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Jazmyn Clarke

"Just happy to be here."

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a character in “The Crossroads Academy”, as played by M95

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Name:
Jazmyn Angelique Clarke

Nickname:
Jazz {common}, Jazzy {more of a pet name, used by a select set of people}

Age:
17

Birthday:
February 18th

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Grade:
Senior

Clique:
C-List, Rebel

Hometown:
Portland, Maine

Dialogue Color:
#00AEFF

Thought Color:
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Likes:
People who can cook, homemade meals, chicken Parmesan, pasta, junk food, marijuana, playing the piano, intellectual conversation, nature, travelling to new places, simple/clean aesthetics, Adult Swim, control, recognition, people who don't take themselves too seriously, people with raw talent

Dislikes:
Mushrooms, Drugs other than weed and alcohol, damaging her hair, feeling greasy, bananas, sore losers and crybabies, bullies and people who come for her, romcoms, catching feelings, Twitter, cinnamon flavor, snow and cold weather

Personality:
If you asked Jazmyn to describe herself, she'd probably say something along the lines of "I'm the biggest, baddest, meanest, cutest, and most hilarious bitch around", and none of those adjectives are particularly wrong, though there's definitely more to her. What a lot of people can recognize early on, in getting to know her, is that she doesn't take shit from anyone. She grew up in an environment where she was constantly outcasted. She was always alone, socially, and while this started out as a race thing (being a black kid in a state that's 96% white isn't always fun), it grew into bullying and rejection over everything, as she got older. Either she wasn't wearing the right clothes or she had lost too many teeth that year and her smile looked ugly, or her hair was too curly. Kids were mean to her... really mean, and though it definitely made her grow a lot of thick layers of skin, that couple as hard walls a lot of the time, it didn't make her spiteful. Well... if she saw those kids again, any time soon, the fist marks she would leave on their pretty little faces would speak otherwise, but essentially, the bullying didn't turn her into a bully. It made her more independent, more sure of her own worth, without caring about others approval, and more in tune with how one's words can do so much damage to a person's spirit. That last part might surprise some people because Jazz is known for having a quick and sharp tongue and cutting people to pieces, but the key there is that that only happens when someone comes for her. She's not tearing people down in the hallways for no reason, and genuinely doesn't like talking shit about anyone, friend or not, unless they've done something wrong to her first.

She considers herself to be a very fair person, and her wrath isn't one that many people like to come under fire of. She does her best to weigh all sides of situations before acting, and when it comes down to it, her life isn't all that drama filled. She's pretty simple, easy to please, and depending on your personality, you might even say that she's easy to get along with. She isn't demanding or prissy, and she doesn't like or get along with people who think that the world is centered around them. She's definitely emotionally guarded, even to an extent around friends, but she isn't uptight or in a pursuit of isolating herself. She's a fun loving girl when she's with her friend, one who's almost constantly laughing or smiling. Her intelligence is fairly average. She does well in school, but has to push herself and study to get there. She's definitely musically gifted, however, and excels on the piano. Athletics just aren't her thing so you won't catch her on any sports team, but she doesn't mind keeping fit at the gym.
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Though she was raised in Portland, Maine, Jazmyn was actually born in a small town in the south of Mississippi. Her mother was only fifteen at the time of Jazmyn's birth, and had she realized that she was pregnant earlier than she did, she likely would have gotten an abortion. Clearly, she didn't, and because her mother's family was impoverished and ridden with their own issues, bringing a baby into their home just wasn't an option. Jazmyn was put up for adoption immediately after her birth, and after spending a year in foster care, she was adopted by an older couple from Maine. The pair were in their forties when they adopted her, and had only turned to adoption after several failed attempts at getting pregnant and having their own biological child. Regardless of their disappointment in regards to that, they were nothing but excited and ready to love Jazz, when they brought her home. Both of her parents are doctors, with her father Christopher working as a cardiologist and her mother Mary working as a pediatric neurosurgeon. Although they both had jobs in another area of Maine, when they adopted Jazmyn, they moved into Portland, assuming new jobs there. The move was made because while the couple did not want to leave Maine, they felt that it was best for their daughter that they were in one of the more diverse areas of the state. "Diverse" is a term that can only be used relative to the state of Maine, because as Jazmyn learned, it wasn't actually a diverse place at all when considering other places in the country, and growing up different from everyone else wasn't a fun journey.

Her parents loved her and did everything that they could for her, so while her school/social life was never desirable, she can't claim that her home life was bad, at all. In fact, her parents were so set on making sure that she was happy and healthy, that when she decided that she needed to go to a boarding school for high school, because she couldn't take her area any longer, they were very willing to help her in the process. The family toured countless boarding schools across the country before Jazmyn set her heart on Crossroads. It was only of the few schools that wasn't filled with 99% preppy white kids, that was secular, and located in such a beautiful area. To say that she hasn't regretted the decision is an extreme understatement - she genuinely loves her new life at Crossroads.
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Weight:
125 lbs

Eye Color:
Brown

Hair:
Her hair is naturally curly, but after bleaching it to dye it purple, it lost a lot of its original bounce. Part of her hates herself for doing that, but she also is really attached to the purple color, so it's hard for her to stop. She's been wearing extensions lately, to make up for the lack of volume due to its damage, and hoping that it'll miraculously recover without her trying to be any more careful with it.

So begins...

Jazmyn Clarke's Story

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Today is the first official day back on Crossroads Academy's campus, and there is an undeniable air of excitement and jitters on campus. Throughout the morning, cars had driven up the long driveway that led onto the campus, packed to the brink with parents, children, and suitcases filled with everything a teenager could need, only to be drive right back down it a little while later, empty, and usually with teary-eyed parents. It was nothing less than a tradition, and though many felt it was sad to see their parents go, most students did genuinely like Crossroads Academy. The fact that it was located right on the beautiful California coast played a part in it, and it possessing facilities nice enough to rival top colleges was a perk too, but the relationships made while at a boarding school were different than at many normal high schools. They were stronger, or that's what many of Crossroads' students would tell you, anyway.

Like the other dorm advisers on campus, Holly and Brian had spent their mornings acquainting themselves to parents and helping students move into their rooms. They had moved on campus a few days before, and though this meant that their summers were over too, they were both glad that the school year was starting. While Holly had worked as a dorm adviser for four years, and had acted as a dorm adviser for the girls she would be living with this year since they were freshman, Brian was new to this. He had been a faculty member for Crossroads for a year before, but this was the first year that he was going to be a dorm adviser. Life circumstances combined with knowing that his paycheck would look even better if he was a dorm adviser had led him to accepting the additional position, and though he was excited, he was understandably nervous as well. He knew that this position would require him to take on an extra level of responsibility and respect for rules and guidelines, but he also knew that he had to be understanding enough to get a bunch of teenage boys to like him... or at least trust him. It was going to be an interesting experience, that much he was sure of, but he didn't have much time to worry during the morning, as he really had been busy helping kids move in. He was grateful that he had been assigned a senior dorm, only because that meant that there were slightly less parents involved. Senior students were allowed to have cars on campus, and that meant that in some cases, for those who had cars, they were driving themselves onto campus and there were a few less introductions that Brian was forced through. In the girls dorm, Holly was experiencing a similar thing, but by now she knew most of her girls' parents, and for her, introductions were welcomed anyway. She was friendly and bubbly, and far too used to this to be bothered by the first-day events.

