Trayson Garrison's Story

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(Twin day) Outfit|| Denim button up under plain crew necks,
dark denim jeans,
white sneaks, and a Panerai wrist watch
Location || Hollywood High
Mood|| Happy

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Tray had been up all night the night before. Not only had he gotten home near two in the morning from the restaurant after a late shift, but he had to stay up taking care of his brother who was having some sort of an attack when he got home. It was a little frightening to see, to be honest.

Tray was walking up to his apartment door when he noticed it was open just a sliver. Freaked out, he called the police before walking through the door. He armed himself with his keys between his knuckles to do ultimate damage to whoever had thought it was clever to break into his apartment. That is, until he heard the piercing shrieks of his younger brother, Jamie, coming from inside the apartment. Slow was not a pace Tray was familiar with at the moment. He busted through the already open door to find his near elderly next door neighbor, Bea, trying to calm Jamie down. The boy looked at her with red in his eyes as he screamed nonsense at the top of his lungs. Tray ran to sit next to the boy on the couch and hugged his head to his chest, shushed him quietly, and rocked him back and forth until he slowed down his movements and quieted himself down. The boy sat murmuring to himself once Tray peeled himself apart from JT. He stood to address his neighbor, “Thank you very Mrs. Sully, I really appreciate you being here for him.” The older woman nodded her head as Tray slowly shuffled her towards the door. “He was screaming, you know?” At these odd hours of the night, I thought the boy was being murdered.” That old woman was always dramatic. Tray wondered how she managed to get through the door. “Yes, well that happens when you’re a paranoid schizophrenic.” Tray tried hard to make that as non-sarcastic as possible but he’s not sure he succeeded. “Isn’t he on medication? Because he should be. Woke me right out of a deep sleep.” Tray simply nodded. “The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. To check. You know? Wanted to make sure the boy was safe.” Beatrice Sully stood outside in the dimly light hallway of the apartment while Tray stood in the doorway, holding onto the door as though it was the only support he had standing up. “And again, I couldn’t be more grateful. Sleep well, Mrs. Sully. I’ll see to it that it doesn’t happen again.” Bea nodded as she walked away mumbling something, and Tray slowly shut the door behind her, locking his three locks on the door. He sighed and turned his attention back to his brother.

By the time Tray actually went to bed, it was only a few short hours before he was up again. He was up a half hour before his alarm but he just wasn’t able to get back to sleep. He got up and got himself dressed in his twin outfit for the day. He got JT dressed and ready to go. He packed themselves and they were on their way to school. Tray had to walk JT to his class to let his teacher and the nurse know that he had another episode. The meds that Tray usually had for JT ran out, even though the dosage didn’t seem quite right to begin with, and he’d need to pick some more up after school. JT would need to be watched closely today in class. After dropping off his brother, Tray made his way to his own school. Two texts came from Raquel while he drove, which made his tired eyes smile as big as his mouth did. He was truly happy when he was around her. He parked his old jeep in the student parking lot and walked towards the school sending Raquel back a text.

To: Raquel
From: Tray

Hey you, making my way towards you now. Sorry for the lateness. Rough night.

He turned into the hallway and from there he could see Tyler and Raquel dressed the same. He smiled to himself from a distance and waved to catch her attention. Once he got closer, he realized what their attire was: minions. “Really cute. You guys look like…” Tray couldn’t get the words past his lips without laughing.

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Outfit|| Off white distressed denim button up over plain white tee,
black denim jeans,
Balenciaga Monochrome grey sneaks, and an anchor bracelet
Location || Hollywood High
Mood|| Annoyed

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Lennox started his day on the wrong side of the bed. He woke up in perhaps one of the grumpiest moods he’s been recently. Normally, Lennox doesn’t have a care in the world about school. He gets good grades, he has tons of friends, he always has something to do, someone to talk to, and somewhere to be but for some reason the last place he wanted to be at during spirit week was school. He didn’t quite understand the stupidity behind it and who in the world was to blame for the idiotic idea of a whole bunch of doofuses walking around school dressed like each other. So when he rolled out of bed in the morning, he pulled together an outfit that he hoped to God no one would copy. He didn’t even want to post an OOTD on Instagram like he normally did so that no weird kid would try to dress like him at the last minute.

