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Michaela Vaughn

"The best way to live life is with no fucks."

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

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| Name |
Michaela Arielle Vaughn

| Nickname(s) || Stage Name |
Kayla, Layla, Mickey, Siren || Lux Lyfe or Lux

| D.O.B || Star Sign |
January 22 || Aquarius

| Age |
17

| Nationality |
African-American

| Sexual Orientation |
"I'm pan, simple as that. Of all the things I'm gonna worry about in my life, who I take in my bed really isn't that big of a deal. Girls, guys, girls who transition into a guy - I'm kinda down for it all. And if I happen to get more than one in my bed, well, shit, I'm hella down."
Pansexual

| Relationship Status |
"Relationships aren't bad. Monogamy, when it's not some patriarchal bullshit, isn't bad. I just don't do them. If I wanted to be tied down and all moony over someone, I'd do it. But I don't. I like being single and doing what I want - doing who I want. If you can manage to snatch my little ass up, then baby, I'm yours."
Single

| Clique |
C-List || Rebels



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| Appearance |
Michaela considers herself to be of average height and stature with her five foot and six inch and one hundred thirty-five pound frame, which might seem a bit larger than the standard about-to-be eighteen year old, but there is nothing overweight about this slim young woman. With her body measurements at 34-24-36, Michaela has what is considered a spoon shape and while she doesn't make it a habit of being fit for the sake of wearing a bikini, for the sake of keeping up her lung capacity for singing, she does her occasional round of exercising, particularly crunches and abdominal work in general, to keep her tummy tight and flat. Her thighs might be just shy of being thicker than few other girls at school, but her curves are nothing for her to ever have felt ashamed about. Besides, she has had too many people between those soft yet firm thighs - and hands on that softly rounded derriere - to ever be ashamed of her body. It may not be perfect to everyone, but it's perfect enough for her to not hesitate and indulge her sweet tooth. And walk around with her bountiful of mid-driff tops.

While her medium length naturally wavy hair is cocoa brown, last year she dyed it black and has yet to go back. Perhaps it is because the darker hair accentuates her bright, almond-shaped hazel eyes, which appear to be greener than brown on most days, but are her favorite features as she has been told that they make her seem far more innocent than she actually is. Her skin is naturally a light brown, darker than an olive complexion, but blemish-free and clear and tans easily under the California rays. Her lips are naturally pouty, without the need of makeup to enhance them, and full. Her hair typically is styled in her favorite Marley twists, which typically consists of black hair with white twists interspersed, or whichever color fits her mood. However, she is also known for using brown hair as the base and adding in red and white strands. Michaela also has a nose piercing in her left nostril, the standard earlobe piercing, and for only her left ear, she has a double helix piercing. In her right ear, she has a graduate lobe piercing and double helix piercing.



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| Personality |
The one thing that needs to be acknowledged and accepted first, above all things, is that Michaela isn't everybody's favorite cup of tea once off of a stage or away from a turn table. While some might find that others find them intolerable and want to change some aspect of themselves in order to please those other individuals, Michaela has discovered this fact, laughs very boisterously in your face about it, and then revels in it. She warns in advance and makes no excuses about it - she can be a lot to handle. While she is not one of those people who believes that life is a complete joke, she also isn't one to find every little thing as serious. She's carefree in that sense. Her life is her life and while she won't say that she's grown up with the most golden of spoons in her mouth, she has acknowledged that she grew up with the privilege to not actually give a flying fuck about other people and their expectations. People are going to spend your entire life nitpicking the different parts of you that they either like or don't like, she has already surmised. And the one thing she is not going to do is waste her time trying to conform, fix herself or even try to please anyone. So, if it happens that her rapid-fire, quick-witted and sarcastic self has rubbed you the wrong way, unless Michaela genuinely feels as though she might have insulted you or truly hurt your feelings, expect not a single fuck to be given. She's shameless, after all.

While being such a free-thinking and vivacious individual is always a good thing, the reason that not many can truly say they completely hate her but also that they completely love her is that Michaela never knows when to stop. Or, it would appear that way. Another thing that needs to be taken into account is that while she does have a tendency to lean towards being reckless and daring in that every day is an adventure she should not hesitate to take, Michaela has a devil-may-care attitude combined with the fact that she is far more calculated than people give her credit for. Classmates and certain staff members tend to forget that this is the intelligent girl - both book-wise and street-wise - who could have been classified as a nerd, and cursed any forced classifications to hell if she didn't get to pick for herself. She's not stupid. While Michaela likes to say that she just does shit on the drop of a dime and doesn't give a care in the world, what it is is that she doesn't always act without thinking. She just likes seeming that way and she's human; of course she has her impulsive moments. They just don't dominate her every-day. Again, she knows people are going to always have something to say, so why not be the one who controls whatever the say? So, if she happens to get detention today because her perceptive self read the living daylights out of her professor and in her typically blunt manner called him or her out on it in the middle of class, at least she can say that people saying whatever they plan to say about her is of her own volition, and not their own. In a twisted way, she controls people's perceptions of her and she likes that kind of power. It's fun, heady and she's always looking to push the realms of what is acceptable. Like going to class high and seeing what's going to happen.

