing, looking like a fish out of water. He heard her voice shake slightly as she told him that she didn't want to fight any more, and he just nodded, forgetting that she couldn't see him. The man couldn't believe that she had been with Chris all of this time. She could have stayed with him, and spoke to him about their issues, instead of going to tell Chris, a guy that she knew he wasn't all that fond about right now. He knew that she had to have felt awkward with Katia there, but he was only helping her, giving her a job when she needed one. She didn't understand their situation., and hadn't stayed to ask him about it.

Amy then told him to meet her in his apartment, and before he could reply - the phone went dead. The male pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it, his expression stunned. He had never been hung up on before, especially by Amy. An exasperated sigh escaped Leo's lips as he placed his phone back into his pocket and stood up, leaving his office. He didn't lock the door behind him, there was no point - every student was out at the party, and no teacher would dare go into there without his permission. So, the male slowly made his way up to his apartment, taking small steps. He was slightly nervous to see his girlfriend; their last few conversations being extremely awkward, and the tension between them could almost be cut by a knife. However, he was soon outside his front door and took in another deep breath before opening it, revealing the scene in front of him.

"Amy!" Leo gasped, rushing into his apartment, the door closing slowly behind him. The picture in front of him scared him; his pregnant girlfriend whom he had recently argued with collapsed onto his hallway floor, her skin a horrible pale hue. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" His voice was filled with panic as he knelt down in front of her, taking her cheeks into his hands, cupping them delicately. Lifting up her head so that she could look into his chocolate browns, he let his eyes frantically look over her, checking for any sign of injury.





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Erin was kind of put out. She had moved all the way from her comfortable position in the gazebo to talk to Jay, and maybe even Addison once she had seen the girl sitting down next to him, but practically just after she had sat down, the two of them had fucked off. She had been left with a consolation prize however; Jay's expensive looking bottle of whiskey that he had placed into her hand, asking her to look after it until he returned. Yeah, right. Like he was going to return in that state. Jay was already borderline paralytic, and he was probably going off to find someone to have a revenge fuck with; this bottle was now hers, the blonde had decided. So, she twisted off the lid and took another swig, letting the warm liquid trickle its way into her stomach, filling her with a strange sense of alcoholic warmth.

The girl was usually filled with confidence, and soon, the alcohol was only giving her extra. She literally felt like she was buzzing on alcohol, her eyes clouded over, yet everything still visible to her. She was a little unsteady on her feet when she stood up, but she blamed it on the high heels that she had stuck on her feet that night. Yeah, nothing to do with the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through her blood stream, was it. No... Slowly, the blonde started making her way through the now crowded party area, her eyes expertly searching the people for one face in particular; a face that she knew all too well. It surprised her when she saw who her target was standing with and talking to, and she decided to make her way over there, and maybe provide him with some sort of... interesting companionship.

It was a difficult feat, yes, but somehow, Erin made her way over to Drake without falling over, staying up the entire way. She was quite pleased with herself actually, and she took another victory swig of Jay's her whiskey, congratulating herself. She came up behind the male, and ignoring the fairy-like blonde that was standing in front of him, she wrapped her arm around his waist, going up on her tiptoes so she could whisper in his ear. "Hello, lover." Her lips brushed against his skin as she spoke, her voice a sultry tone that she reserved only for him. She kept her arm around him for some extra stability as she came down from her tip-toes, and turned to look at Ashy, who seemed too sober for the blonde's liking. She thrust out the bottle that she was holding in her hand towards Ashy, offering her the bottle. She knew that twinkle-toes here was quite wary of her, but she had no disliking towards her; in fact, Erin actually found her quite... cute, in a way. "You look like you need this more than I do, girl."

In a way, Erin thought that she was doing good, coming in between Drake and Ashy's conversation; why? Ashy was... too sweet and innocent and frankly, just too adorable for someone like Drake. He was cruel, vindictive, a vicious lover; someone like Ashy would only get her sweet little heart broken by this bastard of a man. She slowly made her way around to stand in front of Drake, however off to the side, so that she wasn't completely cutting Ashy out, more like... shielding her? Why was she feeling considerate all of a sudden?! Keeping her arm wrapped around Drake, Erin bit down on her bottom lip and looked up at him. "Drakeeeee," she mewed, pressing her body in closer to his, "are you trying to corrupt this poor girl?"






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Jackson luckily hadn't seen the faltered smile on Lulu's face; if he had, it probably would have broken the Irish male's heart. He was totally infatuated with the girl that he counted as his best female friend, and he would just feel totally disheartened and destroyed if he had actually seen disappointment on her face when he hadn't turned out to be Drake. Jack knew that he wasn't the man in Lulu's heart; that he was just a friend to her, and he was fine with that - it was something that he had come to terms with recently. But, he just didn't want to actually hear it. If he didn't hear it, then he knew that he could live with it. But if he was actually told that he had no chance what so ever... he'd be crushed.

He felt himself smile as Lulu blushed at his compliment, but that soon changed as she mentioned that it was all Drake's work. He wasn't too fond of the idea of Drake going through all of Lulu's belongings and choosing her entire outfit; Drake was one of Jack's friends, however he didn't trust the man one little bit. He hid his frown quickly though before Lulu could see his expression change, replacing the smile that had just faded over the top of his concerned expression. She looked beautiful, that he had already stated and truly believed, however, she barely looked liked Lulu - the skirt was too short, her v-neck was too deep... it wasn't Lulu - it was how Drake wanted Lulu to be. And he wasn't so sure that he liked it.

Before Jackson could say anything else however, Drake made a cameo into their conversation, putting in his own five cents worth about Lulu's outfit. He stood there awkwardly for a moment as the taller, better looking male complimented his best friend on her outfit, and then placed a bottle of rum down next to her, her obvious drink of choice. He wondered for a moment if he should even bring out the drink that he had bought for them to share, knowing that she preferred the rum to his Jack Daniels, but decided against mentioning it at this moment. Then, soon, the male was gone, and it was just the two of them alone again - a situation Jack preferred.

"Oh, this - it's nothing." Jack smiled softly, brushing off her comment. He had literally had five minutes to get ready after everything had been set up, and so he hadn't put much thought into his attire at all - he had just picked the first shirt out of his wardrobe that he had found and threw it on, as well as the jeans that had been draped over his desk chair. When Lu came to stand next to him, he wrapped his arm around her waist, a usually friendly gesture of his when it came to her. "I know, I'm loved by the catering staff here." He smiled, making sure to look up and spot the lady who was the creator of this elaborate spread, and give her a curt nod. "Well, you've already found the main part of the buffet which I designed for you specially. But, if you crave something else, what about the Cajun chicken and pepper skewers?" Jack gently led her over to the meat section of the buffet and gestured to the kebab sticks filled with three pieces of spiced chicken, with slices of red, yellow and green pepper between. "They're to die for, honestly." He grinned, before picking one up by the end of the stick and offering it out for her.

"Oh," he remembered, bringing out the bottle of Jack from behind his back, "I brought this for you. It's not as good as the rum, I know. But still, I promised."






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Max didn't say anything as he watched Corentine, her eyes looking around the crowded party room. Her mind was definitely somewhere else tonight, and she was highly distracted; whatever had been on that note in front of her had caused some sort of pain for the girl - that was something else that being an Empath had taught the brunette male to do. If someone was hiding their emotions from him, like the blonde in front of him so readily did, he had learnt to read specific body language and facial expressions, to gauge some sort of emotion from the person he was studying - and at the moment, Corentine Quellen was seriously upset and angry at the same time, a dangerous combination of emotions coming from a girl like her. Something of course, he would never tell her. Surprisingly, he cared about himself enough not to want to die a horrible death at her hands.

He took the last three gulps of his vodka as Corentine decided to tear up the piece of paper that had upset her so much. He nodded towards the bartender, getting his attention and ordered another drink, this time, a whiskey. Despite him not having a preferred drink, he sometimes fancied others more than the other - and instead of vodka, the male now wanted whiskey back. "Jaysin, eh?" He mumbled, downing half of his drink in only one gulp. He was curious as to what she was on about, but he was unable to get a grasp on her emotions that she was cloaking so well. Instead, Max had to get a grip on what she was on about by piecing together the little bits of information that he had received; apparently, Corentine and Jay had been "something", and she had upset him, so he had decided to hurt her back, sparking this little "game" that she was on about. Yeah, that sounded about right.

Then, the atmosphere around the two of them changed and Max decided to become more involved in their conversation. It was about to change? A slight break in Corentine's barriers allowed him to feel her emotions for a second, and he turned to face her. Something was different about her tonight; she wasn't her usual... full bitchy herself, she was more reserved and hurting at the moment, and that spark in her eyes, was false. However, he wasn't going to pass any sort of offer up that meant that he would be able to have a good time. If anyone, that wasn't Jaysin, was going to get Corentine to act normally again, the merciless bitch that she was, he was probably that person. "I'll help you out however you want, gorgeous." He smiled, downing the rest of his drink before ordering another. Then, he leaned forward, placing his hand on her thigh, moving it upwards slowly, his fingers just sliding under the hem of her short dress before stopping there. "How would you like me to help?"

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The young teacher wasn’t feeling to well, and hell, that was probably quite the understatement. She didn’t have a lot to compare it to, but she was weak and nauseous, her limbs shaking slightly from fatigue, and thought her powers had begun recharging, they were in no way ready for anything. She felt like even healing a knife cut would send her into another slumber, and it scared her. She really needed to phone her mother. Soon. She was still on the floor, surprisingly enough, feeling completely hopeless about her situation, when she heard the door open behind her. She wanted to get up and turn to Leo easily, because she knew her current position and appearance would worry him. No, he would be downright panicked, as unsure of what to do as she herself was. It wasn’t like this was normal in any way. In fact Amy felt completely out of her league, unknowing of what to do or how to help herself get better.

Because this wasn’t just a power hangover. It was different. A power hangover, she knew how to help and she had tried it before. In fact, she would often tire herself completely when she worked as a field nurse. Of course she had had to keep her healing secret, but it’d worked and she had saved lives like she had always wanted to, so though her entire world had changed with the experience, she didn’t regret it. In the long run it had only made her stronger. Well… mentally. Obviously she was physically weak as a new born kitten right now and it bothered her. She sighed when Leo spotted her, her name flying off his lips, but she didn’t move. What could she do, really? She merely waited for him to get to her, which she knew wouldn’t be long. Not long after, he did in fact reach her, panic ruling his voice when he spoke. Amy smiled weakly in response when his hands gently cupped her cheeks, guiding her eyes up to meet his, except his beautiful ones were busy looking her over, so it wasn’t much.

“Leo,” she said softly, her voice tired, “honey, please calm down. I’m fine.” She looked up at him, wanting to put her hands on his to assure him, but she just didn’t have the energy. Never had she felt this empty, this weak and helpless. So yes, of course she wasn’t entirely truthful when she told him she was fine, but she couldn’t have him panicking like this. He needed to steady himself or he’d be a complete mess to deal with and she really needed him to just… settle down a bit. “I’m just… a little tired,” she continued in a quiet tone, almost too calmly, her fatigue showing clearly in her voice. “I…” she paused then, sighing. She knew Leo would blame Chris when she told him the truth, but she wasn’t going to lie. She just wanted to make sure she phrased everything okay, so that he didn’t blame Chris too much. Because it wasn’t his fault. Chris hadn’t known of Amy’s condition, except for the fact that he could tell she was tired. Fact was that it didn’t usually affect her powers much, and she should’ve been able to heal him easily. Hell, she had been surprised herself.

Finally, the delicate nurse continued, “I think the baby is… feeding on my powers, which sounds really bad, I know.” She bit her lower lip, knowing that Leo was going to watch her like a hawk for the remainder of her pregnancy once she was done explaining herself. Sometimes a protective man was really hard to deal with, and it made her wonder if he was going to follow her around to all of her lessons, or if he would cancel them. She didn’t want to stop working. Besides, she was the school nurse. That wasn’t really something to be ignored. Another sigh. “I think Chris met Corentine earlier, and he… has a bit of attitude.” She let it be at that, knowing that Leo knew what that meant. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to understand the actions she was now going to tell him about. “I couldn’t let him suffer like that when I have the ability to help him, Leo… so even though he didn’t want me to, I… I healed him. It just… took a lot out of me, and I fell asleep immediately after. Just woke up when you called.”

With that, Amy finally took a deep breath, waiting for Leo’s reaction and reply, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She had meant what she’d told him; she really didn’t want to argue.