He grumbled his way down to the kitchen to make himself a quick breakfast. The house was empty, as it normally was by this hour. For whatever reason, Knox felt as though he lived in this house alone. Perhaps it was because he rarely saw his parents, or because it was always so dead quiet except for the occasional music blaring from his younger brother’s room. Either way, most of the time Lennox felt alone, he was at home. He opened the fridge, the cabinets, the pantry, but found nothing that he felt would satisfy his taste. He rolled his eyes and let loose a whiny sigh. “Always forced to fucking starve in this house.” He mumbled to himself just under his breath. Lennox let go the idea of food, grabbed his car keys, and headed to the garage. He climbed into his Land Rover and drove to hell.

Pulling into the parking lot, Lennox could see Normani. She was surrounded by little Queen Bee wannabe’s and it brought a smile to his face. “Always have someone up her ass, doesn’t she?” It was a true thought though. Queen Bee always had someone kissing her ass, or on their knees begging for her to say their name or breathe their air. He thought it was amusing. Knox parked the car and walked over to Mani. He pushed through the wannabe’s and leaned himself up on the hood of her car. Taking a muffin to his mouth, Lennox smirked at Normani. “Queen Bee, are you partaking in this foolishness?” He asked in reference to Twin Day. “Also, are these muffin gluten free? Trying to watch the carbo-load intake.” He asked as he chewed on another bite and pat on his stomach.

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Fergus decided that he rather liked Spirit Week. People were so excited and busy and while the latter could be a negative, he could practically feel the energy as he walked into the school. It was as different from the atmosphere at home as possible. Sure, there were a few people who cared more about appearances during this time of year, but most people were genuinely excited for the week in itself.

Fergus walked into the school calmly with a serene grin on his face. A few people took a double take at him. He was actually dressed normally for the most part, which was unusual for a neo-hippie who often dressed in monk robes or kilts. In order to get into the spirit of the aptly named "Spirit Week", he had decided to participate fully in the events planned for the week. That meant dressing as someone's twin and given his friendship with Trayson, the obvious choice was to match his outfit with his. It felt strange to dress like an A-lister, but it was only for one day so he didn't mind.

He grinned when he spotted his friend and twin for the day. He grinned happily at the two people he was talking to. God, he loved the Minions. Still, when he caught a snippet of his friend's conversation with Raquel, he took a step back, trying to make himself inconspicuous in the crowd. He recognized something romantic when he saw it. He leaned against a wall and started humming.

"Om bhur bhuvah svah
tat-savitur varenyam
bhargo devasya dhimahi
dhiyo yo nah pracodayat"



Truthfully, Ian wasn't dressed all that differently from how he normally dressed. Jeans, glasses, and plaid shirts were the stereotypical components of a nerd's or geek's outfit. Thus, he, Daniel, and Emma settled on them and Ian was grateful for that. He didn't feel like buying new clothes that he would only wear for a bout a day. He wasn't rich, after all.

He pulled his car in front of the school. It was early, but that was the way he liked it. He was naturally an early riser and, truthfully, he slept only about seven hours a day. More than that just made him feel sluggish. It was a quirk, but it was one that he was happy to have.

"Still, I'd like a cappuccino and a cinnamon roll," he murmured to himself as he made his way across the parking lot from his car. He almost didn't notice another person walking towards the entrance until he was right beside her. He grinned at her.

"Good morning, Haejin. You look..."

He raised an eyebrow at her gait. It didn't look too enthusiastic.

"You look like you could use a cappuccino. I'll buy you," he offered.