Others might speculate that Michaela has had a bad home life or blame her tendency to stay away from commitment due to a previous heartbreak. The truth of the matter is that she has always been detached and just a touch enigmatic. Teenagers go through a phase where their parents and the adults around them find them hard to read for awhile, partly due to their emotions just being haywire as they try to discover themselves. This is not a phase - this is a way of life for Michaela. She loves her parents deeply, even if it seems that she is accepting their affection without being as open in her emotions as they are. It's just how she is, simple as that. She knows how to be in relationships and to love without fear; she lives the majority of her life fearlessly, why would she approach something as pure as love with fear? She's just not one of those freely emotion-giving people. She's not afraid or anything of that nature of relationships. She just hasn't found a person she's willing to settle for completely, or people considering the fact that she has the capacity to love more than one person without fear of people judging her for not conforming to society's love of monogamy. At the end of the day, despite her seeming abhorrence towards commitment and depending on everyone else due to her independent streak, Michaela knows a thing or two about loyalty and no one would ever have to worry about her being theirs - whether as a friend or lover. They just need to accept that she likes her freedom as well, and her occasional signs of being flirtatious. After all, she's a complete package. You just can't accept one part of her and not like the other.



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| Likes |
❤ Most drinks with rum inside them ❤ Producing her own music ❤ Pranks ❤ Motorcycles ❤ Cooking her own food ❤ New Orleans ❤ Marijuana ❤ Parties ❤ Mozzarella Sticks ❤ Brownies ❤ Sex ❤ Afro-Punk ❤ Deadpool ❤ Criminal Minds, Supernatural, AHS, HTGAWM, & Teen Wolf ❤ Singing ❤ Partying ❤ Getting high ❤ Feeling the thrum of the music through her veins ❤ Her braids ❤ Intense Makeout Sessions ❤ Finding new, exciting places ❤ Getting into a little trouble ❤ When people are easy to rile up ❤ Having friends older than herself ❤ Threesomes ❤ The Beach ❤ Sleeping while naked ❤ Honeydew Melon ❤ Video Games❤ Flirting ❤ Mac n cheese ❤ DJing ❤ Playing the guitar ❤ Fireball Whiskey ❤ Cocoa Butter ❤ Green Tea

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✘ Clowns ✘ Being told what to do ✘ People Who Try Too Hard ✘ Beer ✘ Having to deal with hangovers ✘ Sheet music ✘ Mandatory school subjects ✘ Cigarettes ✘ When people tell themselves they can make Cajun cooking ✘ When adults break up other people's fights ✘ Misogynoir ✘ Coffee ✘ When people are too sensitive ✘ Beyonce ✘ The invasive-ness of social media ✘ Conformity ✘ When people thinks she cares about their opinions ✘ The Kardashians ✘ Guilt Trips ✘ Boring people ✘ Clingy lovers ✘ STDs ✘ White chocolate ✘ Chick Flicks



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| Birthplace |
New Orleans, Louisiana

| Place of Residence |
1200 10th Street, Manhattan Beach, CA

| History |
Considering the fact that Michaela was born in the Deep South, it should come to no surprise that within the Baptist community her white mother Diamond was raised in, that there was some deep-seated racism rankling just below the Southern hospitality they like to be known for. When Diamond admitted to becoming interested in an African-American man completing his residency while she was attending a nearby university, her parents were in absolute abhorrence in the face of the developing relationship. Her father wouldn't even let Henry into their home to meet them, let alone actually attend her wedding. They even threatened total exclusion from the family, which meant loss of any financial support, if she further continued to strengthen their relationship. Needless to say, Michaela was born to parents - one without emotional or financial support from her family, and the other who had always been the caretaker of his own - but who were determined not to allow bigotry to keep them from being together. For all her flippant mannerisms, Michaela would tell you to this day that her parents were her original OTP and she would die shipping them. Luckily, though, while Henry was working and doing his residency and studying, Diamond had already had a small catering company as a side hustle since she was fifteen. Diamond Delicacies, then, would be a shared venture for both mother and daughter once Michaela turned twelve.