Students had no say in dorm assignments, and only found out who they were living with on move-in day, today. Most students would make it to campus by two PM, and following that, there would be a dinner barbecue held in the courtyard for all of the students. Following that, students will spend the night getting back into the rhythm of being at school, hang out with friends, or attend the optional movie on the lawn, which tonight, will be showing Ferris Bueller's Day Off. At 7 PM, the school shuttle will also be making a trip to Target, to allow students to pick up any necessities that they didn't bring to school.

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Michaela had barely considered pausing to glimpse whom her roommates for the year were to be. She and her mother, Diamond, had woken up early to complete last minute errands - errands that included dropping off orders of banana pudding (and Mickey may or may not have stolen one of the larger mason jars from the house to put into her suite's fridge, but that was neither here nor there), cakes, cherry pies, and a few other desserts neighbors and friends had ordered from Diamond Delicacies online. As easily as people presumed that Michaela had spent her entire summer doing nothing but getting into trouble, she obviously was doing something other than all of that. And she damn sure was going to if Diamond had anything to say about it. So, when the two of them arrived by one in the afternoon at around the same time that a lot of other classmates had (not that Mickey wanted to be on time; she would have rather had them take their time getting their nails done and such), Michaela didn't actually give one too many fucks about who her roommates were. She just wanted to get into the suite so that the two of them could get off their feet. They had still gotten their nails done and Mickey appreciated the final product, but still. Being at Crossroads earlier when she could have prolonged Karen's foot massage during her pedicure would've been so much nicer. She didn't know if any of her roommates had been present, but Mickey surely made it her mission to get one of the rooms farthest from the door.

"I mean it, no sneaking off campus for parties this year, Michaela," her mother stated from outside of the suite while Michaela finished up the final product for her room. She had gotten the idea from a DIY she had spotted on Tumblr and since she had some extra cash from DJing over the summer, Mickey decided to splurge just a little bit. "Whatever you say," she responded dully with an exaggerated eye roll, haphazardly tossing the rest of the pillows on her bed before sliding back into her flip flops. She took only a moment to spritz her newly twisted hair with the moisturizing spray she made last night and then headed out the door, closing it behind her. When she made it outside of the bedroom, Diamond fixed her with "I-brought-you-into-this-world" nonsense stare that had Michaela lulling her head back dramatically before straightening up as the woman walked over to her. "I mean it, Arielle," Diamond decided to remind her and Michaela groaned, stomping her feet just a little at the first sign of another lecture. It wasn't like Mickey really was going to listen. They knew this. She could pretend to...for like, a day. And then they both knew she was going to jump at the first sign of something fun to do. The discussion was completely redundant and only served to add to the slowly growing grey hairs on her mother's head, but that was obviously none of Mickey's business. She was pretty sure she'd actually get the taste slapped out of her mouth if she pointed out what her mother was hiding under the burgundy highlights in her dark hair.

"I said, okay, Ma," she reiterated only for Diamond to give her the "who-the-hell-you-talking-to-with-that-tone" face. Honestly, she had all of her mom's faces down to a T, which probably spoke to how many times she had gotten each and every one, but Mickey didn't really feel guilty for them. Obviously, she was her child. She was supposed to drive her mother just a touch insane; that's what kids do. Granted, Diamond probably thought otherwise, but she also didn't have to listen to the inner workings of Michaela Vaughn's mind. She just had to, you know, fix the shit Michaela's mind and Michaela's foolishness got her in to. And Mickey herself wouldn't call anything she did foolish. It was just...you know, what she knew her mom would be saying if she knew half of the things Michaela wanted to do. "Mmmmhmmm...you okay yo ass out this door and walk me to the car. Don't make me have to send your father." Beaming brightly at the thought, Michaela wrapped an arm around Diamond's shoulders - they were the same height now, so no more of that towering over her in intimidation shit Diamond seemed to enjoy, ha! - and led her to the front door, not bothering to get Diamond to help her unload the kitchen supplies family friends had gifted her with over the years. As much as Mickey appreciated her scholarship providing a meal plan, she couldn't live anywhere where she couldn't cook, let alone, bake. Besides, saying that she was going to send Michaela's father didn't mean a thing - not when the most the two of them ever did was go out for ice cream and laugh over some of the shenanigans Michaela got into. She had to get her meddling ways from one parent, after all. "Yes, ma'am." When she closed the suite door behind her, Michaela glanced at the names before smirking, pulling out her phone to first text Jazmyn and Charlotte, and then Nat.

To: Lottie, Baby Mama
Looks like its just me n Jazz dis year. Lottie's just gonna have 2 sneak over 4 sleepovers :3 Where y'all at?

To: Nat
Roomie, wont u come mi waaaaaaayyyyyy lol

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Unlike a lot of her peers, Jazmyn's parents didn't help her move in every year. It wasn't that they didn't care or didn't want to be there, but it was just an inconvenience. They had come during freshman year, but after that, Jazmyn had insisted that it was unnecessary. Both of her parents worked full time, with packed schedules, and since she had most of her things mailed to school in the weeks before move-in day, she didn't need anyone to help her transport her things. In fact, she actually enjoyed taking the flight from Maine to California solo. It was usually over ten hours worth of travel, given connections and all, and as much as she loved her parents, she often got irritable after having to deal with the stress of them freaking out over her leaving for another year, on top of the normal stress of travel. She got through all of the teary eyed, emotional goodbyes at home, when her father dropped her off at the airport, and once she got to the airport at California, she would spend another thirty minutes reassuring her mother that she was going to be fine. Jazmyn would be more than fine, though. As her parents were very aware of, she loved California, and Crossroads. While many of her friends treated summer as a vacation where they could kick back and relax and have fun, for Jazmyn, it was the other way around, a lot of the time. She had more friends in California, and more fun there. Going back to Maine really just meant spending time with her parents, and while that was great for a few days, she was a teenager, and friends always meant more fun than mom and dad did.

Due to her flight, and having to take an Uber from the airport to campus, Jazmyn only arrived around two in the afternoon. She had called Holly, their dorm advisor, once she had landed in California, and as nice and accommodating as the woman always was, she had recruited a few guys from the senior boys dorm to help her move much of Jazmyn's things that had been mailed to the school, into her dorm room before she got there. The walk from where the car dropped her off was about ten minutes from the senior girls' dormitory building, but it was a walk that Jazmyn was happy to take. Dressed for the California weather, she didn't even mind the heat as she reacquainted herself with the place she had called home for the last three years. She spotted Charlotte's mother leaving the dormitory, but was too far from the woman to feel obligated to say hello. However, she was glad that that signaled that Princess Charlotte was already there, even if she and that one of her besties hadn't been on the best of terms lately. Jazmyn wasn't getting worked up over Charlotte throwing a hissy fit over what had happened at the country club earlier that summer. It wasn't her fault that Charlotte wasn't prepared for everyone, including her own sister, being susceptible to Jazz's charm when she decided to turn it on.