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With Max’s temporary silence, Cor’s eyes did another sweep her surroundings, and she swiftly downed her remaining shots, the alcohol burning sweetly. Oh, it was strong. She felt like she was drinking absinthe, yet it tasted slightly different. Didn’t matter if it had the same fire power; it did what she wanted it to; got her drunk in a rush, but it wasn’t enough by far. She needed more as she spotted Jay leaving the gazebo and thereby Erin and Addie. Hm, that was surprising. She’d figured Addie would make more of an effort to make the guy stay, considering how much she was obviously preening for his cock. She would be punished the most. No one, especially not her friends, went against her. Cor considered it betrayal, pure and simple, and she wasn’t a forgiving kind of person. Yes, she made friend with bitches and assholes, because those were the people she liked hanging around, but she still valued loyalty quite a bit. Now, what to do to the girl…

Cor’s mind was still playing with thoughts of revenge when the sound of Max Henderson’s sexy voice brought her back into the world of the living, and she couldn’t stop her lips from curling into a flirty smirk. She would go talk to Elijah tomorrow, she decided, knowing he was the one person she could count on; the one person who could clear her mind enough to think up something proper to remind the girl who was, and always had been, the queen bitch, and not to mess with her… or her man for that matter. Besides, someone who hated Jay might be nice. Elijah was perfect. Of course she also just loved hanging out with the guy. Cor’s clear, dark blue eyes were slowly making their way down Max’s body, his words a promise in themselves. Obviously he had figured she was a little off tonight. Max wasn’t easy to hide things from, just like her brother, but Cor liked to at least try anyway. Either way, Esme was ignored by both of them when she pushed her way between them and ordered her drunk. Fortunately she was gone directly after.

“Aren’t you just a saint,” she teased Max then, her voice dripping sarcasm. She didn’t doubt that Max was only helping her in any way because he got something out of it himself, not that she minded or blamed him. Hell, she was the exact same way herself. She didn’t do anything for free unless it was for a friend, and even then there was always the fact that she got friendship and gratefulness in return. Max was getting an amazing fuck, and that wasn’t her being conceited. Corentine had been a gymnast for a lot of years, since she was sick and up until she had left for Noctrem, and she had a lot of practice on her back when it came to screwing around. Of course she might also just be a damn natural. Either way, she had had guys telling her she was the best fuck they’d ever had. She knew how to work anyone when it came to sex. Female or male. Didn’t matter. When Max ordered another drink, Cor ordered three more shots of the same stuff he had given her before, and downed all three while Max's hand wandered up her bared thigh, the heat of alcohol along with Max’s touch, flowing through her. She ignored the fact that she could hear her phone vibrating in her purse, because she couldn’t make herself give a shit.

When his fingers stopped, Cor smiled wryly, one eyebrow lifted as she looked from the hand her gaze had been following, to the eyes of the man leading it. She couldn’t deny that Max had a way with her. He just knew how to set her body on fire, even with the slightest of touches. Of course it might also just be his godlike good looks, and well, she was starting to get just a little drunk, so her body was primed for him already. Before answering Max’s question, Cor ordered two more shots, downing them straight after each other. Once that was done, she leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to Max’s ear, her one hand dancing over his hand on her leg, and up his arm, only to make its way down his chest once it reached his shoulder. Her lips curved into a calculating, flirtatious smile, she didn’t speak until her fingers were gripping the hem of his jeans. Then she let her teeth gently nibble on his ear and laughed softly, the sound rolling off her tongue in a seductive purr. “Why, Max, I would very much like you to fuck me.” She murmured sultrily, yet ever so bluntly. Something you’d find was very defining of the blonde.

When she leaned back, Cor spotted Jay leaving with Esme at the corner of her eye, but the alcohol was numbing her emotions just like she had wanted them to. Well, temporarily that was the effect, but Cor could also feel her emotions pushing at the barrier she had put up before even coming to the party. Once it went down, shit would happen. She knew that much. Her powers would run amok.




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To Sky’s reply, Drake laughed, not bothering to say any more because he was busy watching Ashy and her reaction to his words. Inwardly the male was smiling in amusement, finding the blushing both entertaining and cute. The fact that a girl her age managed to be so damned… innocent, puzzled the dark male quite a bit. How did you accomplish that in this day and age? Maybe he was even a little impressed, but nah, actually he just loved messing with her, so he supposed that was it. It was no secret to Drake that the blonde was crushing on him, and he had this tendency to play with the girls who developed feeling for him, mostly because he honestly couldn’t care less about them and their damned emotions. Why should he? It wasn’t his fault they decided to set themselves up for heartbreak, now was it? Drake didn’t exactly hide the fact that he was a womanizing asshole. Sure, he didn’t show that side to everyone, but he wasn’t hiding it either. He just knew that different people had to be worked differently, that was all.

When Ember came by, Drake gave her a short look, gaze taking a tour of her choice of appearance for the evening. Hmm. His sister was going to throw a fit about her protégé looking like that, so he could only grin, knowing that Cor would be giving the girl a lesson in how to dress herself… very soon. Not that the outfit was ugly – it just didn’t fit her, and it happened to look a little… well, not sexy. Despite the dress being short, to Drake she looked like a 13 year old trying to look sexy and it wasn’t working for her. “Not too bad, darling,” he told her in response to her question before she was on to inviting Sky to shoot shots with her. On that note he decided to tune her out and refocus on Ashleigh, his current entertainment. Clown of the evening, folks. Once she made it over, she gave Sky a hug and Drake remained silent. He was soon laughed however, her comment seemingly very funny to the male. She was so ridiculously nervous around him that was part of the fun, honestly. “Baby, you need new habits,” he murmured huskily, knowing the effect he’d have on the blonde.

He merely smiled wryly when Sky shouted that he and Ashy should dance. Drake wasn’t a big dancer. Sure, he had been forced to take classes as a kid, and he was in fact quite rhythmical, but he didn’t like it, and it brought back memories of being controlled by his bitch of a mother. He’d rather get pissed and have fun. Much more his thing, honestly. Then Sky and Ember sort of disappeared from his immediate surroundings and he almost felt relieved when Ashy didn’t comment on the dancing. Meant he could ignore it. Instead she uttered the most ridiculously, nauseatingly cute and desperate comment he had ever heard. He chuckled, not able to stop himself. And he was actually going to reply when a hand began snaking its way around him from behind, causing him to pause. Instead, Drake raised an eyebrow, looking questioningly as Ashy, as though she was supposed to tell him who was feeling him up. However, he got his answer when Erin’s voice spoke into his ear. He smirked, turning his eyes towards the skies.

“Erin,” he said in calm greeting, not feeling up to her company currently. He wasn’t really in the mood, if he had to be honest. Maybe because of their previous heart to heart. There was a reason he’d sought out Ashy, and not Lulu or Erin. The two had taken up all of his day already. He watched when Erin handed Ashleigh her alcohol and chuckled slightly, “she does have a point, Ash. Better drink it before she does, and that might end badly. You don’t really want to be responsible for that now, do you?” He teased her, his eyes flashing with humour. Honestly he was ignoring Erin a little. Perhaps because she was being incredibly clingy currently. When Erin moved, all she earned from Drake, was a raised eyebrow. He’d done her twice today already. He wasn’t in the mood for a third one. To him, it seemed like Erin was clinging to him because she was having trouble with Keirol, and though Drake was good with a bit of… physical support, he wasn’t interested in being her emotional support. He had let her talk in the forest, and he’d offered a sliver of comfort. That didn’t mean he was a teddy bear all of a sudden.

When she pressed her body closer, more or less begging for his attention, despite the way her words were centered on Ashy, Drake cast her a wry smile, still just leaning casually against the bar. “Thought crossed my mind,” he said, voice smooth and playful, eyes moving to rest on the girl in question, a mischievous, Drake-like smirk on his lips. Then he looked down at Erin, moving a hand into her hair. He grabbed a nice handful and pulled her head back instantly, looking down at her with his completely eyes indifferent. He was done being nice Drake – he needed his more bastardly side and Erin had just made herself the victim because she had gotten in the way of his teasing Ashy to rid himself of it more innocently. “What is this, Erin? Hm?” He asked her, voice dark and husky, yet cold in itself, “an attempt at getting a last night on earth fuck? Because you’re probably going to need it after sidling up to Jay like that.” Then he smirked, letting go of her hair only to order a whiskey, taking it in his hand. As he took a sip, he watched Erin with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if waiting for something.

Drake was more than aware of the fact that he was being a right asshole, but then, she wasn’t little miss innocent, and she could handle it. Or maybe she couldn’t. Hell if he cared. Ashleigh had slipped his mind momentarily, but he soon looked over at her, shrugging, eyes flashing with that same glint of playfulness when he looked at her. “Sorry about that, love. Seems we’ll have to get you drunk a bit later.”




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Chase Westley got out of his black chevy after parking it in front of the Arcana Academy, a place he had never been before in his life. Pushing the door shut, his gaze looked it over from the outside. He had to say he was impressed. If it was as good on the inside as it was on the inside, going to school might actually not suck entirely. Not that he didn’t like learning – he had just graduated what qualified as high school already, so he was pretty certain he had been taught what he had to be taught. He was there purely because of the social aspect, and he knew it was more or less the same for his twin. Of course power control class, along with battle strategy, might be interesting. In fact, the young male was sort of looking forward to those classes. Of course he didn’t have problems with controlling his powers, but maybe this teacher here had other or better methods than his grandfather. Who knew?

The twins had been on the road for 5 days, stopping only to sleep and eat, driving around 10-12 hours every day. Now, Chase liked to drive, so it didn’t bother him at all, but he could tell Kayla was getting a bit restless just sitting there in the passenger seat, and he couldn’t blame her. If it’d been him, he would’ve jumping out of his own skin. And he would’ve let her drive… but no. No matter who it was, no one but him drove his car. Not even his twin sister. Chase patted the roof of the car, smiling to himself. “Don’t think it’ll be too bad, sis,” he commented to his sister, slightly absent. Then the male walked to the back of the car, getting their bags and suitcases out of the trunk. He put them easily down to on the ground and smiled at Kay before taking his own suitcase and extra duffel bag. Taking his own welcome note out of his pocket, he looked it over. Room 13, and he remembered Kayla being in room 8. Well, at least they weren’t that far from each other. Small favors.

Once Kayla had her things gathered, Chase shut the trunk and locked the car, before the two of them made it inside. “Rooms on 2nd floor” he murmured to himself as they walked to the elevator situated in the fancy reception. He let Kayla get in before him, a force of habit, and then entered himself. As the death trap moved them up, Chase remained quiet, thinking. He thought he could hear music and that made him wonder. Of course he didn’t really even ponder the possibility of a party, because they had school tomorrow. He knew that from his note; they were starting classes tomorrow morning. Which was why he and his sister had arrived just in time to get settled in and all before school started. Once on the wanted floor, the two got out, again with Chase letting Kayla out first and he subsequently walked with her to room 8, where he stopped, smiling halfheartedly. “Looks like this is your stop, Kay,” he noted, one hand moving to mess up her hair. On that note, his half smile turned into a grin. “Hey, I heard music, so I’m thinking we put our bags in our allotted rooms and then go explore. Generally we should definitely take a look around.” Then he looked down the hall briefly, “I’ll be back in a sec.”

On that note, Chase made his way further down the hall, finding room 13 easily, on the other side from Kayla, but a bit too far down if you asked him. He didn’t much like being this far from her in a new place like this. You never knew what might happen. Hell, her roommate might be a psychopath and he’d be too far away to hear any commotion. She can handle herself you know, a more rational part of his brain interrupted, and he sighed, knowing that part was right. Still, he had trouble letting go of the anxiety he felt. He had always taken care of Kayla, not only because he felt protective, but because whenever they’d go out, his grandfather would gruffly tell him, “you take care of her, Chase.” And he always would. Hell, he’d gotten in fights with bastards who stepped out of bounds. Guys who started feeling her up, and seeing as Chase could so easily tell when she was uncomfortable, he’d always been there to shove the guy off. Thing was that they couldn’t usually use their powers in public, and physically his sister wasn’t that scary, honestly. So she’d needed him to be there. It might not be the same way here. Not that that would stop him.

He put his bags down in the room, looking around. It was pretty neat, he had to admit. But he’d have to look at things there later, so after a quick look at the bathroom, Chase moved out into the hallway once more and made his way towards room 8, home of Kayla Westley and her roommate, whose name Chase honestly couldn’t recall. He only hoped she wasn’t a psycho like part of him feared. Stopping by the room, he called out in a playful tone, “I’m back; you can stop missing me now.”

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Leo couldn't calm down, no matter what Amy was trying to say to him. How could he clam down, walking in on his girlfriend collapsed on the floor like that? His pregnant girlfriend! She wasn't fine - that was evident. There was no way that she was going to be able to convince him that she was okay, unless she got up and started doing the cha-cha slide, or some other crazy dance. He didn't want to calm down; he didn't really think that he could, anyway. She couldn't ask that of him. He wasn't as calm and collected as she was, especially when it came to something, or someone, that he cared about dearly. He was completely the opposite, in fact. Panicked, definitely. He tried to suppress it as much as he could, looking her straight in the eyes instead of letting them frantically search her body, and lowering the pitch of his voice when he spoke from a squeaky mouse, to his normal tone.