By the time Michaela had turned twelve, in fact, her rebellion towards society had already been slowly developing. It had started really young. Because Michaela had shown such a love for singing and music in general at a young age, Diamond had started allowing little Michaela to compete in beauty pageants. It was her first foray into understanding how other opinions, particularly those of a society whose main hobby is being judgmental and bigoted, have to be ignored for the sake of self-preservation. She was always picked on by the other girls because her nose was a bit bigger, her lips were fuller and larger than theirs, and because little Michaela was on the chubby side. It took her years, after the baby fat had begun to melt off and her features really grew on her, to just not care. And when Michaela honestly stopped caring, that was when Siren came into existence. Or, as she is known on YouTube and a few Underground scenes, Lux Lyfe.

While people presumed that she would be interested in medical school considered her father became an orthopedic surgeon with a sub-specialty in spinal surgeries and her mother eventually became a radiologist, Michaela's biggest and most-turned to outlet was music. She is known for being a DJ at different parties for friends and occasionally for friends of friends depending on the venue, though it's a very low-key thing for her. Once she became a student at Crossroads, it was apparent that Michaela was never going to be one of those popular Crossroads girls and she damn sure didn't want to be. She just wanted to live her life and do whatever the hell she wanted to, even at the chagrin of both professors and classmates who wished they could do what she does. It is her soft sweet vocals with an underlying and powerful register and range, combined with the fact that Mickey is a shameless flirt, that has earned her the name Siren. It is her ability to mix darker, heavier music with dance tracks and the like that makes Lux Lyfe successful. She approaches her artistry with raw instinct, sensually dulcet tones, and a technologically savvy mind that can keep the party going, even for the A-Listers if they decided to get their heads out of their asses and stop sneering down their noses at people as unattractively as they do. It's just that, when Lux and Michaela both get a little excited and she spends a bit too much time in detention for making a professor sweat under the collar or lose their patience that Diamond politely needs to bring her back to some semblance of control with forcing her to make their famous bread pudding or banana pudding. One thing to be noted, though, is that despite how much Michaela likes to roll her eyes at the uppity bitches she shares dorms and classes with - no matter how much she sneaks off of campus for parties and the like with the older crowd partly to have fun and partly because it's entertaining to see staff members' reactions, at the end of the day, she does like Crossroads. She loves the friends she has made. She just likes a little havoc as well.



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Michaela Vaughn'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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Character Portrait: Michaela Vaughn Character Portrait: Natalya Volkova Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Jazmyn Clarke
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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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As the clock neared 1:15 Natalya looked herself over in the mirror, smiled, and pulled on her jacket. The day had started early for her since she had to wake up at 5am to get everything done. This year her Uncle had finally finished setting up a local branch of the family business in California, which was good for her family but bad for her. Now not only was her cousin there to 'keep her out of trouble' but her father and uncle had sent Jax down as well. On the other hand, she finally had family in California and it also meant she didn't have to hire strangers to help her move into her room. That being said, with her cousin Viktor, who was the new boss of the local branch, in charge he used his authority to torment her. Instead of just telling some of the guys to help her he told her to ask the guys herself.

Usually this wouldn't have been a problem except that the guys who had been sent down were either new recruits straight from Russia or had been lower on the food chain and therefore hadn't worked directly with her before. Sadly, no matter who your family was if you wanted something done, and were a woman, you had to earn respect. Natalya would have been all for this except right before the first day of school really wasn't the day you wanted to get into a fight. And of course all this occurred at the last minute so she hadn't hired anyone, leaving her with the options of lugging all her crap up 3 flights of stairs herself or picking a fight.

After a few choice words at Viktor and a huff she had headed towards the front area of building, a club that her cousin had just bought to bring in some starting money. It didn't take her very long to 'win respect', though it left marks that were a bit too visible for her liking. Though everyone knew she got into a good amount of fighting, especially as a member of the boxing club, Nat tried to keep her street fighting discreet, not wanting any teachers or curious students butting into her business. Sadly, when you tell someone not to hit you in the face during a fight they don't tend to listen. Out of the three guys she picked to help her out neither of the first ones hit her in the face, but the third one wasn't as smart. He had ended up with a broken arm and she had had to pick someone else, who had opted out of fighting her, but that didn't make her busted lip disappear. Natalya touched the wound gently, looking in the mirror with a frown. 'Well at least I got my room all set up. Now I can just go enjoy myself.'