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Outfit|| Off white distressed denim button up over plain white tee,
black denim jeans,
Balenciaga Monochrome grey sneaks, and an anchor bracelet
Location || Hollywood High
Mood|| Happy

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Lennox sat against the hood of Mani’s car as Mani and Chris exchanged words and glances. It always amused him to see how the two interacted with each other. They handled each other with such grace. Not really, though. In reality, there was always some bickering between them and if there wasn’t, then it was probably a sign that the world was coming to an end because that was what was only normal for the two. He continued to munch down on the muffin while the two glared into each other’s souls, but quickly pulled himself up from the car when Chris told him they should give the ladies their time. He nodded towards Chris and walked into the cool air of the building.

As Knox walked away from Normani with Chris and Chad, he felt a text vibrate his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and noticed it was from Taylor. King Bee couldn’t be seen by himself walking through the halls so Knox quickly replied that they were in the main hall. “Tay’s coming around guys.” He let the guys know so they’d slow their walk so they didn’t send Taylor on a wild goose chase. While they waited for King Bee to make his way around the hallway and catch up with the rest of the guys, Lennox figured he’d get his homecoming details in order. After all, what’s a man without his lady? Scrolling through his contacts, he got to Olivia. He started a new message to her and started typing.

To: Olivia
From: Knox
Hey pretty lady, what are you up to after school today? Gotta ask you a question

Lennox very well knew that there was already someone with their eyes on Liv but that wasn’t going to stop him. Jameson wasn’t anything compared to him and he knew he was a sure fire win in Olivia’s eyes. After all, James was so far in the friend-zone that there was no way for him to climb out. Of course Lennox and James we’re friends and he felt bad taking the guy’s spotlight but Knox felt he was better…equipped…to be dating Olivia. He slid his phone back in his pocket, waiting for a reply, with a smug look on his face.

The one thing he did know about Olivia, however, was how the girl was a difficult one to get. Not so much that she played hard to get, more so that it was almost like she didn’t want to be gotten. Lennox knew that in order for him to get some leeway on her, to sweeten her up, he’d need to go through her best friend. So Lennox nervously pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent another text, this one to Katherine.

To: Katie
From: Knox
Kath, gotta ask a favor. Need you to sweet talk Liv for me (:

Knox and Katherine have been friends for quite a while. The two grew up right next to each other and were always over each other’s house. It didn’t matter that Lennox was a grade level younger, because they were essentially the same age. Besides, the two only had each other growing up – at least that’s what it felt like from Knox’s side. Lennox also knew that Olivia and Katherine we’re best friends so the only way to get him in the clear with Olivia was to go through Kath.

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(Twin day) Outfit|| Denim button up under plain crew necks,
dark denim jeans,
white sneaks, and a Panerai wrist watch
Location || Hollywood High
Mood|| Happy

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A high five was exchanged between Tyler and Tray and before he knew it Tyler was making his way to his locker, leaving he and Raquel alone. Raquel turned her attention to Tray, asking him a question, before turning on her feet and walking down the hall. It wasn’t before she walked down the hall before he fully understood what she was asking him. Tray spread a small smile across his lips and walked alongside his crush. “No Miss Raquel, I do not have a date to the dance yet. You actually beat me to the subject matter.” He smiled, clutching the arms of his backpack that sat on his chest. He looked up momentarily and noticed the eyes and the whispers of the other students around him.

It was rare to see a jock hanging out with anyone who didn’t fall into his clique, or the other high class cliques around his. But for Tray, those labels never mattered. He thought of it as ridiculous to separate students into different classes based on their friend group, or their social class, or the like, but this wasn’t something done by the school. The social hierarchy was created by the students himself so it confused him even more as to why they took it so seriously. The whispers and the looks didn’t bother him though. He knew it was because most people were too shallow to understand so they always started rumors like, Tray got kicked out of the jocks and now he’s a floater or the two are forced to hang out together because he lost a bet, or Tray’s personal favorite: He got her pregnant because they were at a party and thought she was one of the lacrosse girls. Either way, Tray had honest and sincere feelings for Raquel and wanted a relationship with her.