However, his eyes widened again when Amy told him that he believed the baby was feeding off of her powers. What? It was... the baby, his child, that was doing this to his beloved girlfriend? She was right; it did sound bad. He didn't like the sound of that at all, and he would definitely make sure that she didn't have to use her powers again, unless it was a dire emergency, until... the baby was born. He didn't want her doing anything at the moment, anything that would cause her to end up like this again. Would she be able to carry on with her teaching? Her nursing duties? He wasn't sure - the immortal teacher knew that his stubborn girlfriend would want to carry on as normal, and wouldn't listen to his protesting against it, but he believed it would be best for her, and their... child, a word he still had trouble thinking about, if she stayed as relaxed as possible.

Then, another thought came into his mind; how in the hell had she come to be like this? Had there been an injured student? Someone who had been seriously hurt, so badly that it had caused Amy to end up like this? Just as he was about to ask her about it, however, Amy started explaining the situation to him. Chris? She had put herself in this situation, because of Chris? What the hell were your thinking, Amy? How could you let yourself end up like this? You shouldn't have pushed yourself so far... All of these things bounced around Leo's mind, words he wanted to say out loud to her, but words that he suppressed. He wasn't going to upset her in this state - there was no way that he was going to add any more stress and worry to the woman that he loved. So, he just shook his head, and slowly moved so that he could pick his girlfriend up bridal style.

"Amy..." He sighed, wrapping his arms around her tight enough so that she wouldn't fall, "I understand." He told her, pressing his lips softly to her forehead, before making his way towards the bedroom in his apartment. "It's your nature to help people; just please, promise me something? Please, don't push yourself this far again. For me? And... for... the baby." He stammered out, laying her down gently on his bed, a comfortable place for her to rest; it had to be more comfortable than the floor, anyway. He then sat down next to her, on the edge of the bed, taking her hand into his. He linked their fingers together, hating the fact that she barely had the energy to even talk to him at the moment. "Promise?"






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As he held out the kebab stick for Lulu, Jackson watched her, smiling as she took a bite. She did it... quite erotically, surprisingly. It confused him to begin with; why was she doing that? There was no-one around, in particular Drake, that she would be doing that for- only him. However, it soon dawned on him that her eyes kept darting over towards the male, hoping he was watching, hoping that he was getting jealous of the two of them being together. The male held back a sigh, and forced that smile to stay on his face as she complimented the food, savouring the delicious tastes of the spices of the chicken.

Jack laughed softly when Lu said that there was nothing better than Jack Daniels; the comment seemed false when she was holding that bottle of rum so close to her heart. He knew that her favourite drink was rum, and she didn't have to make him feel any better about the situation that they were in, the situation that she didn't know about, by lying to him about the joys of Jack, the drink that his father had named him after. Stupid Irish man. Maybe that was why it was his drink of choice. As Lulu walked away, saying something about him being good to her, the male had to admit in his mind, that he really was. The reason behind that of course was his unrequited affection towards her, but she didn't know that. To her, he was probably just that friend who she could trust. The friend who would always be just that; her friend.

It took him a moment to register that she had returned, and was holding out a plastic cup filled with a shot of whiskey for him. He clinked the cup next to hers with a smile, "Who's better." He repeated, before downing the drink. He was usually one for savouring his drink, especially Jack Daniels, taking his time with the alcohol and letting it warm his stomach progressively. However, this was not going to be one of those time, was it? He was standing with the girl that his heart was devoted to, and every other second, her eyes were darting over towards a man who was playing around with her heart. Someone who wouldn't treat her right, someone who would end up hurting her, even if he didn't mean to.

He hated people who got intentionally drunk. There was no point in it, getting so paralytic that you forget how good the night was before, was there? Jackson only usually had enough alcohol to get him to his "merry Irish" point, where his Irish drawl became thicker, his smile became wider, and he just felt happy. And with the amount of alcohol that he had already drunk tonight, he was at that point. However, the happiness was being overshadowed by another feeling of just that; being overshadowed. "No-one's going to hate your guts, Lu." He sighed, putting down the cup, feeling as if this was going to be defining moment. He couldn't stand here any more with her, knowing that she was only half in the conversation, her eyes definitely searching elsewhere.

"Lu, I can't. I.... can't do... this, any more. I can't." Jackson began, running a hand through his messy hair. "I can't stand here pretending it's okay, that I like talking to you when I know all you want to be doing is talking to him. Your comment earlier, about me being better to you than anyone else - you know that's true. You know that he's just going to end up hurting you, and you still want him. That kills me, Lulu." Jackson paused for a moment in his admittance, and pressed his lips to her forehead, before letting his arm around her go loose and stepping away. "I care about you more than you'll ever know or appreciate, Lulu. I always have, and always will. You're beautiful, kind hearted, and the most amazing person that I have ever met; and you deserve so much better than... him." The male sighed again and took the moment to look into her eyes, his voice sincere and quiet. "I'm in love with you, Lulu."

However, before anything more could be said, McKenna arrived, interrupting the mood that he had set between himself and Lulu. He turned to look away from the woman whom he had just declared his love for and smiled softly towards McKenna. She was a good friend of his, someone who he liked to talk to occasionally, but he was not in the mood to talk to her after the conversation that he had just had. "Thank you, McKenna. You look very nice, and I hope you enjoy your night. I must excuse myself now, I apologize. Lulu, I hope you find someone to fix your door." The Irish man nodded at both of the women and then turned on his heel and and left, not want to wait around to see how his words had affected her. Instead, he was already regretting his decision, and wanted to take everything he had just said back, go back in time and stop himself from saying it. But, it was over now. It was finished. His friendship with Lulu would never be the same again, and he had just admitted his biggest secret to her - something he hadn't wanted to tell her, but it had finally just blurted out.

Well done, Jack. You've just ruined the best thing you ever had.






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Max Henderson was definitely not the easiest person to hide things from, that was for sure. And it wasn't just the fact that he could feel your emotions, either. The way that he could read body language and facial expression also helped him learn how people were feeling, helping him get through in this pain filled world. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that Corentine was upset, or at least angry, by the way that she was sitting, and the glares that were exhibited on her face, direction towards one male in the room in particular. He watched as she copied the moves that he had perfected over the years, downing shot after shot to try and null the emotions that were trying to take her over. That, he had picked up, just because it was his trademark move. His line of view was blocked momentarily by the stunning body of Esme pushing it's way between the two of them, but he decided to ignore her, just as she was going to do to him.

He took a second to watch her ass as she walked away, appreciating the body that he had run his hands over many a time, the ass that he had cupped as she bounced ... yeah, you get the picture. A smirk appeared on the male's lips as he downed the rest of his drink and waved his hand in a short movement, summoning over the bartender. "I'll have whatever she's having." He commented, gesturing over to Corentine - whatever she was drinking seemed to be working on her emotions, dulling them down to the point where she was beginning to loosen up slightly, a feeling that he wanted to know as well. He finished the whiskey quickly before the new drinks were soon placed in front of him and he copied her movements, downing two of them straight away, one after the other. The alcohol was a lot stronger than the vodka and whiskey that he had been drinking, and it hit him with a powerful punch.

Then, Max's hand was wandering up Corentine's bare thigh, his own excitement at where this was going to lead growing. The alcohol was quickly removing any other emotions that had been growing in his mind, dulling them down to a soft droning that he was slowly learning to ignore. A wave of sadness suddenly hit him and he downed another one of the shots, which quickly dulled the emotion down to a small whine. This stuff was good, he had to admit that. Nice work, Miss Quellen. Somehow, their bar-stools had been moved closer together, and it was now easy for Corentine to lean forward. The combined feeling of her lips nipping at his ear seductively, and her hand trailing it's way down his body caused a shiver to make it's way down the male's spine, his body responding to hers almost instantly.

The blunt answer that came out of her mouth almost made the male chuckle, and he down the last couple of his shots after she had leaned back. He followed her line of gaze as she turned, watching the male that she was so upset about walking out with one of his own usual fucks, and he could almost feel that wall of emotions that she was holding up so well, collapse to the ground. So, instead of letting that happen, the male got down from his seat and walked around behind her, holding out his hand for her to take. His lips came to rest against her ear as his deep, sultry voice whispered, "now that, I can help you with," before he softly nipped at the skin below her ear. "Care to follow me up to my room?"

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Amy could practically see the wheels turning in Leo’s head as she explained how she’d ended up in the condition he’d found her in, weak and tired, curled up on the floor. By the look on his face, Amy almost expected him to tell her off for being stupid, and more than that, she worried he’d blow up and take it out on Chris. Fortunately, however, Leo was better than that and instead just moved to pick her up. Once in his arms, Amy closed her eyes, sighing softly. Her head came to rest upon his shoulder as she finally relaxed, breathing in his scent and revelling in his heat. It felt good to be back in his arms like this considering the day she’d had. Things had been intense, and her head felt like it was about to blow. The day she’d had, well, she couldn’t think of days worse than this. She hated arguing with Leo as it was, so adding everything else to the list, the only positive thing to tell of, was meeting Chris again. Which had also resulted in her tapping herself out. She also knew that the blame for most of it, was on her shoulders, so she didn’t want a pity party. She just wanted to fall asleep in Leo’s arms and wake up a new day.

When Leo began talking finally, his arms tightening around her, Amy smiled weakly, loving him so much for not freaking out at her, loving him for knowing exactly what she needed; him, with her. She could feel when he began walking and figured he was either taking her to his couch, or to the bedroom. Most likely the bedroom since he probably knew she wouldn’t be awake for much longer, and the bed was by far more comfortable. She’d just slept three hours in a chair; a bed sounded like heaven to the young nurse. When he mentioned their baby, Amy’s violet eyes fluttered open. Was he on board? He wanted it too? Her eyes slowly looked over his face, attempting to read him. She thought maybe part of him did want to become a father, but she could also tell he was terrified of the idea. She thought maybe both the responsibility, but also the fact of the baby growing up and dying before him, was what pushed down on his shoulders presently. It worried her if she had to be honest, because she knew Leo would make an amazing, albeit slightly over protective father.

Soon, the brunette was placed on the bed, Leo sitting down on the edge next to her. A slight sigh of comfort escaped her as softness enveloped her, encasing her delicate body. The pillow below her head was heaven on earth. Her gaze sought out the man she loved, not able to stop looking at him now that she had started. She wanted to reply to him, but she had a feeling he wasn’t quite done talking, and she didn’t exactly have energy to waste as it was, so instead she watched him, waiting for him to finish saying what he needed to say. Another weak smile came onto her lips when he linked their fingers, that slight tingle of electricity still there despite her own fatigue. That amazed her, honestly. Then Leo asked her again, ”promise?”, and she nodded slowly, not quite sure what to say. He had surprised her a little by remaining calm. And she didn’t want to lose the baby either. Plus, Leo had asked her to take better care of herself, so though she had no clue where her limits here currently, she still couldn’t say no.

“I’ll try,” she said softly, looking up at him, breathing pattern heavy and a little laboured. “Just need to get used to my powers not being quite as… resourceful as usual.” With that, she offered another half smile, squeezing his hand weakly. “Baby, you need to go get some food. You haven’t eaten all day.” She said it mostly to get focus off of her, and also because he did indeed need to eat. There was no way she was going to be able to keep anything down currently herself, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t eat. Almost on second thought, Amy added, “then afterwards, could you maybe join me down here? Cuddling sounds amazing right now.” Admittedly, Amy’s voice was still weak and she knew she sounded completely off, but at least she was talking. That was better than nothing, right? All she knew was that she definitely needed to go to sleep early, and she didn’t want to sleep alone. Or… at least she didn’t want to lie in bed alone. Besides, she felt like after all the two had been through, they needed to mend things somehow. On top of that, the young teacher just felt like curling up in Leo’s arms.




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Cor didn’t miss the fact that Max’s gaze was directed at the same pair hers were. She knew he’d probably figured almost everything out now, aside from the details. He probably had the series of events lined out in his head right now, and he was probably right about all of his calculations. Somehow it only bothered Cor more that it had been Esme of all people Jay had chosen to head off with. She had never been more grateful for alcohol, because this thing with Jay… was breaking her. Not just her heart, but her as a whole. It felt like he was hammering at her, trying to break her into little pieces, and he was so damned close. The blonde had a feeling this was it between them. They had both gone so far; hurt each other so much, that they couldn’t go back. They just couldn’t, no matter how much she loved him. The thing was she only just realized that fact this exact moment. Watching Jay leave with Esme made Corentine realize exactly how messed up and lost things were, so she might as well stop fighting.

On that exact note, Cor’s purpose in being with Max, changed. She didn’t want to hurt Jay, she didn’t want revenge… she just wanted to feel better. She just wanted to pull herself back from breaking point and last time she had done that in two ways; screwing around like a whore, and spending a whole lot of time with Elijah. Of course that had only worked after her big breakdown, one she was desperate to avoid this time. Getting over Jay was a hell she didn’t want to go through, but even the stubborn bitch that she was, could recognize that it was time to throw in the towel. Jay didn’t want her and her alone. He wanted her… and a lot of others, and Cor just couldn’t live with that. She’d never be able to accept him looking at others like that, knowing that he’d love to be with them. One thing was for your boyfriend to look at others with appreciation, that made sense – she wasn’t going to stop looking at others either, but Cor knew how to read Jay, and the way he looked at Esme for instance, or Lulu, or Addie… she could tell it was more. That was what scared her shitless.