She just missed the elevator that she didn't know held that Arnault and her twin, so she had another minute as she waited for the next one to come, and during that time, she found Michaela's text message. It warranted a smirk from her, mostly because she was still ignorant to room assignments, but apparently, she had lucked out. "OMW up but are you for real? Yasssssss gurl!!! she sent to the group chat initially, before deciding to address Charlotte too, and only intending on the response being playful "But yes!! Princess, you better show your face late at night, and bring that sister of yours too ;) The texts only had a minute, tops, to reach the girls before Jazmyn had made her way out of the elevator and down the hall to Room 2A, that she had been assigned to. Just as Michaela had promised, it looked like they were in for a good year of room sharing, and though seeing Charlotte standing there wasn't surprising, nor was Michaela's mother, she was more caught off guard by Juliette being present. Since it hadn't been since the night at the country club that she had seen any of these girls, having flown back to Maine the next day, she wasn't thinking about that right now. After greeting Michaela's mother first, which seemed most polite and necessary given how many times the woman had hosted Jazmyn, she squealed with excitement before engulfing Michaela in a bear hug, and then looking to Charlotte with a smirk that suggested she was asking for permission before hugging her, before just doing so anyway. "All my bit--" she cut herself off before finishing that, and corrected herself for the sake of being polite in front of Michaela's mom. "All my babies back in one building! I love it. Now step aside and lemme make sure these boys didn't break none o' my shit, or lord knows they're gonna feel my wrath," she exclaimed, half-jokingly, but not even noticing the curse word that fell into this line, as she slipped behind Michaela and opened the dormitory door. While she did need to catch up with her girls, she needed to settle in first too, and it seemed like Michaela was busy with her mom, for now. She didn't even notice Juliette's name on the door, under hers, as she headed inside.

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Just as Michaela and Diamond were turning away from her suite door, little Miss Juliette Arnault came stamping around the corner and Michaela's mouth unfurled into a grin. Juliette didn't say anything, which wasn't unusual, but Mickey couldn't help her reaction upon seeing the Arnault. It wasn't exactly the Arnault she initially wanted to see, but she didn't have much time to complain because Charlotte was coming right around the corner and Mickey, involuntarily, brightened up a touch. Which was totally because she was happy to see her best friend and absolutely nothing else...not in the slightest, nope. And then, because obviously God had a sister's back for once - he was really adamant to not do so any other time for some supposedly innocuous reason - Jazmyn was coming around the corner and excluding Juliette and her mood, Michaela's crew was completed. She returned Jazz's hug without fail, giving a slight squeeze before grinning and pulling Charlotte into an embrace despite the girl declaring that she was going to help Juliette. "Leaving me so soon, babe? How are we gonna make this marriage work if you keep dippin' out on me, sweetheart?" Mickey pointedly ignored her mother when the older woman cleared her throat, not even caring at all that they were in the middle of the hallway and that anyone could hear or see them.

"Hey, girls," Diamond responded once both Charlotte and Jazz had greeted her (though Mickey would passionately argue that it was a form of her mother cock-blocking, even though there really should be no reason to cock-block since she and Charlotte were obviously just friends, so shut up feelings!), and then turned a knowing smirk Michaela's way. She raised an eyebrow, initially, at Jazmyn's almost slip, though it wasn't the first time. At least, Jazmyn seemed to remember herself. Some people - which was why her smirk turned in Michaela's direction - didn't seem to know what control was. Or, if Mickey was being honest, she genuinely just didn't care. "Since I see that she's going to be nothing but distracted now that you're both here, I'll just go. I've gotta to go start on a few orders before I go to work tonight." Diamond stated patiently and Michaela gasped in mock bewilderment, releasing Charlotte (begrudgingly) to traipse over to her mother. "Me? Distracted?" She exclaimed dramatically as Jazmyn headed inside and no doubt, Juliette and Charlotte would go in soon. "I could never forget you, sugar plum. Don't you know you're the love of my - " Chuckling, Diamond only held up a hand and said, "Save it. Go help your friends unpack. Behave." Michaela only rolled her eyes at the repeated warning, but conceded, kissing her mother on the cheek and watching the other woman walk down the hall. She didn't feel too bad about not walking with her mother to the car, not when she was bound to see her in a few days over the weekend. It probably wouldn't be for too long considering Michaela never stayed still during the weekends, but it wouldn't be the first time someone could accuse her of ditching her mother. Still grinning, she glanced down at her Galaxy S7 to see a response from Jazz and Nat, and responded to the latter.

To: Nat
Duh, free food


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Charlotte only shook her head, trying to resist laughter at Michaela's antics. "You're absolutely crazy," she teased in a mockingly dismissive manner, before giving Juliette the gentle push on the back that she needed, to follow Jazmyn inside of the dormitory suite. Given that it was nearly identical to her own across the hall, there wasn't much for Charlotte to ogle at upon entering the place, and once Jazz was in her bedroom, most likely checking that everything had been brought up for her, Charlotte followed Juliette towards her bedroom. "This is what I'm not going to tolerate, Charlotte!" the twin who was the resident of this room whispered, in a clearly angry manner. "This disgusting way that you are your friends interact with each other. I don't want to hear it!" Now, Juliette even realized that she was probably picking a fight out of nothing but all it had taken was an hour's worth of events to wear her out today and make her even more irritable than she normally was.

"Pretty sure all I said was 'hello', but okay, continue being delusional, Jules," Charlotte rebutted, speaking at a normal volume level, unlike her sister as she followed Juliette into the doorway of her room, but didn't enter. As much as Charlotte didn't want to follow her mother's orders, leading her into the suite felt like the necessary thing to do, as if her twin sister needed some sort of body guard to protect her from Michaela and Jazmyn, who both clearly showed little interest in her at the moment, to begin with. It was all just Juliette being her self-centered self, where absolutely everything that everyone did somehow had to involve her, and though Charlotte liked to challenge that as often as she could, sometimes it was easier to just play along as best as she could, for the sake of everyone's sanity. Plus, at the moment, she was more interested in just shutting Juliette up and not stirring up another breakdown, since her friends were here.

Juliette didn't even bother to combat Charlotte's insult about her being delusional. It wasn't because she didn't think that her sister was incorrect and offensive, because she thought both of those things, but she had already moved on, and didn't want to disrupt her train of thought. When it came down to it though, delusional probably wasn't the completely accurate word for how Juliette was acting. She was definitely egotistical though, and it was just in her nature to assume that when things didn't go her way, even for very straight forward and simple reasons, like random roommate assignments, that someone else had to be behind it... That she couldn't possibly just deserve such bad luck without someone else meddling in the matters and purposely screwing her over. "You know what? I bet she was the mastermind behind all of this!"