The two quickly stopped at her locker but started their walk just as fast. Tray was getting nervous about the subject matter but he didn’t want to just blurt out the question. He wanted to ask her with a grand gesture. He felt as though a cute note or a cute promposal would make her feel wanted and isn’t that what every girl wants? “ I was thinking about asking this really cute girl, but I’m trying to make it special for her, you know? Don’t wanna just ask her like I’m asking her for a tissue or something.” Tray smiled down at Raquel.

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Outfit|| Off white distressed denim button up over plain white tee,
black denim jeans,
Balenciaga Monochrome grey sneaks, and an anchor bracelet
Location || Hollywood High
Mood || Bitter

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A lapse of judgement. That’s what we’ll call it. It took Lennox a second to completely understand what just happened. But the more he thought about why the hell Chris just blew his top on him, he understood. He mentioned Taylor in front of him, which is a surefire way to lose a head or an ear or something when it comes to Chris. He and Taylor are not even close to friends and it was completely accidental. Lennox forgot entirely that Chris and Taylor aren’t really friends and the mentioning of such sent Chris off the deep end. It was an honest to goodness error but it sent Lennox into a face palm. He gets what he did was stupid but Chris’s reaction was just slightly over the top. Completely unnecessary if you ask him. Lennox awkwardly waved up to Chad as the boys were leaving, he swung himself around away from the guys departing. He took a deep sigh, and rubbed his face with his hands for a few seconds before looking up and meeting Taylor’s eyes. Tay greeted Lennox and Lennox smiled slightly, “Hey man,” Lennox acknowledged Taylor. Before he could say more, his phone started vibrating in his pocket with multiple texts. One from Olivia and one from Katherine. He decided to play it a little safer than normal and texted Kat back first.

To: Katie
Anything for you kitty Kat. Help me with Liv. Does she have a date yet?

Without texting Olivia back, he fumbled his phone around in his hands, waiting for Kat to reply. He turned his attention back to Tay. He figured he should answer his question before anyone else blew up on him. “Oh, it’s just Chris. Bad mood. As usual. You know.” He kept his answers short and choppy. No need to fuel any Tay-Chris hate fire. He nodded at Taylor’s menton of class, “Yeah, we should get going.” Lennox awkwardly smiled and started walking towards his class.

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(Twin day) Outfit|| Denim button up under plain crew necks,
dark denim jeans,
white sneaks, and a Panerai wrist watch
Location || Hollywood High
Mood || Excited

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Tray and Raquel continued walking by each other and continued their conversation about who Tray was going to ask to the homecoming dance. He was obviously going to ask her but he wanted it to be cute. He wanted her to feel special about the way he asked her. He wanted to bring attention to her because he felt she definitely deserved it. He looked down at her after telling her about some mystery girl and noticed a blush to her cheeks. He looked back up and smiled to himself. The fact that he was who he was made no difference to him but apparently it was a thing. Tray didn’t care that he was a jock or a royal or whatever, he cared more about his character than his reputation. “That’s silly Raq. I’m nothing special.” He scoffed – not at her but more at the idea that he was something to be impressed by.

A moment of silence was followed by an excited grip on Tray’s arm. He looked down at her when she pulled away and was slightly confused. He liked that she felt comfortable enough around him in school to hold on to him. But when she pulled away, he wondered if it was because his clique status. He wondered if she suddenly felt weird being around him because he was ‘Trayson Garrison.’ That didn’t mean anything to him, but it meant a lot to others and now he was worried it meant something to her. She started to get flustered and stumbled over her words trying to get out of the awkwardness but instead digging herself deeper in the quick sand. Tray chuckled to himself and tried to calm Raquel down, “Hey, Raq. It’s fine honestly, I liked it.” He smiled at her but it didn’t help. She hugged him, and quickly rushed away to class, but not before asking to see him later. He nodded, “Sure thing Raq, I’ll text you.” She rushed off to class before he could say anything else.

Tray smiled to the thought of asking her to the dance. He knew that she was the best fit for him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent her a text. But he knew that he’d need more than just himself so he texted his best friend in hopes to get a little help with a plan.