Shaking off her annoyance Natalya grabbed her helmet and her cell phone, right as the latter buzzed. Reading the message she smiled, and her mind switched to her plans Saturday. She had texted Seth with the idea of a kegger for Saturday(Since Friday she had heard the Nolans were planning some ack to school party) about 2 weeks ago and Seth had agreed to help. Now in a better mood Natalya put her helmet under her arm so she could text Seth, making a mental note to come up with some kind of nickname for him when she saw his actual name was in her phone.

To: Seth
Yo I just got the confirmation from my liquor guy. Four kegs and about 30 bottles of assorted liquors. Think that's enough for the entire senior class plus the extras? Also, Sophia was asking if she should be cooking or if you still wanted to have that barbecue place cater. Oh and the pool has been cleaned and everything, should be all set! Am I forgetting something?

Hitting send Natalya set her phone and helmet down on the counter and then hopped up next to them right as Sophia came over carrying a plate of brownies. "Oooh I get to taste test right?" Before the Hispanic woman could answer Natalya had snatched two off of the plate and was biting into one. Sophia rolled her eyes and set the tray down. "It's good you'll be gone for the next two days. Otherwise I'd never get all the desserts done in time for your party. You'd eat them all!" Natalya finished the second of the two treats and licked her fingers. "Whatever, I might be a pig but I'm not that fat." Both of them chuckled as Natalya grabbed her helmet, purse and phone, dialing Viktor's number as she towards the front door. "Well, I'm heading out! Just use the card I gave you if you need to buy more supplies and call me if anything goes wrong!" Sophia waved her off and answered quickly, "Of course! Adios chère fille!"

As Natalya walked out the door her cousin picked up the phone and she spoke to him in Russian as she headed towards the garage. "Hey did the guys get back alright." Going into the garage she hit the button for the door to open and looked at her choice of rides before going with her 2015 Harley-Davidson Street 500. "No, I mean the ones I mail-ordered online. Yes! I meant the ones who helped me this morning. Fuck was that so hard to figure out..." Viktor made a comment and started to laugh, causing Natalya to pull the phone away from her face to glare at it. Shaking her head Natalya lifted the stand on her bike, keeping it upright with one hand. "I gotta go, make sure ALL the guys know that if I see them within a 5 mile radius of my school they lose a limb. Bye." Ending the call Natalya checked the time, which was 1:32, and decided to send a text to Jax. The drive was only 15 minutes or so but even if he was at school already she couldn't talk to Jax yet.

To: Jaxy
Hey how was your trip down? Hope Viktor hasn't been bossing you around too much. Anyways see you around school. Maybe we could meet up somewhere after school tomorrow and catch up? Haven't seen you since the beginning of summer break before I went to my grandparent's house.

A few seconds after she hit send her phone went off. The text was from Mickey and Nat smiled, typing out a response.

To: M&M
I'm on my way now. I'll see you at the barbecue right? It would suck without you!

Satisfied Natalya put her phone away, started her bike, and revved her bike's engine before she took off, turning out of her driveway and heading in the direction of the school.

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"I'm going to end up jumping off a building if I have to stay in that room. I'm going to fail all of my classes. I'm not staying there." Comments like these were just some of the many empty threats that Juliette had made over the past hour. Finding out that she was supposed to spend the year sharing a dorm room with Jazmyn Clarke, Michaela Vaughn and Natalya Volkova was what Juliette would claim, was the worst thing that had ever happened to her, in her life. As if sharing a dorm with three rebels wasn't bad enough, two of them were close friends of Charlotte's, and always proved themselves to be annoying, at best. Additionally, and this was probably what had pushed Juliette into the crying that had ensued after reading her roommate assignment, was that she had done something stupid with Jazmyn only the summer. It had only been a quick make out, and in Juliette's defense, she had been drinking a lot that night, but she had been sure that she would be able to completely forget about it. What were the chances that she would end up sharing the same room as the girl this year?

"Come on, Jules. It's not that big of a deal, especially considering that you're gonna fail them all either way," Nolan joked, and although he got a smirk out of Charlotte, the glares that his mother and Juliette sent him, told him that maybe now was a good time for him to go. "Joking, joking!" he defended himself, hands in the air in a surrendering manner. Growing up in a house full of women meant that Nolan knew how especially when the girls got emotional, their claws liked to come out (sometimes even in a literal manner), and he liked his face arranged just the way it was. "But I guess this is a good time to see myself out. If you need the muscles of the family any longer, I'm just a phone call away." He gave a two finger salute to signal his departure, leaving in only enough time to catch Charlotte's eye roll, but not long enough for anyone to ask him to stay. He had done his part by carrying almost all of the girls' belongings upstairs before bringing his to his dorm, and now, he felt like his job was done, considering that Juliette's dramatics were too melodramatic for him to be of any assistance.