She took a deep breath after a little while, once the two had turned a corner and were out of sight. Her heart was pounding out of control and her breathing pattern was slightly uneven, so she was rather frazzled when Max’s heady, seductive voice sounded right by her ear, accompanied by the feeling of lips she had kissed many times. She hadn’t even noticed him moving from his barstool at her side, so her head moved swiftly to look at him, her eyes looking into his, light blue against dark blue. Her lips were slightly parted until her brain registered who was in front of her, at which point his lips were nipping on the skin bellow her ear, a very sensitive area to the blonde. She took a deep breath, biting down on her lower lip. Max was definitely the right person for her to go to, she decided as she looked up at him, her hand moving into his almost by itself. In the same movement, Cor slip down from her stool, her body almost gliding against Max’s due to the proximity.

Then the blonde placed her free hand on Max’s chest, slowly beginning to walk and push him at the same time, in the direction of the stairs that’d take them upstairs to the living quarters… more specifically the teachers’ quarters. She wasn’t actually allowed to be in there, but who cared? It wasn’t like Leo was going to do jack about it. Cor hadn’t spoken a word, mostly because she didn’t trust her own voice not to break if she did. She was worried speaking even a little would set about the second break down of her life. And in front of Max? Hell no. This vulnerability he’d seen tonight so far was plenty in her books. Rather Max than some others, sure, but if she was going to cry, she was definitely going to make sure she was alone. As she moved, she noticed Erin storming off, away from Drake, out of the corner of her eye, but for once Cor wasn’t mentally capable of containing more. Besides, Erin had rid herself of Cor’s friendship just earlier that night.

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The merlot was cooler than she would have liked though the evening was fresh. Katia sipped at her wine casually, draining the wide rimmed glass quicker than she normally would have. The dancer reclined in her seat with her legs crossed, her left sitting on her knee. Her posture was relaxed and her facial expression quite amused as she watched Max Henderson get tossed something by the bartender while a troubled looking blond student next to him started talking to him. They flirted, that much was plain to see. It was disconcerting for her, knowing that he was a teacher, but Leo had explained that he had been a student the year before. Still, she sat and heavily considered intervening. Katia just wasn’t sure how to go about it. That and it was entertaining to watch because another girl got in on the mix. Unable to hear and unknowing of their names, Katia was pleased to fill in the details. People watching was a great pastime and she was amused as she imagined the exchange. Temptation was ever present to act out the scene she saw in her head. Locking in on their bodies and maneuvering them when they were drunk would be so easy. With limited inhibitions and will power, they were like marionettes. It would all be too easy.

"You got the short straw, hmm?" a male voice asked her. Startled, Katia sat upright in her chair, her leg shifting so that her feet were crossed at the ankle. “Hmm?” she hummed, shifting her glass as she moved so that she didn’t spill it’s contents. Looking over to her side she was face to face with a dark haired young man, likely her age. His jaw was square with just a hint f stubble. Katia couldn’t deny that he smelt fresh and as her eyes scanned his outfit doing a New York once over she felt her interest suddenly captured. He was hot.

“Well, apparently they can add sub-clauses into a contract,” Katia replied with a smirk, shrugging off his comment as she shifted in her seat towards him so that her arm could swipe the bottle of wine that she’d set on the grass beside her chair. It was an unintentional move for as she bowed forward the collar of her shirt bowed and he was given a brief view down her shirt. Within a second she had the bottle in hand and she sat upright and forward, refilling her glass. “So who are you? Should I be worried about you being some psychopath?” she asked with a sideways glance of curiosity.

"I'm Christopher Russell, PE Teacher, extra-curricular supervisor, and general show-off, but you can call me Chris," he replied, his smile widening as he winked at her. Katia’s smirk grew wider and she exhaled a short breath to hide her desire to laugh lightly.

“I’m Katia Hunt,” she introduced herself. “I’ll be teaching PE, Dance and Music. Was just hired and I was told that I need to babysit Mr. Henderson.”

The dancer looked back over to the bar, her smile shortening as she realized that Max had stood and was preparing to leave…with the blond student. “Do I let him get off? I don’t know if I want to get up,” she wondered aloud, looking over at Chris directly to get a closer look at his face. "Besides, watching these students grind and grope on the dance floor is also making me cringe a little. The dancer in me dies when I see that...dry humping."

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Rebecca’s day had been a tad too weird for her liking. Generally all this moving around and insecurity was getting to her, nerves standing on end. She didn’t like it. The assembly earlier had been informal, and a tad worrying as well. As a woman who had been enrolled at first Arcana, then Noctrem, Rebecca had decent knowledge of the school differences, and she could just tell that this whole roommates-mess would be going south way too soon. Leo would’ve been better off changing them, but she supposed time was an issue too. She sighed, steadying the human sized punching ball she had been taking her frustrations out on, hugging it calmly. She’d gone down to the gym after the pop music from the student party going on had come to give her a headache. She wasn’t in a bad mood per se, but she was rather distracted and maybe a tad too pensive. She wasn’t the most social of people so instead of seeking out company, the female teacher had found her way down to her new favorite companion; the punching bag situated in the school gym. The only time she’d really ever find people to be around was Friday evenings.

Why Fridays? Well, those were the days Donny would leave her at her aunt’s to stay the night. Said aunt would always be passed out on the couch, and since she had been old enough to stop herself from being lonely on Fridays, she always had. Just one of the many twitches her brain did due to her past. She watched the red punching bag for a little while, before taking a few steps back, her body falling into that familiar stance; feet positioned about shoulder-width apart, left foot in front of the other, and her hands up near the sides of her face. Then, movements quick and practiced, Rebecca began a series; jab cross, stomp kick, jab cross, roundhouse kick, spinning back kick, jab cross… and so forth. The blonde kept right on going, her ponytail swinging wildly with every move. The teacher’s outfit was starting to absorb the sweat caused by her kickboxing moves and she had already removed the jacket. It wasn’t even a complicated series, but Rebecca recognized that she was a bit out of practice.

That was the thing with kickboxing; it wasn’t something you just did. You had to keep in perfect shape to keep up, and during their stay in the motel, Rebecca’s options had been rather limited. She had taken a run every morning, but she hadn’t been able to get near a decent punching bag, and she small ones boxers usually used would not do for kickboxing. Getting back at it felt amazing. Finally, after another ten minutes of constant jabs and kicks, the blonde, breathing heavily now, stopped, steadying the bag once more, a satisfied grin on her face, her body shining with sweat. “That’ll have to do for tonight,” she mused aloud, patting the punching bag before moving to pick up her jacket and sports bag. Then she padded into the dressing room, quickly washing herself down before throwing on her bikini. She put her hair back up in its ponytail, picked up her things and made her way down to the indoor swimming pool; the one intended for academic usage. Mostly because that was the better one when it came to actual swimming instead of playing around.

Rebecca dropped her things by one of the chairs before taking a swan dive into the pool, her body soon moving in its usual swimming pattern, switching between butterfly, crawl, and backstroke. By now she was so used to her preferred form of exercise that her body had begun remembering the movements by itself, which meant her brain was completely relaxed as her legs and arms brought her back and forth between each far end of the pool. In the morning she figured her mind might finally be ready to do some actual work. Which would be an advantage considering the party going on. If she knew her students, and she did, she was going to have a lot of managing to do. Steven wasn’t going to be happy with her sending so many students his way, but hey, he could take that up with Leo or at least someone who actually cared.




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Drake merely took a sip of his whiskey before nodding slightly, his eyes capturing hers, when Ashy began talking, almost starting to lecture her. He didn’t say anything, but really he thought it amusing that the girl considering him and Erin more than friends. They were less than friends. That was the thing. She was a chick he fucked. Why did everyone think that meant he considered the girl a friend? Was that how it worked for everyone, because it didn’t seem that way to Drake. Then again, some were probably lying about the “friends” part. Hell, a lot of people did folks they didn’t even know. Was it then so wrong of him to fuck a girl he knew, but didn’t necessarily care about? Drake didn’t personally think so, but then again, his morality was oftentimes a tad fucked up. Anyway, Ashy trailed of easily enough, the outrage ebbing from her pretty eyes. Ah, sweet success. Sometimes people were a bit too predictable though. Especially little wallflowers like Ashleigh Fox. So easily manipulated by people who had even the slightest idea of what to do. This was child’s play to the male.

Slowly the look in her eyes changed, however, into something Drake recognized quite well. He couldn’t stop a seductive smirk from playing at his lips in response. So when Ashy asked him what he was doing to her, Drake chuckled easily, watching the familiar blush creep across her face. “Well,” he began, voice a seductive, dark purr, “that depends what you’re thinking of.” With that, he let his eyes do a tour of her body, just for effect, his smile growing once he reached her eyes again. At this point, the blonde dropped her gaze and Drake took the time to take a sip of his whiskey, feeling it glide its way down like silk. When the blonde looked back up, Drake smiled wryly. It was just too funny. She was going to check on Erin was she? Because Erin was her responsibility? That was bloody hilarious. “Well, you do need it,” Drake teased when Ashy asked him to wish her luck on handling his sister and Erin, especially if the two were going to be at odds now. Suddenly Drake felt happy to be in a different House.

Drake’s eyes had turned to watching the scene between Lulu and Jackson when he felt someone take his drink from his hand. Eyebrows raised, he turned his gaze to the thief; Ashy. Who… was actually taking a sip, probably mostly as a demonstrative gesture, because she sure didn’t look like she was enjoying it… considering the minimal sip she had taken. So when she commented, he laughed. He had to say the move surprised him a little, which only made it funnier. Of course on top of the fact that she looked like a stubborn child trying to take a stand with a parent because she wasn’t getting her way and wanted to be more “grown up”. “If that’s your point,” he countered easily, teasing her again, “you should probably drink the whole thing.” She quickly made her excuses after that and hurried away from him, more or less running off. He laughed again, not able to help himself. It was simply too precious. He watched her walk for a little bit before remembering Lulu and Jackson. The two had seemed quite tense for a bit there. Lulu looking uncomfortable, Jackson looking miserable. Now Lulu was leaving McKenna.

What the hell? Was everyone going to be miserable messes today? His sister, Erin, Jackson and Lulu, and he’d briefly noted Zac storming off, leaving a very drunk Mo. Well, Max was managing his sister, apparently, Ashy was going to try and deal with Erin, he could tell Alli was with Mo, but that was it. Jackson was off to himself and probably wanted to stay that way right now, and Lulu… well… he let his dark eyes follow her, and quickly gathered she was heading upstairs… with both Jack D and his rum. Someone wanted to get pissed, huh? She wasn’t getting drunk alone, he soon decided. He actually wanted her company back, and he was growing curious as to what had just happened. The male took his time drinking the rest of his whiskey, also giving Lulu the time to calm herself down a bit. Once he finished his drink a while later, Drake put a bit of money on the counter; tips for the bartender, but kept the glass as he followed Lulu’s path to the living quarters. He was counting on her being in her own room, which… probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do when you were drunk, considering how the place had splinters everywhere.

As he made his way to Lulu and Alli’s room, he thought things over. What did he even want with Lulu? With a bit of alcohol comfortably coursing through his blood, he felt his mind clearing somewhat. He knew he wanted Lulu’s company, he knew he wanted to treat her well make sure she didn’t get herself hurt. He also knew that he wanted to kiss her. Badly. Concluding on this, he gathered he was probably pretty into the girl. They were strange emotions that he wasn’t used to, but part of him liked the way it made him feel when he was with Lulu. He ran a hand through his hair just as he turned a corner, making Lulu visible. What was she doing on the floor outside her room? As he got closer yet, his pace picking up, he noticed her crying and surprisingly… it sent a stabbing jolt through his heart. Though that feeling too, was new, Drake knew what it meant; seeing Lulu like this wasn’t something he ever wanted to again. She had his rum practically glued to her lips too.

Instead of saying something though, Drake gently pried the alcohol from her hands when he reached her. He put the bottle and his glass down a little bit away from them and squatted down in front of her before he moved his hands up to brush the blonde hair out of her now moist face. “Lulu, what the hell are you doing?” He asked her, worry shining in his voice, his dark eyes taking on a considerable glint of concern too. He didn’t even care to cover it up; he just wanted the girl in front of him to feel better. Seeing her like this was also hurting him. He had no idea how to deal with any of this, but he was all she had right now, so he’d try. He was a piss poor excuse for a comfort, though, that much he knew, but maybe Lulu’s feeling for him would at least help him a little here. He moved both his thumbs up to wipe away her tears, looking into her eyes. “What happened?” The whole thing was disconcerting, because he had literally never cared when he had seen others crying. Never. Suddenly, just because it was Lulu, his heart was supposed to hurt with every beat?

If this was all there was to caring, why would anyone want it? Were people really slaves to their emotions this way?