To: Raq
Hey you. After school, parking lot. Meet me there. (:

To: Fergus
Ferg. Need your help with something

"Oh, you!!" Fergus exclaimed happily, crossing the hall and engulfing his friend in a hug. He had been vaguely aware of what was transpiring around him and the moment he got his friend's text, he decided to engulf him in a bear hug. No mere piece of technology could convey the depth of the emotions he felt at the moment. He felt the need to share it, regardless of the stares he was attracting. He grinned at his friend.

"You barely need to ask, my friend. I can feel the Universe steering you in this direction. I told you that Raquel was your Aatma Dost, didn't I?" he asked him with a grin, slipping into Hindi as he spoke. He took a step back, aware that the public just wasn't ready for heterosexual guy hugs lasting more than a certain amount of time. It was a pity, he thought.

"Now, I just need to ask someone out myself. I have to meditate or pray on it, but I'm sure I'll find someone. What do you need me to do?" he told his friend excitedly.



"I don't know.... I think it would look good on a model's resume," Ian told his friend in response to her quip. The popularity game was rather silly, wasn't it? He didn't understand it. Was there something truly wrong with him or Emma? He didn't think so, but in his darker moments, he hated what he saw in the mirror.

Ian paused at his friend's question, suddenly aware that he was in the presence of two very attractive girls. He wasn't too sure. He wanted to go. He really did. And he wanted to have a date that night too, he realized with some surprise, but would anyone look at him twice? Could he go stag with everyone else dancing with their dates?

"I'd want to," he began, only to be interrupted only to be interrupted by the one and only Katherine "Honey" Quinn. He listened to her nervous words with some relief, feeling his own nerves calmed somewhat. Katherine had no need to worry about school dances, but she did need to worry about he grades. People did have different strengths.

"Maybe you should order some tea? I think they serve some in the morning. It helped you remember the dates in history," he offered. He found that over the course of tutoring her, Honey didn't have trouble learning. She just got extremely nervous. So, he told her about how tea could help her calm down and remember the answers and she did well soon after. The placebo effect was fascinating and damn useful too.

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Honey glanced at her best friend and gave her a non-committal shrug, ”Well let’s see…My temper probably got me and my boyfriend suspended, the whole school can officially call me poor white trash, and don’t say they won’t your bestie Olivia will be leading them, I have a big bruise on my face and I have a photo-shoot in two days. Oh! And I’m this close” She said representing it with her thumb and index finger ”To losing my shit.” She sighed and pushed her pale blonde hair out of her face. She sighed and pulled Normani closer, leaning on the girls narrow shoulders, ”On the plus side I have a sexy bad ass knight in shining Armani for a boyfriend and my best friend is going to end” She said shooting a look at Anthony, ”The guy who put his hands on me and I can trust Chris won’t let him get away with it either.” As usual she had been knocked down but there was no way she was staying down. Anthony’s life at Hollywood High was over and she was sure he knew it as well as anyone.

She began the long walk of shame to the nurse, where Normani got Honey a ice pack and Honey demanded that Chad, who was no doubt going to have a bruise on his handsome jaw, get tended to so he could avoid having a bruise over his right eye. The whole time she said sorry in total maybe ten times but she couldn’t help it she just felt so guilty. Anthony would have never hit her if she just would have curbed her temper, not that she was actually going to fess that up to the principal, and then Chad would have never gotten in trouble. She had to admit though… Chad never looked hotter. She kissed his jaw lightly and mumbled another apology when he flinched, ”At least we’ll look bad ass together” She whispered. The nurse looked at her impatiently and said sternly, ”I need to clean him up,” Honey resisted the urge to tell her to fuck off, instead she kissed him carefully before turning back to Normani.

”I want this buried. Chad doesn’t need my temper to flaw his reputation. I’m asking you, not as the queen but as my best friend, to get this taken care of. That includes Olivia, you know she’ll use this as proof that Hailey should be a royal and I should get booted. I don’t care what happens to me but… ” She glanced at Chad, ”I don’t want this reflecting bad on him. He deserves better than me and I know that.”