"Who?" Charlotte asked, knowing that Juliette was referencing either Michaela or Jazmyn, but unsure of which one. She knew that it was dumb to even humor the ridiculous claim, given that it would only allow Juliette to continue to further whatever paranoid thought she was having about the world being out to get her, but the response came out of her mouth before she had time to really think it through.

"Jazmyn!" Juliette hissed, despite having already ushered Charlotte into her bedroom, and closing the door behind her. "She's probably obsessed with me!" Juliette exclaimed, in a still hushed tone, though with enough passion to suggest that she was very serious in her claim.

"You're out of your mind," Charlotte shook her head dismissively. "Look, would you just go across the hall and hang out with Victoria? I'm almost positive that she was in there earlier, when I put my stuff up there with Nolan. Maybe hanging out with her will help you un-activate this psycho mode you've been in all day."

Normally, Juliette would have simply rejected Charlotte's suggestion for the sake of disagreeing with her, but it seemed like the most logical option at the moment. Her bedroom didn't feel even slightly homey, so she had no desire to remain in there, where she would likely do nothing more than sulk, and she had missed Victoria. She hadn't gotten a text from the girl since saying she was on campus about an hour ago, so she was curious about what her best friend was up to. If nothing else, Juliette knew that having a new person to vent to about how much her predicament sucked, would be a stress reliever, so with a roll of her eyes that was brought upon out of nothing less than pure brattiness, she agreed. "Fine, but you better tell them what I told you. I don't want them bothering me this year, and I mean it, Charlotte. I'll kill you if they do, and then I'll tell Mom too," she said with that same hiss, as if the threats held any sort of semblance of truth.

"Anything for my darling sister," Charlotte replied bitterly, her eye roll definitely beating out Juliette's, as she opened the door up for the girl and watched her head out of the dormitory. She could see her sidestep Michaela in the entryway and though she hoped that it had been a silent, non-confrontational passing, she didn't try to look any further from her current viewpoint. Instead, she headed to the next door down, where Jazmyn was staying. "All of your precious belongings here?" she teased, leaning against the door frame as she peered in. "I would be a good friend and help you make your bed, but that text you sent me has me feeling otherwise." She was still being playful up until that point, but after taking another breath, her expression grew more serious, even if it was just slightly. "But can we just finally put whatever happened between the two of you that night to rest? I know you have your version of the story, and Juliette doesn't think that she was sober enough to know what she was doing, so it was clearly something that shouldn't have happened. Can we just leave it at that?"

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Jazmyn only inspected the boxes of things in her room very quickly, but at first glance, everything looked accounted for, which was a relief. She didn't need to spend the first day back, chasing down the boys who had volunteered their time to help her, and yelling at them, as if they were some highly paid moving service. Knowing that her things were here was a good thing, but as she sat down on the bare mattress that sat on her bed frame, she groaned just knowing how much work it would be to put her room together. Compared to other students, her bedroom wasn't going to be very elaborate this year. She was in a minimalist mood, which meant that a simple black and white theme would capture what she wanted, at least for the first half of the year. After trying to figure out where she wanted to begin first, she inhaled, ready to shout for Michaela and Charlotte to hurry the hell up and help her, when Charlotte appeared in her doorway. That damn smirk on her face had Jazmyn smirking too, even as the girl continued from her playful teasing about Jazmyn being anal about her things being there, and on to why she was opting against helping her right now. The smirk remained, but while it had been on its face for more innocent reasons when Charlotte had originally walked in, it was now there because it was the nicer option over laughing in Charlotte's face. Had her friend just asked her to drop the topic, without trying to insinuate the same thing that she had tried to pull time and time again since the hookup, that Juliette had been so gone that Jazmyn had taken advantage of her, than maybe Jazmyn would have dropped it. It just rubbed her the wrong way how Charlotte continued to paint her as the villain here, as if she had sexually assaulted the other Arnault. She could understand her being annoyed about the hookup in general, and she had been well aware that that was something that would likely come out of it, even before she pressed her lips to Juliette's, but there was no way that she was, but Juliette had not been that drunk. Jazmyn could be a bitch sometimes, but she wasn't going to make out with someone who was so gone that what they were doing wasn't being done on their own accord. Juliette was clearly drunk enough to lose her inhibitions, but so was nearly everyone else at that party. She would take responsibility for initiating the kiss, but after that, the girls had played equal roles in it, and it bugged her that Charlotte was so insistent on that not being what had happened, despite not being there to witness it.

Her smirk didn't drop, and neither did the eye contact that she held with Charlotte, but she didn't respond to her immediately, and only did after hollering, "Mickey, come an' tame your princess and help me get my shit in order!" She hoped that it would irk Charlotte even more, and though that probably made it seem like Jazmyn wasn't a true friend to Charlotte, that wasn't the case. She just felt like this Arnault wasn't that much less dramatic than the one who had the real reputation of being a drama queen, sometimes. Charlotte could rant on and on about how bad Juliette was and how she turned tiny inconveniences into huge problems that probably had nothing to do with her in the first place, and though maybe it was to a lesser extent, Jazmyn felt like Charlotte had a tendency to do the same thing. So, just because of Jazz's own personality, she found amusement out of teasing Charlotte for that, hence the "Princess" moniker that she had found fitting ever since the Juliette hookup thing had gotten under Charlotte's skin. "And the thing is that I'm not gonna drop it until you stop acting like I raped the damn girl. I could walk up to her again right now and kiss her, and she'd kiss me back, drunk or sober. I'd bet you one hundred dollars she kisses me back, child." She wasn't getting sharp with Charlotte because again, they were friends, and she really wasn't trying to start drama, but she also didn't like her character being questioned by someone who was one of her best friends. And if it took a little bet to prove that Charlotte was being offensive for no reason, than so be it. Jazmyn was down for it.

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Once back inside her suite, Michaela glanced at the bedroom doors, for a brief moment considering going to mess with Juliette. It would probably be fun and hilarious, getting kicked out of the girl's room before they could really acclimate to being one another's roommates. Julie had the best little reactions and the way she scrunched her face up before going into a tantrum was probably one of the most hilarious sights in the world. At the same time, there was a large mason jar of banana pudding made the night before and while there was a barbecue about to go down outside, if the setting up she had seen in the courtyard said anything, Michaela hardly - if ever - forbid herself from having a little banana pudding. Indulging herself, she headed into the kitchen, grabbed the pack of paper bowls her mom hadn't put away for her yet along with a plastic spoon, and then opened the fridge to get the cold glass jar out. Because Michaela knew how to be good from time to time, she only gave herself a small serving, about four small spoonfuls before closing the jar and placing it back inside the fridge. She had just popped the plastic spoon into her mouth, soft crumbs of the vanilla wafers mixed with banana flavored pudding grazing her tongue, when she heard Jazmyn's call and Michaela perked up, skipping her happy little self towards her friends' voice.