"I'm not staying there! Mom, I'm not staying there, make them let me switch. This is so unfair and it always happens to me and no one else! Did you see who Charlotte's living with? Some weirdo, and Victoria! She only has to have two roommates and one of them is Tori!"

"Juliette, sweetheart, you know that you have to start to learn to adjust to change. When you go off to school next year, who knows if you'll be able to choose your roommates. We know Michaela and Jazmyn, and we know that they're nice girls, aren't they, Charlotte?" Jacqueline looked to Charlotte with a "you better agree with me" look, and only because Charlotte could tell that her mother was growing impatient with the tantrum that Juliette had been throwing for the past hour since they arrived on campus, she nodded. She didn't even allow herself to smirk at Juliette and add in a comment about how Juliette had first hand experience with how nice Jazmyn could be. "Yeah, of course they're nice. They're just gonna mind their own business Jules, just chill out for a minute. This isn't an issue that you have to freak out over."

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say! You're not the one living in a room full of druggies!" Juliette snapped, shoving Charlotte as if it the girl had just come for her, with her reasonable, and pretty supportive, comment.

Charlotte sighed, here she goes again, being the nicest thing that she could think as she watched Juliette grow emotional and dramatic again. Hitting Juliette back would have been an instinctive response for Charlotte, but with her mother sitting right there, she held back and only glared in her twin's direction. Nolan had managed to wiggle out of this little family meeting, and Charlotte was pretty sure that her tolerance for her sister was growing thin enough where if she didn't excuse herself, she was going to end up giving Juliette a real reason to be crying. "Can I please go now?" she said, clearly annoyed, but doing her best to maintain the attitude as she looked to her mother with a pleading look.

"Yes, and Juliette's going to go with you," her mother responded, her tone taking a sudden, sharper turn following Juliette proving that she wasn't going to even attempt to be sensible about this. "You're going to bring Juliette up to her room, and then you two can go on your separate ways. I don't want any calls from Holly this year about anything, involving either of you." Her eyes looked to Juliette first, since she was proving to be the more problematic of the two girls today. "That includes you pestering her about changing rooms, since we've already established that it is not going to happen," she said, before looking to Charlotte, "and I swear to God, Charlotte Lena Arnault, if I hear that you've skipped class or missed curfew one time, we're going to have a problem."

"But Mom! There's no way I--" A finger in the air was enough to cut Juliette off, though it didn't wipe the pout off of her face, even as her mother stood up from the bench that the three had been sitting on, outside of the dormitory building. "This is so unfair," she mouthed to Charlotte, the pout turning into a strong glare when her mother's back was to her, as she hugged Charlotte goodbye. Juliette didn't know what her logic was, in trying to blame her horrible roommate assignment on Charlotte, but she somehow felt like her sister could be responsible for it. The smirk and cheeky wink that Charlotte sent back at her, still while clutching their mother, only ensured that feeling in Juliette, and when it was her turn to hug her mother goodbye, the emotions attached to it were less heartfelt than they normally would be, given how she actually was close with her mother. "You two remind Nolan to call me every once in a while, would you? And remember what I said - no trouble this year," Jacqueline said, before forcing both girls into a shared hug, and then turning back down the walkway that led to the guest parking lot.

"I know you're behind this," Juliette said, being the first to speak up when there mother was only just barely out of earshot. She spun around, forcing Charlotte to jog to catch up with her as they headed into their dormitory. "You just love to see me in pain, don't you? It's another one of your weird freak things."

"Yup, Juliette, you got me!" Charlotte shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "All I do is think about you and how I can ruin your life, and I thought it would be really funny to pair myself up with your bitchy best friend and put you in the same room as both of my best friends, because me having the power to do that in the first place, and then me actually doing that anyway, really makes a lot of sense. Fuck, I've gotta be more discrete next time, because you're obviously the modern day Sherlock Holmes with these detective skills."

When the girls approached the elevator, they hopped onto one that was going up, and being in a small space with at least two other families, parents included, forced them to keep their bickering on mute for the moment. When they got out on the second floor, and the rest of the people continued up, it started back up just as quickly, though. "You're going to come to my room with me, just like Mom said, and you're going to tell your weirdo friends that they're not even allowed to look at me, nonetheless talk to me." Juliette continued to speed walk while talking, and only stopped abruptly in front of her dormitory door, allowing Charlotte the second she needed to catch up, when she nearly banged into a woman who she soon realized was Michaela's mother.