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Leo wasn't sure what his girlfriend was thinking at the moment, but the immortal teacher definitely wasn't the better man that she thought him to be. At this precise moment in time, he wanted to go and kill Chris, put all of his Spartan training into action and take it out on the one man who had made him feel jealousy for the first time in his life, and the man who had put his beloved Amy in such a state. However, he knew he couldn't tell her that right now. He obviously wasn't going to do it; he would never hurt someone again after how many people he had killed in the past, but he just didn't want to tell her how he was feeling - it would upset her, definitely, and she would get stressed out about him instead of the person she had to worry about, which was herself. So, the male stayed quiet, keeping his feelings wrapped up inside, carrying her quietly into the bedroom.

The immortal male felt a small smile twitch at the corner of his lips when Amy nodded, telling him that she wouldn't push herself this far, promising him. "Thank you." He whispered to her softly, bringing her soft, porcelain knuckles up to his lips and kissing them gently. He felt like he had to be so careful with her, barely touching her - she looked as if she was about to break at any minutes, and she was just so pale; she looked like a ghostly version of her usual self, and Leo just didn't like it. It terrified him, and even though he was doing his best to hide from her how scared he was about her condition, he was sure that she had picked up on how he was feeling. Amy had always been good at that; reading him. She had always been the one person he didn't mind reading him.

He didn't speak when Amy spoke to him, explaining that it would take time for her to get used to her powers being weaker, at least for a while. But, then, she turned the conversation onto him, worrying about him. "Oh no, you don't." He smiled, squeezing her hand lightly, playfully. "I'm not going to leave your side, at least for a little while, Amy. Once your asleep, I'll make myself a quick sandwich or something. Please, don't worry about me. If you had seen how long I've had to go without food in the past, you'd realize that a few hours is fine for me." Leo let go of her hand then, and slowly made his way around the other side of the bed, his side. He laid down on the bed as gently and slowly as possible, as not to jolt his girlfriend around. He then opened up his arms, letting Amy get herself comfortable. "You were right; cuddling is amazing." He sighed, a smile on his lips once more - genuine, this time. He pressed his lips softly to her forehead, and slowly, very slowly, his hand moved. Hesitantly, the immortal Leo moved his hand from his side and laid it gently on his girlfriend's stomach.






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Erin sighed.

Her bottle was nearly empty - just like everything else around her. Her heart, her mind, the entire gazebo that she was sitting in tonight. There was literally no-one around that she could talk to now. She had briefly thought about going to find Jade, her second best friend, but she hadn't seen any sign of the girl that night, and if she was here, Addison would be with her - one person she really didn't want to talk to any more. The girl was uncomfortable, cold, and just feeling rather down, at the moment. She pulled her leather jacket closer around her shoulders, and pulled up her legs underneath her, keeping them warm with her own body heat.

Then, there was movement near her, and for a brief moment, the girl thought that maybe, just maybe, someone had actually come to apologize to her. But, then, a cute, soft, shaky little voice hit her ears and she turned her head to look across at Ashy. Ashleigh Fox wanted to come and sit with her? The girl who had just seen her be utterly humiliated in front of everyone? However, the girl wasn't one for pushing away any company right now, and she just nodded once, gesturing to the seats all around her. "There's no-one else here." She sighed, letting her eyes gaze across the large gazebo. "As soon as I came in, everyone left. They're all petrified of me, you know. But, I'm not the crazy Hulk girl that everyone thinks I am. I have control. Well, at least some. And it only happens when I'm really angry anyway." A problem with Erin drinking was that she did ramble, but right now, she didn't care. Anyone being there to talk to was better than her drinking and pining the night away alone, at least in her eyes.

"So," the blonde sighed, shifting properly in her seat so that she was looking at the girl that she had never really spoken to before, a girl that she had once laughed at because of her aversion to alcohol and sexual activities, but someone who at the moment, she was really beginning to envy. She wanted Ashy's life; one that wasn't so complicated and dark, a life that wasn't filled with heartbreak, and trysts in the woods with handsome men who had control over shadows, and one that wasn't so alone, and filled with people that hated her. The girl twisted the lid off of her drink once more and placed it on the table in front of her; she wasn't going to be replacing it any time soon. She wanted the rest of this expensive drink in her system, and she wasn't really going to stop until it was empty. After another long sip of the drink, which was now almost empty, she carried on with the sentence that she had started minutes ago.

"What happened to Mister Happy, eh? Couldn't take five minutes out of his busy schedule to come and apologize for his fucking actions? Wasn't like I expected him to anyway; I'm much lower down on his list of "things that he cares about" than most people think. I'm nothing to him other than a worthless girl who he can get a fuck out of, am I?"






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Yeah, Max wasn't stupid. He was a terrible drunkard, and an emotionless bastard, but he wasn't stupid. Whatever was going on between Corentine and Jaysin was clearly affecting the girl in front of him more than she was truly letting on; not that he expected her to be all open and chatty with him about her personal problems, but she had to know that it was futile hiding things like this from him. So, what the male had had in his head for the night's plan was quickly changing, to something he would rather not be doing. He wasn't too impressed with the situation - he didn't like being the one to sort things out that weren't his problem to begin with, but he wasn't that much of a dick to leave her in a state like this.

Standing behind her, Max finished creating his new plan, his lips against her ear, inticing her towards him. He knew that Corentine needed some sort of release right now, and she wanted to use him sexually for that. Usually, the guy wouldn't care about how she was feeling inside and would take her body the same way that she was taking his, but tonight he just felt different. He knew that if something happened between the two of them that night, he would regret it as it would probably destroy her emotionally. He couldn't have that on his shoulders; no fucking way. So, he was going to have to get emotionally invested in this situation. Brilliant.

Soon, the gorgeous blonde was pushing him towards the stairs which would take them both to his bedroom, her hand on his chest, directing him. The male kept up his pretense, a flirtatious smirk situation on his lips, and he made his way to her side, wrapping his arm around, his fingers dancing on the base of her spine, just above her ass, touching the bare skin showing through her form-fitting dress. No words were spoken between the two of them as he led her, this time, towards the teachers quarters, the sound of their breathing and their shoes on the linoleum floor the only noise breaking the silence. It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the door which adjoined the two sections of quarters together, teacher and student, and he took a brief look around to check for other teachers before pulling out his key and opening the door.

Within a minute, Max was opening the door to his own room, closing it behind the blonde when he was sure that she was inside comfortably. Then, he dropped his arm from around her waist, and stood by his door, looking at her. How was this going to go down, he wondered? Probably not well, that was for sure. She was going to hate him for prying into her life, but the man felt oddly worried about her right now. She definitely wasn't herself. "Corentine," he breathed, his voice quiet and gentle, a tone of voice that he usually used when he was speaking to someone in his office, "what's wrong?"

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As Cor and Max made their way towards the teachers’ quarters, the blonde knew something odd was up with him. Sure, his smile was the same, and his hand on the small of her back was a teasing touch much like those he would often deliver in public, but still… something was just not quite right about the way he moved. He didn’t move like someone who was about to have a great fuck. She couldn’t quite figure out what was on his mind, and that was just typical Max. Her alcohol affected brain, however, soon discarded the observations. She was drunk, hurting and paranoid. It was Max. Of course he wanted sex. He always wanted sex. It’d be downright creepy if he didn’t. So she kept right on letting the handsome teacher lead the way, her body his to move. She stayed quiet, and fortunately so did he. It wasn’t like this was anything new for the two, and Cor really wasn’t in the mood for further conversation. She’d had enough of that. She was sick of talking. Talking was what had landed her here in the first place. If she had just stuck to her original plan and fucked Jay without it getting emotional, none of this would have happened.

She was sick of acting too, so her smile had disappeared, leaving her eyes cold and empty, yet with that broken hint of sadness that was threatening to swallow her up if she didn’t force it off of her very soon. Hence her current activities. When Max locked both of them into first the teachers’ quarters, then what she assumed was his room, she just followed like a good little puppy, which in itself was so unlike her. She felt like a zombie, just following Max. She hoped with all of her heart that something physical would bring her back. However, as she looked around the room, noting how nice the place actually was, Max spoke. First, her name, and she turned as if on cue, about to walk towards him too when he asked her ”what’s wrong?” The young blonde almost stopped breathing in shock for a moment there, but soon collected herself, her eyes suddenly glaring at Max. Her hair began swaying softly as her powers picked up of their own accord. This was not supposed to happen. Max wasn’t supposed to give a shit about her feelings or anything really besides her body. She was a bitch for a god damn reason! She had the friends she needed for talking.

What she needed right now was not talking, it was recovering, and knew one sure way of doing it. Talking wasn’t one of them, and it pissed her off that he was just messing up everything. What? He thought he could get her up here and then have a little heart to heart because he just cared about her so much and wanted to help her feel better? What mostly pissed her off was the way it made her feel; sad and on the god damn edge. If Corentine had been swaying before, she was falling now and she could feel tears pressing on, the unnatural indoors wind picking up even more, whipping around the room, knocking things off of shelves. There was no stopping it now. “You know what, Max? If I’d wanted the god damn counselor, I would have come during fucking office hours!” She sneered, the first tear falling. She took one step forward before simply stopping, the wind disappearing as her eyes ran over with tears, her heart aching unbearably. The wall she thought she had built so securely was crumbling at her feet, and the blonde couldn’t breathe through the lump in her throat threatening to suffocate her. She heaved as tears fell uncontrollably, trailing down her cheeks like they hadn’t in so long.

He entire body was trembling and she felt weak in the knees, so weak she almost fell onto the floor, her hands hammering onto the wood as she cried, her body trembling, and she couldn’t stop. So instead, Cor let it all out, her head falling forward, shoulders hunched as her arms supported her upper body, nails digging into the floor. “Fucking… asshole” she managed to choke out, her heart hurting like never before. Her words were intended both for Jay and Max. This hurt so much more than last time, and she couldn’t make it stop. She needed… she just needed to stop. She needed Jay. She needed him more than anything, and he was somewhere, probably busy with Esme. As the thought hit, another round of crying did too, and it all started over, her throat sore and thick with sorrow already. How could she still keep going? If she was lucky, she’d faint from her inability to breathe through the hurt. At least that would make it stop for a while. All she could feel was loss, and she was miserable; all she could think of was Jay and how impossible it all was. How much he didn’t want to be with just her. Yet her heart was screaming for him to fill out the big, black hole he had left in it.

“He’s breaking me,” she said through the tears, the lump in her throat and the utter miserable situation she found herself in. Hell, she didn’t even know why she was saying anything to Max. He was one of the worst functioning people she knew, yet he was to handle her problems? It would have made her laugh if she wasn’t so busy crying her eyes out, tears dripping from her cheeks onto the floor.




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Drake watched Lulu attentively, looking into her eyes, secretly making sure they weren’t completely glazed over, but she was still lucid. Fortunately. Since when did Lulu even drink like this? Apparently she did when she was upset, and she began answering his brain instinctively started to puzzle the pieces together, figuring out head from tail in her explanation as to what was going on. He had more or less ignored her previous words, mostly because he didn’t have anything to say in this moment. Hell, he had enough troubles figuring out what to do without her little comments. Usually he loved them, but right now she was frustrating him. On top of that, he was now learning that Lulu had once been in love with Jack. Well, that added entirely new depth to their friendship, didn’t it? Because Drake could tell Jack had a thing for Lulu now. Had he always had one? No, Lulu soon answered without knowing it, when she told him about a Beth and a move.

So Lulu had been in love with an unknowing Jack, who had found someone else and moved away. As a result, Lulu had gotten over him, and what then? How was that upsetting? Unless… no… it couldn’t be. Jack wouldn’t just come out and tell her, would he? He frowned slightly as he watched the blonde wiggling her way into his heart. She had trailed off, as if knowing she wasn’t actually explaining what was wrong to him, but Drake had a pretty good idea as it was. Still, when she came out and said it, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. Then she added ”all I can think about is you.” A sentence that made Drake look at her more closely, his dark eyes gazing into hers for what felt like forever. How did anyone respond to that? Sure, he knew Lulu had feeling for him – that wasn’t what surprised him. Was startled the dark male was the fact that she had come right out and said it for once. This changed the game. His issue right now was the fact that she appeared to be upset about it.

To Drake it seemed that Lulu was eating herself up with guilt about not reciprocating Jack’s feelings, which was just stupid. It wasn’t like she could help who she fell for. If he’d gotten to choose, he wouldn’t have fallen for anyone, but he was completely helpless, and so was Lulu. Your heart never really listened to reason. Hell, if it did, he was sure Lulu wouldn’t be in love with him. She was bright enough to know that he was bad news, yet she remained interested. Drake sighed, but that was all he got to say before her hands were clenching his shirt and he raised an eyebrow, one hand brushing gently through her hair, his eyes slightly mystified, but also still a little worried. Most of all though, they were showing something so unusual to the male; care. Part of him wanted to laugh at Lulu, despite how cruel it was, but that was that little part of him still not recognizing the fact that he didn’t want to play with her feelings. Not really.