"I am here for the taming," she announced the second she entered the room, not at all stopping to acknowledge the tension that might have been present. Mickey paid attention to things like that later. In the immediate, her brain had conjured up way too many (eager) ways to "tame" Charlotte, which probably said a lot about her and not necessarily positive. Grinning and taking a deep suck of the spoon to get all of the goodness off of the utensil, Mickey immediately turned to Charlotte, licking her bottom lip while purring with a very suggestive eyebrow waggle, "If you wanted mama to use a firm hand, baby girl, all you had to do was ask. I can do taming...what do you want? Floggers? Split-tips? A little hand while over my knee? I can be very accommodating...all ya gotta do is ask nicely."



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By the time Nolan had dipped out to aid in his sisters' unpacking, Emmett had started driving his family's 2012 Range Rover Evoque. It took a lot of negotiating and honestly, turning the most convincing puppy dog eyes to his mother so that she could convince his father, but he got what he wanted. Emmett was responsible for keeping gas in the vehicle, but he couldn't help but sport a pleased grin all the way to Crossroads. Typically, his father accompanied him on the ride to Crossroads, bought him some last minute grub as if they wouldn't see one another over the weekend, and then they would unpack before parting ways, what with Emmett not having a vehicle until the weekend. However, because it was his senior year - and again, there was something about blue puppy dog eyes turned to a mother already emotional because her baby boy was about to begin his final year of high school and was one step closer to leaving her forever (she's just that dramatic) - and Emmett had worked most of the summer at his Dad's shop, he was able to get the car. It wasn't some fancy or super expensive vehicle a few of his classmates were known for, but it said something that Emmett did have one. He didn't have to depend on Nolan or anyone else to give him a ride this year if they decided to eat off campus or just go somewhere once classes were done.

While he didn't have much other than a few different blankets, pillows and sheets, Emmett was pleased with what he did wind up scrounging together to get his room in order. There were no shelves like at home, but the bean bag he had managed to get on a whim fit the blanket and sheets his mother had packed and it was simple. He didn't see the need to make a dorm room something extravagant; he just wanted it to at least look attractive. Once he was done, he threw himself on the bed, running a hand over his short blonde hair. At the moment, most of it had been brushed back, but the humid summer breeze had tousled his locks just a bit. With nothing more to do than to wait for the barbecue to really start and with no way of knowing if Nolan was back yet, Emmett pulled out his phone to text his friends.

To: Nolan, Seth
Who's free?

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If only Charlotte had had more than a few seconds before Michaela walked in... If only. While she wanted to believe that she would have said something so bitterly that it might have actually hurt their friendship, she knew that probably wouldn't have happened, even if Michaela had showed up ten minutes later. She didn't know why this thing with Jazmyn and Juliette was bothering her so much. She wondered if she was really so bothered because she was a good sister and wanted to stick up for Juliette, or if it was something more. After all, Juliette had never actually denied liking what had happened, and she had never claimed that she regretted it or even showed much distress about the whole thing, like Charlotte imagined she would have done. The closest thing that she had done, to express any sort of remorse, was like what she had said a few minutes ago, about claiming that Jazmyn was obsessed with her. They were the same very general kinds of comments that Juliette would make about anyone. One would imagine that given the predicament, someone with as big of a mouth as Juliette would have had a lot more of more specific insults to make. Could it be that Charlotte was bothered with the idea of her friends interacting with Juliette in... dare she say it... a positive manner? Was she actually that pathetic, that she liked her friends being on her side about anything family oriented, and that she didn't want them dabbling with Juliette in any other means than listening to Charlotte's rants about her? And maybe, just maybe was there a part of her that was insecure about Juliette always being the more "traditional" daughter? The one who ended up being friends with all of the right people to please their parents, who was always eager to attend the elegant parties and balls that made their parents look good? So was it possible that that side of her was speaking in the back of her mind, that Juliette getting close to any of her friends, even in such a nonsensical way like that drunk hookup, made Charlotte nervous about somehow having her friends stolen? Maybe, but she wouldn't let herself think about it too deeply.

While Charlotte wanted to remain annoyed and pissed off, it was hard to do so when Michaela came in talking like... that. With such a light complexion, it was very easy to tell when Charlotte was feeling flustered, and the redness of her face right now spoke to how much she hated that about herself. She thought that Michaela was joking, which she was, but probably in less of a sense than Charlotte thought she was. This was how Michaela always was, she reassured herself, so she didn't know why she was more bothered by it today, than she usually was. Maybe it was because Jazmyn wasn't letting go of the thing with Juliette, or because Juliette had already made her tense this morning, or a combination of it all. Either way, she wasn't as quick as she normally would have been to offer Michaela an equally cheeky rebuttal, or shut her down in a more witty way. All she could say, while her head shook back and forth, and her expression softened noticeably from what it had been while addressing Jazmyn, was, "The only person who needs a firm hand used on them is this bitch over here, and seeing as she loves getting up close and personal with people, I think that third option sounds about right." she said, nodded her head towards Jazmyn, though her eyes remained on Michaela. Still feeling playful, she winked at Michaela, and decided to mimic her playful flirtation. "And I guess I'm not as experienced as you, but I don't even know what option two is, so save that one for me. You know, for when I'm in the mood to experiment." She couldn't keep her face serious after that, and a laugh escaped, signaling that she just wasn't as good at the flirtation as Michaela was. "But really, I know my sister's annoying and I wouldn't wish rooming with her on my worst enemy, but if you - actually, you two don't do me the biggest favor of your lives and not instigate anything with her this year, I would seriously owe you one," she plead her case, while sitting down beside Jazmyn on the unmade bed. In a move she would probably regret, though it spoke to her more impulsive side, she nudged Jazmyn's arm and said, "Besides, we all know you'd lose that bet in a minute, and I don't wanna run you out of one hundred dollars before classes even start." Because she believed that Juliette actually would never do that again, she didn't feel bad playing into Jazmyn's insistence on the matter. "But, if you're not gonna let up with it, I guess I'm not against becoming a hundred dollars richer over night. You only have twenty four hours though. Sounds fair, right Mickey? And then after that, I'll buy us all a couple bottles of Absolut, and you two can promise not to do anything to her that'll end up making my life hell, kay?"