Charlotte had only just read Mickey's text, and taking the second to read that was what left her a few seconds behind Juliette, in arriving at her dorm. "Hey Mickey, hi Mrs. Vaughn," Charlotte said, speaking up for both of the twins, as she knew that Juliette was going to remain silent, yet not outright rude, in the face of another adult being present. "Nolan brought Juliette's things up earlier, but I'm going to help her get settled in," she said, smirking in Michaela's direction. "So, I'll see you in a bit?" she added, not wanting to keep Mickey with her mother standing right there.

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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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Character Portrait: Michaela Vaughn Character Portrait: Natalya Volkova Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Ian Butler Character Portrait: Seth Werner
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Natalya's drive to the shool was relatively short, as she expected. Even though she had gotten caught in the lunch hour traffic rush she had just driven between a few cars and taken a few back roads. Though lane splitting was supposedly illegal no cops saw her, so as far as Natalya was concerned it was fine. When she did actually reach the school she weaved through the traffic of arriving and departing parents and students easily, the path to the senior lot being far less crowded compared to the path to the guest lot. It didn't take her long to find a parking spot, there being a decent amount of motorcycle parking spots and very few people who actually rode. Turning off her bike Natalya pulled off her helmet and shook out her hair with a huff. Setting her helmet down she pulled her phone out of her pocket and scowled when she saw she had taken 17 minutes to get there, as if the extra two minutes were a personal offence. A moment later she heard a wolf whistle from her right and turned to see Josh, a fellow rebel, and one of his friends. "Damn Nat, the summer did you well! You free later?" Him and his friend laughed as Nat ignored them and grabbed her helmet and purse. Starting towards the girls dorm Natalya rolled her eyes and called over her shoulder while she was still within hearing distance. "Hey Josh, Boxing Club meets back up next Thursday. Don't be late!" Josh swore loudly and his friend's laughter grew louder, causing Natalya to chuckle a bit herself.

Once she reached the dorm she walked, looking around the common room before walking passed the elevator and towards the stairwell. A few freshman gave her weird looks but Natalya ignored them in favor of checking her phone. As she looked through it she saw that Michaela had responded to her and that she had a facebook message. Checking the text as she started up the first flight of stairs Natalya actually laughed at Mickey's response.

To: M&M
XD Says the best cook in the senior class! Whatever, guess I shouldn't have expected more, food's always been your weakness. Lol By the way I just got here, I'm on my way up the stairs.

Natalya hit send right as the first flight of stairs ended in a platform. Turning the corner she started up the second flight, not even slightly out of breath. Clicking over she checked her FB message and a wicked grin lit up her face. Switching back over to her texting app she sent a second text to Seth, who had yet to respond to her. Albeit, after she renamed him in her phone.

To: Party Boy
I suggest just making this easier on yourself and coming to me before I come looking for you. Of course, I'd enjoy the latter much more so your choice.

Since Natalya didn't know who Ian was she decided to just keep one eye open. Reaching the top of the second flight of stairs Natalya exited the stairwell, sending a wave to Holly as she passed her, and heading towards Dorm 2A. Once she got there she walked in and headed straight for her room, wanting to avoid Juliette who she knew was supposed to be staying there as well.

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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.

To: Lia
U here? Bout 2 smoke. U want?


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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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By the time Charlotte had made it inside of Michaela's room, Mickey was already pulling out one of her folded, thick towels from the top shelf of her closet. The top shelf was used for storage like for the plastic casing her comforter came in, large trash bags, and towels and wash cloths along with a few extra toiletries. When the brunette was inside, Michaela had the towel draped over her left arm and turned to offer a silent raised eyebrow at Charlotte's initial question over the bathroom situation. While she could understand Charlotte's desire to acquiesce to Juliette and do whatever it took, as her sister, to make her comfortable so that Charlotte would not have to hear her mouth, Mickey had no such sensibilities. In fact, it probably still said something about her lack of self-preservation, not particularly caring about every action that she took, but she saw it as just not being in the mood. Could she possibly abstain from using both restrooms to keep Juliette Arnault from fumbling around with her red-faced anger/embarrassment? Quite possibly. Contrary to popular belief, Michaela actually did know how to believe in boundaries and adhere to them. At the same time, she also just didn't care.