Instead, Drake wanted to show her that he cared. He couldn’t say it yet, he knew that much, but he knew how to show it. So Drake moved his hands to Lulu’s hips, gently pulling her up with him, before he smoothly moved them around her, his arms wrapping effectively around her, both to keep her up, but also just to hold her close. Then, his dark eyes fixed on her bright ones, Drake pressed Lulu softly up against the wall. Only then did he move his head, lips grazing her ear, hot breath dancing over her sensitive skin as he whispered, “you need to stop torturing yourself over things you can’t help anyway.”It wasn’t much comfort, but he personally thought it was a pretty good advice. With that, he finally brought his lips down to meet Lulu’s, his arms tightening around her. It was a soft kiss, much unlike those he had previously given. Not that Drake kissed a lot. For instance, he had never kissed Erin. Yet Drake knew in his gut that this was better. The tingle the simple contact sent through him told him as much. It was like their bodies themselves had been waiting for precisely this.





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Amy knew instantly that it wasn’t going to work. He wasn’t going to let her turn the subject onto him. More so, she wasn’t going to get him to take care of himself rather than watch her as if she was about to fall over and die. So, she was a little tired, and a tad too weak, but she wasn’t dying… probably. No. She wasn’t. She was just pregnant with the child of two individuals who both had powers and it just happened to live off of her powers too. To be honest, after saying it out loud to Leo, she had felt a pang of fear herself. What exactly was she carrying? She had no idea, except it was of course a baby. All she knew was that, and the fact that this wasn’t natural. So many maybes and insecurities. Questions she needed answered, and she could only hope that her mum was able to help, because honestly her grams would have been the ultimate help here. Instead the one woman she knew had the same powers as her, was dead and forever out of reach. Suddenly she missed the woman all over again.

When he squeezed her hand and spoke, she sighed anyway though, just to let him know she wasn’t too happy with him just brushing it off like that. She let him talk then, listening, but not really paying much attention. Her ability to concentrate was waning ever so slowly, slipping out of her grasp just like her remaining energy. “You’re being silly, Leo. I’m not dying here… I’m just a little worn down… and pregnant.” She cast him a little, weak smile as his hand left hers, knowing he wasn’t about to go into the kitchen no matter what she said right now. Silly, protective, worrying man. She could tell he wasn’t nearly as calm and collected as he let on and she wasn’t all that surprised; Leo tended to panic when it came to her. Even when they’d just been friends, he’d be overly worrying whenever she wasn’t feeling too happy a day. He’d be the first person to ask her if everything was okay. She loved him for it, but right now it really wasn’t all that healthy. She was only relieved he hadn’t freaked out completely yet, but she knew he was only holding it together for her benefit. She forced herself to turn in the bed when she felt him moving into it, and laughed softly at the utterly slow and careful pace.

“You’re acting like I’m made of fragile glass.” She commented, somehow mustering up the energy to add a playful touch to her voice as she smiled, her lips bending just enough to give off the shadow of one anyway. She paused for a minute as Leo positioned his arms for her to cuddle into. Part of her didn’t want to, because he hadn’t eaten anything all day, and he needed to, but she couldn’t quite resist temptation and stubbornly spent the majority of her energy moving into a comfortable position, cuddling close, her lips falling into a relaxed smile effortlessly, her body able to relax completely once more. The smile grew slightly when Leo commented on the cuddling. “Of course I’m right,” she murmured quietly, closing her eyes, remembering the sight of Leo’s genuine smile. It was one of the best sights she knew, and it was great falling asleep to. Her head rested on his arm, her body curled into his. Then his lips were on her forehead, and the female was almost asleep when Leo’s hand finally reached its destination, coming to rest on her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open then and she looked up at him hazily, that soft, weak smile back on her face almost by itself.

Her stomach already had a small bump; she’d noticed it earlier when she had been sitting on the floor, but hadn’t paid it much mind. Now, however, Leo was turning her attention towards. The hand resting on the bed just beside her stomach made its way up to rest on Leo’s as she looked up at him. “I know it’s fast,” she said quietly then, her voice not much more than a whisper.

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Despite how awkward he was feeling about his entire situation with Amy, Leonardo was actually feeling quite relaxed, laying here on the bed with her, his hand resting delicately on her stomach which was already beginning to support a small bump. She was right; this was going to go extremely fast. Her... situation wasn't going to be hideable for long, and they really needed to have a serious conversation about what they were going to do about it. He looked into her eyes as she turned to gaze at him, smiling down softly at her. "It is." He sighed softly, feeling Amy's hand move to rest gently on top of his. He was so confused about the situation that the two of them had been thrust into. He didn't understand what he was supposed to do, or feel right now, and he was completely out of his comfort zone.

It had been little over a week since that night in his office where their feelings for each other had come out onto the surface, and now, there was a pregnancy, and jealousy, and Leo was completely at a loss. Everything was different now, that there was a child involved, that the two of them had created a life together. Leo hadn't even been sure that he was able to father a child, due to his entire body having stopped changing or aging. But, now, his theories that he couldn't have a child had been disproved, hadn't they? His hand stayed on her stomach as he silently laid there, drifting off into his own little world of thoughts and day dreams. What was he going to be like as a father anyway? The immortal headmaster had never imagined himself as a father, throwing up a little baby into the air, smiling as he played with it, rocking it to sleep in his arms. His entire life had consisted of war, death, and doing whatever the hell he wanted to whenever he wanted to - and now everything was going to change.

"Amy..." Leo sighed, coming out of his little reverie to return her gaze, his voice little more than a whisper as he spoke, "What are we going to do? This is... so confusing, so different... I have no freaking idea what's going on, and it's terrifying me." The Spartan had always been a proud man; that was the way that he had been raised, never to admit defeat, worry or weakness. But he felt differently around Amy, and telling her everything that he was feeling was slowly becoming normality to him. She would listen to him and not judge him. Ever. That was just one of the many things that he loved about his beautiful Amy Roerig.





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It would have been obvious to the drunkest person in the room that poor little Ashy was uncomfortable sitting around her, but Erin really wasn't in the mood to comment on that at the moment. Instead, she was rather happy with the woman's company, and almost found it cute that she was sweet enough to care about her own stupid well-being. Ashy seemed to be an extremely caring person with a maternal instinct that rivaled the lioness, and the blonde was slightly curious as to why she was wasting her time and talents on a girl like her; someone who had bullied her along side Cor for the past month and a bit. She wasn't as bad as her bitch of a best friend when it came to bullying, but she had always stuck by her side and laughed along with her jibes and jokes; it almost made her feel bad that she had been mean to someone as cute as Ashy here.

Erin snorted softly when Ashy said that Drake didn't seem like the sort of person who liked apologizing. Of course he wasn't, any idiot could see that. He was a dickhead, the biggest prick in the entire universe, but yet, he still had a pull over her heart strings. She hated it, the way that his smile made her knees melt ever so slightly, the way that his hands on her body made her never want to be with another man again. She looked up from the bottle she was gazing into when Ashy spoke again, this time about how Drake made her melt, how he made her feel like she wasn't in control over her own body, that he was her puppet master. "That's because he has a gift, Ash." She sighed, looking down at the drink that the cute little blonde had placed by her feet. Awh, cute. "He has a way to make every girl that looks into his eyes melt into his arms, fall into his trap where he keeps them. I've been there for years, so you can believe me."

The blonde moved to take the drink, putting her bottle down in the place that the orange juice had been sitting. She then took a sip of the refreshing juice, the sweet taste replacing that of the stale whiskey in her mouth. "Drake takes pride in the way that he can control women, and the way that none of them can get back into his mind in return." She sighed, putting the juice back down on to the floor. "I care about him more than I fucking should, and it makes me feel weak, and pathetic. I know he's never even going to see me as a friend, let alone someone he can actually trust, and all he sees is my body and my sex drive."

"I hate it too."





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To: McKenna

Don't worry about it, McKenna. I needed to excuse myself from the conversation anyway. Don't worry your pretty little head about anything. x

From: Jack (:



Of course, McKenna had interrupted the conversation between himself and Lulu, but Jackson was almost glad that she had done it. He had wanted to get out of the conversation, and excusing himself in that way had seemed like the best way to do so without seeming rude or insensitive. Well, he had already been insensitive, in the way that he had told Lulu his feelings for her, but with alcohol coursing through his system, Jackson Murphy just became more and more brutally honest. It hadn't seemed like the best moment for him to tell her that, or in the best way, but he couldn't deal with her eyes gazing at Drake any more in the middle of their conversations; how she would always talk to him about how Drake made her feel, and then cuddle him and tell him that he was a great friend...

His mind went back to a time in the past, where he was walking through the woods with Lulu, back in the small town where they both had lived at one point, about a year after they had met and become friends. Everything was perfect that day, it was the middle of summer, they had both gone out into the woods and sat in a glade that they had discovered, and had shared a picnic. It really had been one of the best times that Jackson had ever had in his life, they were smiling, and joking, and holding each other as friends did. But whilst they were sitting there in the woods, Jackson felt the way he felt about Lulu change right there and then; the way that he saw her changed that day when a stream of sunlight came through the trees, illuminating her beautiful face as if she was some sort of angel, fallen from the sky, being bathed in light. He had brushed away a strand of her hair then, moving it out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear, letting the light move onto her cheek. She looked absolutely beautiful; the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen.

But that was how far their relationship was going to go. After tucking her hair behind her ear, Jackson thought about leaning in to kiss her, to tell her how beautiful she looked, and then pressing his lips against hers, sealing his words with his actions. But he didn't. He couldn't do that to her. Jackson had never stayed in one place more than three years, which meant that he only had about one and a half left before his family would move on to another town, another army base, and another life. He cared too much about Lulu to do that to her, to show her how much he cared about her, and then to only have a limited time with her before it was all taken away. He had done that before, in a previous town, and it had broken the girl that he had left. He didn't want to see Lulu upset; that would break him. So instead, he created a plan. A plan to keep their relationship the way it was, to get rid of the small look of affection in Lulu's eyes that he had reflected in his own, to keep their feelings for each other at bay. He started dating another girl that they were friends with; Beth. Hopefully, seeing him with another girl would stop Lulu from ever developing anything more than a small crush for him. It was harsh on both of them, but he just didn't want to ever see her upset.

Jackson snapped his head up as he heard a pair of heels making their way over to him, and a soft voice hit his ears. He just looked up at her as she spoke, a sarcastic comment about making a girl walk in heels too big for her hitting his ears. Really, Jackson wasn't in the mood for sarcastic comments or complaining women, and he was again going to make his excuse and leave, heading for his bedroom. However, Jessica saved the conversation by asking him if McKenna had caused his upset. "Oh no, she's lovely. She didn't do anything. I've already text her." The usually suave and collected male tipsily held up his hand and showed her his phone, which was still open at the text he had sent McKenna. "See? All sorted. I actually ruined that conversation myself, you see. I told Lulu something I shouldn't have, and then she ran away."

Slowly, the Irish male downed the rest of his drink, and then stood up, a little wobbly on his legs. Usually, he never drank so much, but tonight... well, the alcohol had just kept on coming. He had drunk at least three more glasses of whiskey since his conversation with Lulu, and he was now beginning to feel as if he had hit his limit. Well, he had already gone past his limit, but he was determined to stop now. "I'm going to head back to my room, I think. Please, enjoy the rest of this... shindig, or... hootenanny..."






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Bad move! Bad move! Abort mission!

Max almost shit himself when the air in his room grew colder and started to whirl around. He was definitely never going to ask Corentine Quellen about her feelings again, that was for sure. He was regretting it already; things were flying off of his shelves, a china ornament shattering into pieces on his floor, the books on his reading shelf falling off one by one. That was almost enough to get him angry - some of those were fucking first editions, hundreds of years old. He could feel the wall in Corentine's mind begin to shatter, brick by brick, and his own mind became overwhelmed with a crazy sense of anger, before that was instantly replaced with a crushing sense of hurt, pain and sadness. He had never felt emotions so strong before, especially from such a reserved person as Miss Quellen. He couldn't believe this was how she was f
eeling inside, how upset she was with whatever had happened between her and Jay. It almost made him want to care.

The first step towards him that she took made the English teacher take a step backwards, his back now pressed against the door that he had only just closed, his hand on the door knob. He was ready to run; he had been at the hands of Corentine's fury before, and he would be bat shit crazy to stand there and take it again. Corentine Quellen now had tears freely running down her cheeks, a sight that Max had never thought that he would see; he hadn't even been sure that she had human feelings at one point, but the scene in front of him was almost surreal. Within seconds, she was on her knees, collapsed into a sea of sadness, crying her eyes out. Max felt extremely uncomfortable now, but if there was something that he could do, he felt as if he had to do it. He had been the one to push that final button to make her crumble like this, and he felt as if he had to be the one to calm her down, if only a little.