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You could always count on Michaela to lighten the mood, and her appearance was a good reminder in general, of how typically, there friend group was pretty drama free. The girls focused on having a good time, and that was what had initially drawn Jazmyn to both Charlotte and Michaela. She learned to deal with their flaws, because she knew she had some of her own too, but even then, it was always their positive traits that overrode the negative ones. So, even if she had wanted to knock Charlotte out (which she hadn't) before Michaela came in, all it took was her taking Jazmyn's order to tame Charlotte to a whole new level, and Charlotte playing into it, to have Jazmyn laughing out loud. Of course, that laughter didn't come free of some side eye looks sent in Michaela's direction, because while she knew that at least Charlotte was probably being genuinely playful in her flirting, the same couldn't be said, for sure, about Michaela. It was always harder to tell with her, when it came to Charlotte, because while the girl flirted with nearly everyone, it always seemed just a little different with their shared friend... a little bit more genuine in its sexual nature, and less so in the playful nature. Jazmyn couldn't blame her, and she also wasn't surprised, given that she and Michaela had had a little hookup of their own. It was nothing serious, and not an instance where either party caught feelings which was good, but it left Jazmyn curious in situations like this. She wondered whether Michaela actually wanted to be seriously flirtatious with Charlotte to create something real, or if she wanted to test Charlotte out to see if her other closest friendship could withstand the power of something more than friendship, and still exist as just a friendship the next morning. Maybe it was just Jazz wanting to act like she was superior to Charlotte emotionally, but she doubted the Arnault could spend any amount of time with Mickey in that way, and come out of it emotionally unscathed. As Jazmyn teased, Charlotte was a princess with more feelings than she liked to admit.

"You see this bitch getting all cocky on me, Mickey? Tell her about the power of these here lips," she said, a theatrical amount of drama being added into the amount of offense she feigned feeling, upon Charlotte brushing off how likely it was for her to get Juliette to kiss her again. "These lips hypnotized this hoe, just like they did your sister," she said, looked back at Charlotte and speaking in an informative manner. "Shake on it right now, but the only catch is that if I win, I actually don't want your daddy's money. If I win, Mickey's testing out her split-tips on you tomorrow night at your house." The smirk on her lip only somewhat suggested that she was playing into the playfulness that both girls had been tinkering with in the exchange. Maybe Jazmyn was playing with fire, as she extended her hand, but at least now, if she won, Mickey owed her some sort of favor, and Jazmyn had enough of a sweet tooth to know that the girl could pay her off right in their kitchen.

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The amount of pleasure Michaela derived from how quickly Charlotte turned red should have been illegal, but Mickey couldn't even think to feel anything other than glee. Her grin stretched wide and proud, and she knew she was beaming, giggling right along with Jazmyn's boisterous laughter. While Mickey had come in on the latter end of their conversation, she was more than happy to suffuse whatever burgeoning tension that might have been. Michaela understood that there were complexities within this thing that people called life; regardless of how much everyone should live while they're young and such, there were moments where things got a little dark. And perhaps it said something about her lapse in maturity - the fact that Mickey had a tendency to avoid being overtly serious about much of anything - that she seemed unable to reconcile with the idea that her friends could really have an actual issue on their hands. As far as she was concerned, there friend group was probably one of the most unproblematic (and she knew there was someone out there who would argue against that statement to their grave) and resolutely drama-free of them all. Or, at least at Crossroads. There was always something wrong within a group. But Michaela liked to think that disallowed there to be anything particularly damaging to their foundation. They were cemented in being young, careless and dumb with a smidgen of possible protectiveness considering how long they had been a trio. So, she was determined to ignore the fact that there was something consequential. Besides, Charlotte's reaction was enough to have even Mickey not paying attention to their drama.

"Yep, very hypnotizing, chocolate drop," she replied over a new mouthful of pudding, sucking on the spoon rather indecently while giving Jazmyn a very sarcastically indulgent stare. When she released the spoon again, she added, "Still recuperating. As long as me, myself and I get something outta this, y'all can shake on the world ending for all I care." Michaela returned her spoon to her bowl, scooping out half of a crumbled and delicious wafer along with some more of the actual pudding, and would have eagerly taken another bite if her phone had vibrated in her pocket. With the heartbeat sensation against her thigh, Mickey curiously pulled it out as she only had the vibration setting for Facebook notifications and opened the screen to fully read the contents. "Looks like we're playing Assassin this year. Sounds sexy." She tossed a surreptitious glance Charlotte's way and inquired, "Gonna have me at your mercy, babydoll?"



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Charlotte could only roll her eyes at Jazmyn's rebuttal to her comments, and the reference to her hookup with Michaela. While she had been surprised that the girls had hooked up that night a while back, it hadn't been shocking. It wasn't like they were heading down the alter, and in a way, she admired how chill Mickey and Jazz were, in that they could get that stupid, and literally just laugh about it the next day. Charlotte was in no way a hopeless romantic or anything like that, and she loved random hookups and one night stand deals too, but she couldn't imagine doing that with one of her best friends. It was scary, especially when it had to have been very in-the-moment, given that Charlie had never seen any signs that there was any real sexual tension between her best friends. They must have either been beyond drunk, or just really decided to go out on a limb that night, and either way, Charlotte felt like she was too guarded and reserved for something like that. She was beyond confident that her side of the bet would never have to happen, which was why she readily shook Jazmyn's extended hand. She didn't even consider that she was getting herself in over her head, because there was no way that Juliette would kiss Jazmyn in the next twenty four hours. As long as Juliette was sober, there was no way, Charlotte told herself.

She had never been big on school spirit of the activities that the resident life advisers tried to put together every year. She didn't mind socializing, necessarily, but school-related socializing, on her own free time, was definitely pushing her limits. She could be a social butterfly while drinking and partying, and even in class, she was more friendly than her reputation placed her as being, but spending free time in her day interacting with kids she didn't care about.... yeah, that wasn't really her thing. She would find it much more preferable to sit in bed with a book or Netflix playing on her laptop, taking a nap, or studying. Being alone felt so much more comfortable than meaningless interactions, and for Charlotte, a lot of normal socialization fell into that "meaningless" category. Charlotte hated Facebook, and with her anti-activities mindset in place, she never would have bothered to check to see what game her class was playing this year, if Michaela hadn't acted as if it was so intriguing. She rolled her eyes at that, and failed at trying to suppress her smirk that almost felt like it was creeping onto her face with the same sort of embarrassed blush that she had felt before. When she read her own message on her phone and found that her target was Michaela, she decided that maybe she could play along. Maybe it would be fun this year. "Maybe I'll step it up this year and actually try. Who knows, if I turn on my competitive mode, you very well might end up begging for my mercy," she decided teasingly, standing up from Jazmyn's beg to approach Michaela in a playful prowl before placing a finger under the girl's chin and winking seductively. She laughed it off right afterwards, before looking back to Jazmyn. "As for you, I'd take you out without even considering any sort of mercy," she said, her tone far more jovial now than it would have been five minutes ago, addressing Jazmyn.

"But before we even think about playing this little game, I'm kinda feeling a smoke session. I know it's risky to do on the first day back, but which one of you's got weed on you?" Jazmyn had just flown in from out of state, so unless she had picked some up some time between landing at the airport and now, Charlotte doubted she would have any. She looked to Jazmyn first, because of that, as the corners of her lips turned up into a smile. "Or, you keep eating your pudding and help this one get her room in order, and just let me smoke your stuff in your room, on my own," she said, tilting her head just slightly and she gave her a "pretty please?" kind of look.