"I guess," she drawled, voice ever-so-slightly lilting as she dragged out the pronunciation of the "e" in "guess." "I'm sure I can find some impossible way to resist the scintillating allure of the Arnault family charm...with the right distraction, of course." On that note, Mickey settled a rather flirtatious smile on Charlotte's sitting form, sauntering over to the brunette. While she probably should refrain from pushing a little hard in her flirtations in one day on her friend, Michaela wasn't impulsive for nothing. So, with barely a thought on stopping, Michaela continued with the rather suggestive smirk on her face, maintaining eye contact with Charlotte as she bent at her midsection and reached (and reaching around the girl was really unnecessary, but it was all about teasing with the infinitesimal space between them) around Charlotte to dig her hand under her mountain of pillows to find the pencil box she had kept purposefully in hiding beneath them. "Hmmm...what's wrong, Lottie," she asked lowly, voice just slightly (again, unnecessarily) breathy as her hand still searched, finger grazing the hard surface of the pencil box. "Not enough company for you?" It was only a second later that the suggestiveness on her face morphed back into childish glee as Michaela giggled, a bit amused by her own antics, and she finally grabbed the pencil box she honestly could have had in her grasp seconds ago. A moment later, she was out of Charlotte's air and standing straight again, opening the pink box in her hands. "But in all honesty, I don't know. Knowing Lia, she's either higher than a kite in the middle of a shopping spree at the Beverly Hills Center Mall or nursing a hangover. Nat should be on campus, though." She stated the last part on a nonchalant shrug, setting down her small bowl to have her hands free. With one less thing in her hand and the box open, Michaela sent a text to Natalya.

To: Nat
Boutta smoke 1 w/ Lottie. U in?


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"Of course, of course!" Juliette reassured Victoria, jumping up from the couch as she accepted the sticky notes from the girl and followed her out of the apartment. She would have had Tori's back regardless, but now that she was on board with helping her get Emmett out, she was even more willing to boast about the level of protection that she would offer. Just as quickly as Illiana had come in minutes before, she had left, so after exclaiming, "Ooh, I'm so excited!" with pure excitement that was oozing out of her, she dropped that energy for a quick second to say, "Even though you have to live with Illiana, I would still totally rather your rooming situation than mine. You're so lucky." Not even in her fresh good mood, could she completely forget about her own rooming dilemma, and especially not as they entered the hallway and she passed by her closed dorm room's door on the way to the elevator. Thankfully, it didn't take more than a few seconds for the elevator door to open up, and Juliette was quick to hit the "close door" button, just as a group of girls hurried towards them, one with a hand extended, as if she was asking them to hold the elevator for her. For one, Juliette wouldn't have held it normally, just because she recognized the group of girls as being C-Listers, with one being one of the girls who hadn't allowed her to cheat off of her science quiz the year before. Besides that, on a day like today where you couldn't even trust your closest friends, Juliette knew that it would have been purely stupid to allow strangers into the elevator with them.

With those skeptical thoughts on her mind, she decided to whip out her phone once they were traveling down to the first floor, to text her siblings. In a group chat with Nolan and Charlotte, she wrote, "Who do both of you have? And don't lie. Seriously." Though most of Juliette's demanding or otherwise bratty texts were typically ignored by her siblings, she was surprised that both of them answered by the time that the elevator let her and Victoria out on the first floor. Nolan had answered first with, "Tori, but if you tell her, you're just about dead to me Jules. Blood is thicker than water. Remember that.", in a manner that Juliette knew was probably only somewhat playful in a competitive manner. Charlotte answered next saying, "Michaela. Who do you have?" Although she was surprised by her siblings answers, she figured that both of them were being honest. At least Nolan was, she decided, given that it was harder to tell with Charlotte. Though their honesty deserved Juliette returning the courtesy of answering Charlotte's question and being upfront about who she had, Juliette didn't answer. She tucked her phone into her bag for two reasons, with the first being that now that she was out in the open again, she knew that she needed to pay better attention to her surroundings, and with the second being that she just didn't care enough to answer. "I really hope no one gets me out. I totally think I can win this year," she said as she headed out of the lobby with Victoria.