The teacher was thinking the same thing as she was at this point, that he was probably the worst person in the world to even be thinking of helping her in this situation; he couldn't even help himself. But, slowly, he took a couple of steps towards the crying female, being cautious. He knew that Corentine was a volatile young woman, and he made his footsteps a little heavier, so that she would know he was coming towards her. Again, with a slow pace, he came down to her level, resting on the balls of his feet in front of her. "Erm..." was the first word out of his mouth, wondering what the hell he was supposed to say to her. He noticed on the floor that a box of tissues had been blown off of his shelf, and he reached over to take them, before placing them in front of her. "Corentine.... if he's really causing you this much pain, fuck him. I'm definitely not the best person to be giving you advice here, and I'm not even sure what went down between the two of you, but if a guy lets someone that he cares about get into this sort of state, he doesn't deserve to keep his bollocks. You care about him, I can see that, but... he doesn't deserve you."

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Corentine Quellen had been broken. Pure and simple. The blonde was on her knees, crying in front of one of the most fucked up men she had ever known. Indeed, Max was most likely the last person she should be breaking down in front of, but he had wrought this. She had had a grip on herself. Sure, it was unstable and weak, but it had been there. Then he’d rendered her inner brick wall to dust and now she had no idea how to crawl out of the abyss she was in. Hell, she couldn’t even stop the crying, which only made her feel more pathetic. It was horrible, only made more so by the fact that Max was with her. In fact, she would hate it no matter who was with her right now. Cor hated showing weakness, and crying was the ultimate show of it in her book, so having company in this situation only served to further her feeling of despondence and resentment.

When Max moved towards her, Cor’s head shot up, her eyes locating him immediately, wary of his movements. If he touched her now she was going to do one of two things; one was to make him regret this whole thing deeply, the other was to fuck the shit out of him. She just didn’t know which, so she glared at him, silently warning him to keep a certain distance. She didn’t particularly want to hurt Max; she happened to like his dick. So if she could help it, she’d try to keep her temper somewhat non-violent, in spite of the fact that the guy was the reason she was like this in the first place. Tears kept rolling down her cheeks, her body continued to tremble softly, and truly the anger in her eyes were almost entirely drowned out my emptiness and complete sorrow. Not a look very becoming of the blonde. Corentine could tell, even through her haze, that he was approaching her as though she was a wounded lioness he was afraid of upsetting to the point of attack. That was probably a clever move.

Cor felt herself tense when Max crouched down in front of her, awaiting his next move. He was close enough to touch her and right now she didn’t even know herself. However, he only spoke, clearly hesitant and unknowing of how to handle the snivelling wreck she had turned into. Obviously he had had no clue what he was unleashing, which was only a small comfort. Then he moved and her gaze followed the exact path of his hand carefully, frowning when he took a box of tissues. She snorted quietly, sitting down on her bottom fully, using her hands to remove the wetness from her cheeks, smearing her mascara. Then she took a deep, shaking breath, for some reason able to stop more tears from welling. Not that she was feeling any better. In fact, she felt precisely as shitty as she had a couple of seconds before. Max’s words, however, made a short, bitter laugh emit from her throat.

“You’re so full of shit,” she remarked, sighing. She felt like every ounce of energy had suddenly left her body, like it had exited with all of her tears, and she couldn’t even muster up the anger anymore. All she felt was this hollow sense of emptiness in her heart, pain and sadness walking hand in hand. “You do realize most people would think I deserve every ounce of what he’s handing me here, right?” She smiled wryly, but it was completely empty and more sarcastic than anything. “Why are you even doing this, huh? You don’t really give a shit, so what’s your end? You cannot possibly prefer this to getting laid.” Cor didn’t really want to talk about her and Jay. She had embarrassed herself plenty already and she knew if she started talking about their situation – really talking – she would start crying again. Focusing on Max right now was easier.



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Amy watched Leo’s eyes grow distant, his mind going into its own personal place; somewhere she didn’t wish to follow, mostly because when he did that, it was his way of preserving some personal space in spite of her presence. And she didn’t mind it. In fact, she understood it. Leo had been alone for so long, being around someone else constantly had to be a bit much for him at times, and if he needed to just space out and take the time to think by himself, she was going to let him. Besides, Leo wasn’t nearly as reserved with her as he was with others. As a matter of fact, he told her his thoughts more times than not, usually not hiding things from her. Except for the arrival of an ex, apparently. Oh no, Amy, don’t go there. It won’t take you nice places. She reminded herself, a soft sigh escaping her lips, her eyes closing simultaneously. She moved slowly to cuddle a bit closer, her hand still placed on Leo’s, which was lying ever gently on the swelling of her stomach, the tiny bump telling them both that they were to become parents way too soon.

Eyes closed, feeling warm and loved in Leo’s arms, Amy found her own mind drifting sleepily. The young nurse finally had time to wonder how all of this would affect both of them professionally, especially with the Noctrem students here. It was going to be a true nightmare. Leo couldn’t possibly keep them a secret for much longer with the rate of her pregnancy, and though that would fulfil one of her own wishes, she really didn’t think Leo should have to handle that pressure on top of everything else. Certain people would have a field trip with Leo breaking his own rules, and his pride was going to have to take a lot of hits at first. She didn’t doubt that. Personally she was sure some students were going to call her things as well, but she didn’t care nearly as much as Leo did about that. Mostly because most of those students would be gone in a matter of a few years anyway.

Then Leo spoke, breaking her line of thought, and she forced her eyes to open once more, eyelashes fluttering apart, revealing sleepy, violet eyes. Something was wrong. She could tell she second he spoke her name, and though Amy had a theory it was mostly Leo finally telling her how he was feeling, she feared this would need to be a longer conversation because she honestly worried she would fall asleep in the middle of it, which… probably wouldn’t be neither polite nor what Leo needed from her right now. She leaned in carefully and kissed his jaw gently once he had voiced his concerns. “We’re going to get through this,” she said quietly, voice so weak it was barely audible, “that’s what we’ll do.” Then she smiled vaguely, her lips bending only just enough to let it show. “I’ll call my mother tomorrow – I think my grams had a similar pregnancy.” With that, Amy leaned in, her head coming to rest on Leo’s shoulder, a slight sigh sounding.

“As for us,” she then said, “we’re going to take things one step at a time and try not to panic, okay?” Was that her sounding so confident? Amy had no idea how she’d pulled that out but it seemed like the way to go, and though she was completely as freaked and scared as Leo was, she couldn’t let it rule her. If she did, they’d both be out of sorts right now and that wouldn’t do. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll figure it out,” she finished then, reassuring her worried boyfriend.

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Katia had to smile. Her second question was completely lost on Chris who grinned and launched into the story of how he had come into teaching.

"Well, besides what I had to do in college, no. I had only started looking for work when I got the email from Leo. I have no clue how the hell he knew I was a qualified teacher. The only work I'd done before that was modeling, and he hardly would have guessed I was a teacher in training from that. Unless one of the magazines…” he explained, trailing as he finished his last comment. Katia’s smile widened and she looked at him as if on the edge of laughing. “Seriously? Modeling?” she chuckled, looking at him wide eyed. He had her genuinely surprised. Sure he was well groomed, dressed and muscled but for the man next to her to be a model made her giggle. “Wait, do you still wear make-up?” she asked teasingly.

"Okay. I'd probably better explain. See, I was shirtless on this beach. A model scout spotted me, and I ended up doing a modeling job for some big brand. I think it was Hugo Boss. When I ended up on the inside cover of every other magazine, with only a pair of jeans on, it kinda took off. I had girls running after me screaming my name. I even had a few gay guys running after me, screaming my name. Now, that was a weird day. Eventually, the heat died down and I stopped bleaching my hair. I'm thinking one of the magazines printed something abut me, mentioning I was a teacher. Which was probably how Leo found me,” Chris elaborated. At the thought of him bleaching his hair and eyebrows Katia couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “That’s priceless!” she said, leaning back in her chair and finding herself shifting her shoulders and breathing still with a giggle. The thought continued to amuse her the more she processed his words.

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anyone. I don't want students knowing. It'll be hard enough, being... I'm just going to say it. It's going to be hard enough being this good looking, you know? But if they know I was a model, they'll be asking me if I have an agent's number and if I can get them anything and I really don't want that,” he asked her. Katia’s smile pulled her lips back and she grinned with her teeth at him, trying to hide her smirk but it arose. “I don’t know, I think they’d be more inclined to ask for a poster and show up at your office in skanky outfits,” she joked, knowing full well that he had attracted the attention of many of the female students already. “With someone like Max on staff, they may think you have no boundaries as well,” she chuckled, knowing full well that with Max lowering the professional boundary that several students may conceive of more than just a school relationship with any of the teachers. Katia watched Chris run a hand through his hair, his smile faltering slightly.

"So... Yeah. That's the most exciting part of my life in a nutshell. I'm talking too much, aren't I?” he asked her and she nodded, feeling the buzz of her wine as she shifted her head quickly. “Oh yes you are but I’m a quiet person, works out in the end,” she replied honestly. “Seriously, sometimes when I start talking, I can't stop. It's more than a little embarrassing. If I'm talking too much, stop me. Otherwise you'll never get a word in. Anyway, the most formal dance training I've ever had is watching dance movies at the cinema. Well, I went to dance lessons for like, three weeks as a kid, but my power had developed by then, and I kinda showed up the teacher. I got kicked out after that."

“I can’t say I’ve ever had to do that, kick out a student for being better than me. Maybe I’m just that good,” Katia mused, watching the way Chris took a long sip of his orange juice and gesturing to the dance floor. Her eyes following his gaze to the variety of students, most having gone back to their grinding while a few couples were trying to commit to more of a ballroom style couples dance. In the middle, a trio of boys were attempting hip hop oriented dance moves. “You should have told them not to try what we were doing,” she muttered, watching quietly as one of the body tried to commit a backflip. In his takeoff Katia could tell that he didn’t have the strength to propel himself into the full motion. She gasped and winced as he lacked on his hands and knees with a loud smack. “God, don’t they know they’re not invincible?” she asked aloud, not really intending for Chris to answer.

“So, Mr. Model, know of anyone to watch out for? Students or otherwise?” she asked again, wishing she had a drink. Her eyes drifted to her wine glass next to her seat but she knew that she needed juice or water now. The laughter Chris had brought out in her had made her feel better, certainly, but the prospect of having to walk through or around the throngs of students to the bar was less than enthusing.

“And how do you know Leo?” she added, “If you did before you were hired. I wouldn’t put it past him to send an email to some random if he saw a potential teacher with powers. Somewhere. He’d catch onto that though, that’s just Leo.”

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So, Erin and Ashy were in the same boat. Well, Erin's situation was much more in depth and complicated with Drake, but the feelings felt by both of the blonde girls were almost parallel. It worried the blonde a little bit, that her feelings were as easily manipulated as the feelings of cute little Ashy, but she couldn't let that fact bother her. If it continued to stick in her mind, then she would soon come to see herself as weak and fragile, and as small to the world as Ashy was, something the girl couldn't fathom - that idea was horrifying. So, instead, she picked up the orange juice again and took another sip, seeing the please on Ashy's face when she took the first one. She liked making someone happy for once. It felt like she was actually accomplishing something. Yes, she had made Keirol happy for a while, but he had left her out to dry as easily as Drake left her after they had sex with each other. So, giving a small sense of happiness and accomplishment to Ashy, made the girl happy herself.

There was a slight hesitation in Ashy's voice as she turned to face Erin, looking her straight in the eyes. This girl had guts, that was something; it made Erin almost smile with how hard Ashy was trying to hide the fact she was wary of the feminine Hulk in front of her, to show that she wasn't afraid, and actually wanted to help her, and make her feel better in a way. Her words were soothing, actually, when they came out and hit Erin in the ears, and she was slowly turning around in her seat, facing the girl straight on. Her eyebrows furrowed together at the top of her head in an expression of confusion when Ashy said something about being able to watch people (slightly creepy, she thought), but she continued to listen on anyway. She had a point; Drake was the sort of person to not realize something right in front of his face. She knew about his strange little crush on Lulu, and she was sure that he was going to go through with it, and end up breaking her heart into a thousand little pieces.

Slowly, Erin started to nod, her drunken eyes focusing in on the caring blonde in front of her who was taking time out of her evening to make someone like her feel better. "You know what, Ashy, you're right. Drake is a dickhead, with extra dick. He's probably gone off with Lulu right now, and is kissing her, and making her believe that she will get some sort of relationship out of him, and she won't get anything but a broken heart. He's going to hurt her, and he knows it already, but he's still going for it. Better her, than me. Actually, better her, than us, Ash! What do you say? Screw Drake, screw his cock, and screw any other guys who want to fuck with our hearts." A smile actually appeared on Erin's face as she looked towards Ashy, and held up her glass of orange in a toasting position.

Suddenly, the two of them were no longer alone, and Sky was intruding on their conversation, drunkenly walking into the gazebo and falling over practically. Erin's eyes widened as she watched the male play around with a ball of fire, something probably quite dangerous in the state he was in, lucky they were sitting with the water manipulator, and then change the ball into different shapes, a heart settling in front of her. A smile again came across her face as she blew out the fire heart. "And you know I love you back Sky. However, I'm not going to stay around you as I'm holding a very flammable, very expensive bottle of whiskey that I am not risking." Erin slowly brought herself up off of the seat and before walking away, she placed her hand on the shoulder of Ashy, her new friend, perhaps. "Thanks." She smiled softly down at her, before then walking off. She didn't think she was going to be staying much longer at this party. In fact, she didn't want to stay any longer at all. There was no-one to talk to now, and she just had to find Jay and return his drink, before she would be gone.