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"She's acting sarcastic to cover up how badly she wants it to happen again," Jazmyn insisted, shaking her head in an equal amount of sarcasm as if she were disappointed by Michaela trying to hide her clearly-immeasurable amount of love for Jazmyn. The handshake from Charlotte sealed their deal, and though Jazmyn would find it to be very amusing when Charlotte would get to live out her end of the deal for losing, Jazmyn really just wanted to win to prove the point to Charlotte, that she was not the bad guy in this. She didn't force her sister into kissing her, and she could get her to do the exact same thing if she wanted her to. Jazmyn knew that realistically, it would be far more difficult without Juliette having alcohol coursing through her veins, but she still believed that it would be manageable. The entire Assassin game only seemed like a perfect addiction in her ploy at being crowned champion of this bet, and things were working in her favor even more when she read who her target was. Juliette Arnault. Perfect. Jazmyn had a good enough poker face that she didn't allow her excitement to be read in her expression, and just because she didn't want either of the girls asking who she had, she didn't press the conversation or ask to hear who they had.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, dismissively waving off Charlotte's playful threat about not being willing to offer Jazmyn any of the same mercy she would show Charlotte. "You two can get a room, 'cause I don't need any of your mercy. The only one of us who's gonna be begging for mercy is you, when I get me some of that pretty little twin of yours, on my lips. What flavor lip gloss do you think she'd like best?" she rummaged through one of her bags, as Charlotte asked about weed. "I don't have any of that on me, but I have... vanilla and berry flavored lip gloss. You're the twin who's not vanilla, so I'll save vanilla for her," Jazmyn said, too distracted with herself and her plan now, to really pay any mind to the smoking proposition. She was almost always down for some good bud, but besides not having any on her at the moment, she wasn't in the mood just yet. Give it a few hours, and she would likely be down, but she had too much to do right now between getting her room in order and the game, and she knew that smoking would only slow her down, mentally and physically.

Once she had covered her lips in an even coat of the lip gloss, she tossed it back in her bag, and pushed the bag to the floor, as she started to make her bed. Getting the fitted sheet onto the mattress was the hard part, but the rest came fairly easy to her. She didn't need the other girls to help, and though she definitely wouldn't have rejected an offer of help, she wasn't going to keep them from smoking. "One of you needs to hook me up with some sticky notes, though. I don't think I brought any of those, and I'm not about to lose just because I skimped out when I went to Staples last week."

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Okay, but what Charlotte didn't know was that Michaela had no problem with being at her mercy. Nope, none at all and she probably should have a problem with it, but the images Charlotte's flirting conjured up in her head were indecent enough to make even Mickey keep her mouth closed. Which was a difficult process, mind you, when you had a Charlotte Arnault sliding a finger under your chin as if she had every right to do so. And it probably was a good thing that she did because Mickey was pretty sure her jaw would have dropped if Charlotte hadn't taken that action. It was bad enough that she genuinely found herself blushing, which wasn't a rare sight seeing how Michaela's complexion left it than Jazmyn's to see when she was doing so, but that didnd't make her feel any better. Luckily, there was pudding to aid in suppressing the shiver that ran up her spine and Mickey painted on a grin behind the spoonful she shoved into her mouth when Jazmyn's voice cut in. For only a split second, she had forgotten that they were in Jazmyn's room and flirting with one of her best friends so obviously was probably not the smartest thing to do for her sanity, especially since Charlotte indulged her carelessness enough to reciprocate. Then again, as she had always believed, there was something wrong with the self-preservation instincts Mickey should have had, like every other human in the world.

"Don't sound so jealous, schnookums," she piped up playfully. "I'll save some of my lovin' for you." It was a second later that she recognized Charlotte's proposition and Mickey tried playing at the most innocent expression she could think of, but it was a bit difficult to portray oneself as innocent when they were grinning so hard. Which Mickey was doing as she backed up towards the door. "Why, Miss Arnault, I would never sink to such low actions," she exclaimed dramatically with a bit of her Southern twang, leaning against the door frame. "I am a Southern belle and such a proposition makes me unclean." With that last flair, Michaela slipped out of the Jazmyn's suite but not without yelling over her shoulder, "And if anyone's smoking anything in my room, it'll be me. Better bring your ass if you want some." It hadn't been much of an easy feat. Michaela purchased a nice little bundle the other night and had rolled up a few in her leftover wraps last night. While Diamond had checked mostly all of Michaela's bags, the one thing she hadn't checked was Michaela's wallet where her little stash of pre-rolled sticks were just waiting to be used. The lighter had been hidden in her pencil box and since Diamond hadn't considered that to be a hiding spot for anything, Mickey had snuck everything she needed in the car and into her dorm. It wasn't the first time she had ever smoked in anything on campus. As much as rules were rules, at the end of the day, one had to take precaution. For instance, being in her bedroom without putting towels at the bottom of the door was a trap. That was like, asking for attention. However, the bathroom method was tried and true. Towels at the bottom of the door still aided in keeping the smoke from getting out, it wasn't unnatural for a group of female friends to be in the bathroom together (and god bless stereotypes to some degree!), and it was also the place where the switch could be flicked to air out the heat in the room along with a can of air freshener to alter the weed's scent. She probably shouldn't (and wasn't that the sum of her life right there) push the limits considering they were all just moving in, but it wasn't her fault that Charlotte brought it up. Considering her roll-ups, Mickey rifled through her text messages to see a conversation she had with a friend and decided to see if Amelia was on campus and wanted to take a hit too before the barbecue.

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Perfect. Charlotte didn't really think that Michaela would play the innocent card for too long, but she was relieved nonetheless, when the girl dropped the facade and made it clear that Charlotte wasn't going to have to smoke alone. Even with the recent tension between herself and Jazmyn, she would have wanted the girl to join in too, but then again, one less person meant all the more for her. "That's my cue," she said, a purposely playful wink being sent in Jazmyn's direction. "Time for me to get into my zen zone while you hang out out here, being the stick in the mud that we all know you really are." She took a few steps out of the room, before popping her bed back in the doorway. "And I guess I have to stress now that I'm joking when I say things like that, so don't go off and do meth to prove me wrong." A pillow came whizzing in her direction, but Charlotte escaped from the doorway before it hit her, and headed into Michaela's room at a few paces faster than she normally would have. Before she reached the girl's bedroom, her phone pinged with a text from Illiana.

Although she was rooming with Illiana again this year, she hadn't seen the girl when she had initially moved in. She assumed that the other girl simply hadn't arrived when she had brought her stuff up with Nolan, but given her text now, it was clear that she was on campus. Out of her three roommates, Victoria, Amelia and Illiana, Amelia was definitely the one that Charlotte knew best, but she also didn't feel uncomfortable living with Illiana. She had done it before and it had been as easy as one could have asked for, so she wasn't bothered with her set of roommates this year, really. Even Victoria Hearst, whose ego needed to be popped like a balloon (and would even then, still be too big), wasn't someone who Charlotte thought would be a problem. She would agree with Juliette that it seemed like someone was working against them by sticking each of the twins with the other's friends, but Charlotte surely had no reason to make as much of a big deal out of it as Juliette had. Her time would be divided between her friends' rooms and her own bedroom, so she wasn't worried about any conflicts with her roommates, since she doubted she would interact with them very often. However reserved she was when it came to friendships, she did smile, just slightly, at Illiana's text message. For a second, she wondered if this was one of those instances where she should put family first and warn Nolan, but it only took another second for her to throw that consideration out the window and send the girl a message in response.