Maybe Charlotte was stupid for being taken by surprise by just how sexual Michaela could manage to turn even the most innocent of gestures into, but alas, she was. She hadn't expected her friend to reach over her in such a way that their skin was nearly touching, and in a way that left her trapped (in the best way possible) under her propped up body for what felt like an eternity, until she stood back up. All the while, even while Michaela made her suggestive comments, all that Charlotte could do was smile with her eyebrows raised. She hoped that it came off as being similar enough to an eye-roll reaction, as if she thought that Michaela was over the top and dramatic with her sensuality, and that it was amusing, really, but in reality, before her lips had turned upwards into a smile, her mouth had fallen agape for just a half a second, in actual surprise. Michaela was bold, and everyone knew that, but for some reason, this felt different. Charlotte had no reason to believe that it was Michaela acting different, but just on an internal level, she was confused with why she was reacting differently, in her head, to this side of Michaela. She wouldn't even let herself think it at this point, but why, oh why, was she actually enjoying what would normally warrant a middle finger in the air? Those feelings left her too busy thinking to worry about how her silence might be interpreted.

When Michaela was standing upright again, tinkering with the box in her hand, Charlotte only offered a silent nod in response to her comments on the other girls' whereabouts. While the comment that she made about Amelia might have been alarming to some people, it didn't even cause Charlotte to raise an eyebrow, given how realistic the assumption actually was. As the other girl turned to her phone for a short moment, so did Charlotte, but only to respond to her siblings' group chat. "Can't you put your phone down for two seconds and just focus on getting me high? I should be the one asking you why I'm not good enough company," Charlotte teased, only once her own phone was resting on the empty space on the bed beside her, though. She assumed that Michaela was just texting the girls that Charlotte had asked about, so her teasing didn't come from actual offense, but it did come, even just a little bit, out of that signature Arnault impatient-ness that she and her siblings all seemed to possess a little bit of. She and Nolan were far better than Juliette was, with it, but it wasn't impossible to see sometimes, that Charlotte was raised in a manner where she was usually given everything she wanted, whenever she wanted it, too. She was just better at sugar coating her demands than Juliette was. "And I guess I can just leave it out in the open now that I have you in this silly little game we're all playing, sooo I'm pretty sure that I deserve the first hit for having self-restraint and not drilling a post-it note onto your forehead right now." She had actually been on the verge of saying that she deserved the first hit for having self-restraint and not wrestling Michaela to the bed to drill the post-it note to her, but given whatever it was that she had felt moments ago when she had been so close to the obnoxiously flirty girl, she felt like if she said that out loud, it would come out with a sexual undertone of her own, that she wasn't sure she would be able to filter out.

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Character Portrait: Michaela Vaughn Character Portrait: Natalya Volkova Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Amelia Ortega Character Portrait: Jax
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As Natalya shut her door behind her she tossed her helmet and purse onto her bed and collapsed next to them with a huff. Staring at her ceiling Natalya realized that she had yet to speak to Amelia since she had arrived in California. Pulling out her phone she clicked over to her messenger app and was about to type out a text to Amelia when her phone chimed and Jax's message popped up on her screen. Clicking over to it Natalya read it over and then started typing out a response only for her phone to chime again. "Well aren't I popular..." Natalya muttered to herself as she saw the text was from the queen bee herself.

To: Jaxy
Jax no one is going to be coming over to my house after the first day of school. My friends only come over on the weekends so you can just walk in the from door. Make sure you're nice to Sophia if you get there before me, she's the housekeeper.

To: My Bitch
Lia wtf you at? I haven't heard from you at all since I got back. Bout to go smoke with Mickey and Lottie. What about you?

To: M&M
Fuck yeah, That's exactly what I need right now.

To: Queenie
Heh, yeah. If only for your sake I won't start anything. But if she decides to open her mouth and start something, I'll finish it.
Oh, by the way Seth and me have a kegger planned for Saturday. I'm sure he's already spread the word among the A-Listers but if not you and Julie can are invited. It's a pool party so bring a bathing suit.


Natalya shoved herself up after she sent the last text and then grabbed her purse. Looking around her room she let a small smile cross her features. She had been able to make the room quite personalized. Everything but the bed had been removed and Natalya had brought all her own things, including an entertainment system, amps, and decorations. Satisfied with observation of the room she walked out and headed out, shutting the door behind her. Just as she shut the door her phone chimed and she let out a huff. Pulling her phone back out she saw that Seth had responded and a wicked grin came onto her face.

To: Party Boy
Okay, guess I'm coming for you. Btw, you didn't answer my question. Is Sophia cooking or did you book the catering? Oh and I think Mickey might have a friend who can DJ for us. She has connections with the all the best of the local guys.

Natalya pressed send and then muted her phone, not wanting to have to listen to all the responses coming in. Looking around she realized that she didn't know what room Mickey and Charlotte were in and called out the first thing that popped into her head. "Marco!" Pausing Nat cocked her head to the side and listened for a response.