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Jackson liked Jessica. There was nothing fake about her, nothing there to see underneath everything else - she was just herself. It was nice and refreshing, to have someone actually look at him when she spoke to him, instead of looking off and trying to find the man that she was fantasizing about. Jack had seen Lulu run off when he had walked away, and he had quickly seen Drake follow her out of the room, and probably off to wherever she had run to. Again, with Drake. This made the male sigh, and look back up at the beautiful brunette in front of him. This was no time to be worrying about how his best friend and the love of his life was probably being violated now by a guy who was going to end up shattering her heart into a thousand tiny pieces. No, this was a time to be courteous, and smile, and let this lovely young lady help him drunkenly stumble back to his bedroom.

She had quickly caught up with him when he had turned to walk away, something which brought a smile to his face. Lulu would have probably just have said good night and walked off to find Drake in any normal circumstance. "Yes, Jessica. Hootenanny. In definition, a colloquial drinking party full of hoot with just a little bit of nanny." Jack explained to her when she was next to him once again, a smile on his face as he spoke. Then, her hand was on his shoulder, and he looked down at her with a confused expression. What was she doing? However, his mental question was soon answered when a pair of heels were thrust in his direction, and he caught the straps of both on his index finger. Right, he was carrying shoes now, was he?

Jackson wasn't the sort for being a shoe carrier. In fact, he was just the sort of person who wouldn't be a shoe carrier. But, in this moment in time, he really couldn't care less about what people thought about him. The one person that he did care about what she thought about him was up in the rooms somewhere with another man, and probably thought of him as a dickhead right now. "You've shrunk." Jack pulled himself out of his little reviere about Lulu, something which was happening an awful lot at the moment, and looked back down at the brunette. "You're carrying me home?" A small laugh came out of his mouth when Jess told him this, but he didn't complain. In fact, he wrapped his own hand around hers when she linked her fingers with his and pulled him in the direction of the dorm rooms, leading him in the direction of him bedroom.

"I'm rather good at getting myself back to my room in such a state, thank you very much. I'm Irish, you know. However, I'm not going to oo--opp--oppose the company right now. Thank you, Jess."






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Max wasn't really sure if he was being smart or stupid right now, with trying to comfort a volatile, upset, and angry Corentine Quellen, but he felt as if he had to do something. If he didn't, he would have been a shit guidance counselor, and a shit... friend? Acquaintence? Fuck buddy? Yeah, that's the one he would go for, fuck buddy. If your fuck buddy couldn't cheer you up, who could, eh? So, he had made his move, sitting there now in front of one of the scariest girls in the entire school in her weakest moment and most fragile state, trying to make her feel even the slightest bit better with herself, and her entire situation. He saw the fury in her eyes when he had first moved towards her, and had almost backed out of his plan, and he had also seen her eyes follow his hand when he had reached over by the tissues - watching his every move, wasn't she?

Then, Corentine started to speak, and Max copied her movements of sitting flat down on his bottom instead of squatting there on his heels, rather uncomfortably. His words couldn't have been that much of a comfort to her, he knew that much - he was useless when it came to helping people, and thinking of someone other than himself for once, but it seemed to have taken her mind off of the fact that she was so upset. By the words that she was saying, it seemed that she was more focused on the hilarious fact that he was trying to help her, seeing as he had the emotional range of a wet sponge, than what had upset her in the first place.

"Of course I don't prefer this to getting laid; you know me. I love having my hands all over you... touching you... feeling you.... being inside you... but I can't have a drunken girl collapsed on my floor in tears. Looks bad, you know." A smile appeared on Max's face as he looked towards her, catching her gaze with his own drunken grey's. "You don't deserve this shit, Corentine. Yes, you're a bitch who deserves a lot of things, but having a guy treat you like this, to push you this far... it's unacceptable. And you'd be surprised, I do give a shit. You're... nice to me, understand me in a way, accept me the way I am, and don't try to change me. Just like I do you. We know what we want from each other, and that's it. So, yes, I do... kinda', care about you in my own stupid way." Max's smile on his face had faltered as he spoke, but he wanted to make her feel better.

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In response to Max’s first words, Cor only snorted in dry amusement, shaking her head slightly. On that note, the blonde wiped her cheeks again, managing to get rid of some of the running mascara – it only served to remind her of the breakdown she’d just had. Currently, the girl was pulling herself together somehow, and by some miracle, Max was actually… helpful. In some fucked up way, however weird that was. Usually she did everything in her power to be alone when showing actual emotions, and she was still angry with Max for inadvertently taking that choice away from her, but she could focus on him instead of herself, and she did appreciate the fact that she could avoid wallowing too much in self pity. It kind of made her feel guilty for freaking out like that. If she hadn’t started crying, he would probably be dead right now, and he most likely knew he’d been close to seriously getting hurt here. She just… couldn’t quite figure out why he chose to spend time helping her.

“Quite the risk to take. I could’ve killed you.” She stated it like a fact, but her voice held a sliver of wonderment, as if she couldn’t believe he’d taken the steps he had. Max knew her well enough to know she was not big on sharing. He also knew she had quite the temper, and that she despised weakness. Her greenish eyes found his bright blue ones then, and as they looked at each other, Max elaborated “You don't deserve this shit, Corentine. Yes, you're a bitch who deserves a lot of things, but having a guy treat you like this, to push you this far... it's unacceptable.” The words made a wry, sarcastic smile pull at her lips. Mostly because she thought it funny coming from a guy who enjoyed making girls fall for him, just to use them and then discard them. It was a part of Max she liked, because he preferred the innocent ones for his little game, and she couldn’t help but love the way it taught them not to be naïve little idiots. Right now, however, for a brief moment, she almost felt bad for what they went through. Hell, she almost felt bad for the way Drake was going to hurt Lulu. Almost, but not quite.

When Max subsequently confessed to caring about her, Cor tilted her head slightly, watching him appraisingly. She had this feeling he wasn’t being entirely truthful, and yet, the way his smile had faded away, the way she could tell he was forcing himself to tell her this… it somehow convinced her he was being honest with her. She knew Max wasn’t the type to talk about feelings of any sort either, yet he was telling her this. Why? Just to make her feel better? Well, it did sort of work, she had to admit. After all this with Jay, and now Erin and Addie, it felt good to know someone at least gave a shit. Oh, she knew Jay loved her, but she wasn’t the only girl on that list, and with Addie, that bitch was going to regret her move on Jay. Erin, however, Cor was going to figure things out with. She was going to take the time to figure out what the hell was going on between them today. She owed Erin that much. Sort of. In the end, Cor just sighed, casting a look in the direction of what she assumed was the bathroom door.

“You’re right,” she started then, getting up from the floor, “but I’m still going to make you scream if you ever say a word of this to anyone.” The last part had a slightly playful twist, but she knew the teacher would be very aware that it wasn’t actually a joke. Without another word, she moved to the wanted door, discovering it was in fact the bathroom. She closed it behind her, taking a few minutes to remove mascara from her face. Then she looked herself in the mirror, thinking. She was done talking, but she didn’t want to be alone either, and she sure as hell wasn’t going back to the party right now. Instead she took out her phone, and looking at the text from Erin she still hadn’t replied to, Corentine texted her back,

To: Erin <3

We need to talk tomorrow.

From: Cor


Then, putting the phone next to the bathroom sink, Cor took off her shoes and went back inside, her eyes seeking out Max instantly. “Now, could we get to the good part of this evening, or should we bond some more?” This time, her voice was purposefully playful. Crying had actually helped get out some of all her pent up emotions, and tugging the rest away had become a lot easier. Her wall was building itself back up, thankfully, and this time, though Cor was far from okay in any way, the wall didn’t feel like it was about to crumble. Well, that would last until she saw Jay again, she new, so she decided to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. All she knew was that she wasn’t going to take him back this time. She couldn’t. They couldn’t keep going like they had. Corentine had been happier without Jay, and that wasn’t the way love was supposed to be. It wasn’t the way it had been before he moved from Noctrem. She wanted the old Jay back, and finally the blonde was coming to realize it wasn’t possible. She had been chasing a memory, and she couldn’t do it anymore. She just couldn’t.

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Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen Character Portrait: Amalthea Desolee Roerig Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Jessica Coleman Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Max Henderson
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Jackson almost laughed when Jess said that she could take him on any day, but instead, he held it back, and just sent her a quirky smile. "Darlin', you couldn't take me. You're the size of a leprechaun, and they're not the best fighters." He smiled, squeezing her hand lightly, a playful tone in his voice when he spoke. She was cute, that was for sure. Jack had never really noticed Jessica before; she was completely different from the blonde that he had such deep feelings for - for one, she was brunette. But, she was actually talking to him, and not letting herself drift away to think about another man. Jess seemed to enjoy just being around him, and that was nice. A nice change, definitely.

Her laugh was stunning as well, resounding throughout the empty hallway as they walked back to his room. It sounded like fairies laughing. He frowned for a moment when this thought flittered through his mind, but he let it pass - the strange things that he was thinking were a result of the whiskey running through his veins, nothing more. He was usually extremely level headed, but that was gone now. "Hey, you take that comment back, missy. I'm rather sensitive to people being racist about my Irishness." Jack's smile was once again mischievous as he joked around with the petite blonde, something he wasn't really used to doing, especially with people he didn't really know. But, Jess just seemed different. She was sweet, and nice. And liked him.

Jack just nodded as she spoke about wanting to leave anyway. He agreed with her statement, that most of the Noctrem students seemed like sluts and man whores; obviously, she was different, and so was Lulu, but most of them, he agreed with that. He slowed down for a moment, barely walking at a snail's pace when he saw Jess' eyes fade, loosing their colour, but only briefly. She was back to her normal self within a minute, and before he could ask her what was wrong, she was speaking again. Broken? He was confused. He definitely wasn't broken. Lulu didn't have that much of a hold on him; she couldn't turn him into a sniveling mess.... could she? Jackson stopped dead in his tracks and pulled his arm back into his side, bringing Jess with it. Soon, her body was pressed up against his, his face barely inches away from hers. His arm wrapped itself around her waist, bringing her even closer, close enough so that their chests brushed together with every breath. "I told the truth. That's what happened. I said something, and it backfired, and I'm over it."

And then, he lowered his head and brought his lips against hers, into a soft, yet passionate kiss.





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Max snorted when Corentine said that she would have killed him if he had done the wrong thing, and he just shook his head. He knew that she wouldn't have killed him. She could have hurt him, or tortured him, thrown him into the wall, shouted at him, or anything like that, but she wouldn't have actually killed him. He didn't think she was capable of that, no matter how many times she threatened or ranted about wanting to kill someone, he was sure that she could never actually bring herself to do it. He had known that it was a risk, to walk up to her in such a weak state, knowing how much that she hated it, but he knew that the worst he would come out would be with a few broken bones. It would only mean a trip to Amy, anyway. Max could deal with the pain of being with Corentine; she had hurt him before, and would no doubt harm him again. But that was what you got when you got mixed up with the crazy that was Corentine Quellen.

Soon, the girl was collecting herself, and standing up, mumbling something to him about making him scream if any of this got out to the public. He followed suit, bringing himself up off of the floor and turned around, watching where she was off to. "Oh baby, please. You can make me scream in so many better ways." He smirked before the bathroom door was shut on him, and he moved to pick up some of the items that he flung off of his shelves, the ones that were still together. After putting some back in their original places, and then the others just wherever he fancied, he started picking up the broken pieces of china and glass, putting them all in a tissue that he grabbed out of the box. Nothing of much value was broken, nothing important to him either, thank goodness.

Within a couple of minutes, the bathroom door reopened and a cleaner, more composed looking Corentine emerged, a smirk on her face, which was instantly reflected on the male's face. Her emotions were once again being hidden behind a wall that seemed to be rebuilding itself slowly, her emotions under control once again after that little breakdown. That was one of the reasons that he chose to be with Corentine, rather than some of the other, more fragile girls around school, when he just wanted to quick fuck. She had no emotions, no attachments to him, nothing to distract him from his main goal of himself. It was definitely a good choice for someone like him.

Max slowly walked towards the girl, and wrapped a hand around her hair, gently pulling her face towards his when he was close enough. "Well, that's up to you. Do you feel like you need to talk shit some more?" He smirked, before then crashing his lips against hers, his hand staying knotted within her blonde curls. He wasn't sure if Corentien would be ready for intimacy, not after such a breakdown about a guy like the one she had just had, but he definitely wasn't going to refuse her if she was ready. He wanted her. He wanted to see her naked on top of him, moaning, and then he wanted to see her writhing underneath him in pleasure as he brought her to her peak. Oh yes, that was exactly what Max wanted.