To: Illiana
Hey! I guess we're rooming again this year. Oooh, Nolan's a tough one. He lives for competition like this Image. I'm totally down to help you set him up though. I can lie and tell him that you're about to leave campus for some reason, and that I left my key in our dorm and you have it but that I need him to take it from you before you leave since I'm busy helping that crazy sister of mine with something, if that makes sense. I'm sure he'll fall for it. We can do it whenever you get down to the barbecue if you want

Upon entering Michaela's bedroom, Charlotte sat down on the girl's bed, making herself comfortable. "So... I know I'm a vibe killer, but before we do this, you and Jaz are sharing a bathroom, right? As you can tell, I already have enough problems with my sister. Don't need her complaining to me about my gross stoner friends," she said, sporting a playful smirk. "Speaking of my gross friends, though, I haven't heard from the others. Amelia, Natalya? Where is everyone?" Charlotte wasn't as close to any of the other rebels as she was to Michaela and Jazmyn, but they were still in the same friend group, so she was curious about where the rest of their group, including Amelia and Nat, were.

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Lighter finally in her hand once the pink pencil box was on the desk and the towel to go at the foot of the door draped over an arm, Mickey was ready to set shit ablaze. She got a roll-up from her wallet and shimmied her hips so that the small container fell back into her pocket with ease. "Oh come on," Michaela faux-whined, ignoring Charlotte's not very serious complaint to make sure that her phone was on the desk. She didn't feel like digging it out once they started and in all honesty, now that it was away from her, she knew she wouldn't feel inclined to pick it up again until they decide to head down to the barbecue. "Don't you know you're my favorite?" She asked teasingly, thumb having to catch on the trigger of the lighter before the single flame came to life. For only a second, Michaela let it use up some of the fuel, watching the flame with an absentminded fascination, before bringing the end of the roll-up to the fire. It caught and before long, the stronger scent of burning marijuana swam up to her nostrils.

Michaela perked up in interest when Charlotte decided to admit to having Mickey as her target. Oh, really now, she thought to herself and raised an eyebrow at the Arnault, smirking lightly as she allowed the flame to die out on the lighter and then handed the stick to Charlotte. She allowed their fingers to brush, fleetingly, as she teased, "You say it like you don't already know I like it rough, babe." Giggling on a carefree wink at her friend, Michaela hurried to put everything back into their proper hiding places; the lighter went back into the pencil box that went back under the pillows, and her wallet and the remaining roll-ups were in her pocket hidden behind credit cards and old receipts. She had heard her phone go off a second prior, but before she could even unlock the screen, there was a knock and a familiar voice resounding. "Polo!" Mickey called enthusiastically and skipped over to the door, opening it up to exclaim, "The only roomie that I love!" loud enough so that Jazmyn could possibly hear from her vantage point. Quickly, though, Mickey pulled Natalya inside and closed the door behind her, locking it. "Remember, Arnault, puff, puff, pass. Always the rules." She had to say, as if Charlotte would ever forget, as she pressed the towel into the bottom of the door, setting it on the floor so that its thickness could absorb the scent before it reached outside.


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Once Charlotte took her final two hits, she returned the joint to Michaela, and was now on her feet for good. She easily could have stuck around for another couple of minutes to allow the other two girls to reach their optimal levels of high too, but she wasn't in the mood too. It wasn't that she was feeling uptight or not relaxed, because she was completely content and comfortable, but she was hungry, and she knew that if she remained in the room with the girls who were still smoking, she would just want to smoke more. Plus, with what was coming out of Michaela's mouth, she knew that, additionally, if she stuck around for much longer, she would say something that she would regret. And she wished that "regret" would come in the form of wishing that she hadn't said something mean or harsh, but it wouldn't have been that kind of regret. It would have been the kind that would have come from Charlotte admitting that maybe she wouldn't mind being in love with Michaela, or that since she liked her oh so much, that she would be compliant and let Michaela take out her target first, as she desired, before taking her out. "You have until I finish eating to find whoever your guy is before I come for you," Charlotte warned playfully, waving Natalya's post-it notes in the air.

"And you better be careful with that," she said, nodding towards the bag of weed Natalya had thrown to her. It wasn't that Charlotte didn't trust Nat, because they truly were friends, but she just thought... well, Natalya could be extreme at times. And not always in the good way. She seemed to think that she was immune from a lot of laws and rules, and just as Charlotte had learned, no amount of money would make you exempt from them in a lot of situations. Crossroads was one of those places where your parents couldn't buy your way out of trouble. If you committed an infraction, you would be expelled just as quickly as the scholarship student whose single mother worked the register at Burger King. Obviously, it would have been easier for all of the kids in the room right now, if the rules didn't work that way, but it was surprisingly nice to go to a school where money wasn't favored over morals. It was a good way to teach students to act in the real world, for when they graduated. "I wouldn't wanna be caught dead with that on this campus, and I may have shared a womb with her, but I refuse to accept responsibility for my sister getting your ass expelled because you're such a stoner," she said, still teasing (especially given how she was the one who initiated this whole smoking session), but knowing that there was more truth in the possibility of her words than she wanted to admit. Even taking Juliette out of the equation, Charlotte would have felt uneasy about carrying any amount of weed that legally would have surpassed the "personal use" quantity, especially on a school's grounds. She was a rebel, and she was reckless and carefree and destructive in many senses, but she was also intelligent, and maybe too sober to see any good coming out of Mickey holding on to that much weed. Given her sister's three roommates, Charlotte wouldn't have been surprised if Juliette got a second hand high on the regular, this year. "So don't let administration take you out before I can, kay?" she said, doing her best not to mess up the towel's placement the door too badly as she exited the room.

"Jazzy Jaz!" Charlotte sang once she was out of Michaela's bedroom. "I'm going down to eat. Come find me when you stop being a neurotic perfectionist about your room!" That description seemed like the only way to explain why Jazmyn would skip out on smoking, and though Charlotte had originally already been walking towards the main door of the dormitory as she said that, she stopped midway and did an about-face, as she turned into Juliette's bedroom. She only remained in her sister's room for a few seconds, just long enough to steal some of her perfume in an attempt to mask the odor of marijuana that was now on her, before finally leaving and heading down to the barbecue. She responded to Illiana's text on the way, saying, "Haha yeahhhh should be a fun year! I was actually just with Nat, but I'm heading to the barbecue on my own now. If you guys find me, come sit! I'm sure her and Mickey will sit down too when they come and he can try then!".