She pulled out her phone and sent a group text to people to catch people up on what was going on. The last thing she needed was people who she actually considered friends hearing from people who don’t know the whole story.

To: Angel, Trayson, Kat, Hailey
Just so you hear it from me I punched Anthony in the face and he punched me back and Chad jumped in which caused a fight. I’m fine but I think I’m getting suspended.

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Hex: #FF6363 & #FF4000
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▐She was quite relieved that classes were finished for the day and she could go to the cafeteria, eat a quick lunch then go home. Well, meet Tray in the parking lot then go home. She swooned at the thought of meeting Tray then bit her lower lip while she stopped at her locker, placing her books inside then grabbing her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She didn't have any work to do after school because she had already did it in class. Typical Raquel. She looked over towards Tyler's locker and saw him putting his things up and smiled softly towards him. Raquel started her walk over there towards him as he closed his locker and looked at her, smiling, as well. "Sorry about earlier." Tyler instantly said as Raquel shook her head.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have pried but you know me." She said with a sigh afterwards then linked her arm with his as she stood beside him now. "Let's forget about it. Lunch?" She questioned towards him with a raised brow. "Yeah, lunch. Thank god, too." Tyler said as they walked side by side, arm in arm and eventually made it to the cafeteria, where they bumped into Lennox. "Oh, excuse us." Raquel studied the male's features then rolled her eyes with a scoff. "Or better yet, don't." She tugged Tyler's arm and went to grab a plate as both of their phone went off. It was a text from Chad saying that he was going missing in action for a bit and asking them if they were okay.

"Weird." Tyler muttered as Raquel nodded her head then went to typing on her phone keyboard, replying to the text and Tyler followed suit.

To: Chad
From: Raquel
Okay. And yes, I am fine. How are things with you? Everything okay?

To: Chad
From: Tyler
Take it easy, bro! By the way, need to fill me in on what happened.

"I hope everything is okay." Tyler said as they sent their messages and Raquel squealed as her eyes locked on Tray. "Sorry." She looked up and said to Tyler, who was wiggling his finger in his ear. "What? Can't hear you!" Tyler said with a chuckle then turned to see Tray. "Come on." Again, Raquel dragged Tyler over to where Tray was and smiled widely and brightly. "Hey. So, how was your day?" She'd ask him then remove her arm from around Tyler's while looking at a student's plate of food, making a disgusted face then looked between Tray and Tyler. "I say we go somewhere to eat. Yeah?" She offered to them both, rocking on the balls of her feet. "I'm down." Tyler agreed then they both looked towards Tray, awaiting his reply.

Raquel was actually nervous but a bit anxious as to what Tray had wanted with her in the parking lot. She couldn't help but taunt towards Tray at this point since the thought crossed her mind, again. "And we'll be in the parking lot, too, Tray." She winked towards him but still waited for his reply before her and Tyler started walking towards the doors of the cafeteria.

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Hex: #800000
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Taylor eyed Normani as she was speaking towards him, hearing her simple answer to his first question then continued listening. "Good thing they're both okay though." He interjected as she mentioned something about a party and a mass text. "I didn't get a text." Taylor muttered as he pulled out his phone and read the message from Chad. With a raised brow, Taylor looked at Normani then nodded his head. "Got it." As she somewhat dismissed him, Taylor responded to Chad's text since he kind of embarrassed himself in front of the Queen Bee.

To: Chad
From: Taylor
Fine here. Thanks. R u and Honey good tho?

He sent the message then walked over towards Lennox and saw that his brother and Raquel just left from beside him. "What's up, man? Pretty eventual day, huh?" Taylor said while looking over at his brother and Raquel, briefly before looking at Lennox. "So glad that school is almost over with today. You got plans tonight?" Taylor asked him then noticed Tray had entered the cafeteria. He gave him a welcoming head nod then turned his attention back towards Lennox.

"I know Mani mentioned something about her party sometime soon." Taylor offered towards him then still awaited to hear his responses to his questions.

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The Preps rarely ever ate in the cafeteria. Most of the time, they didn't stay on campus during ninth period, but if they did, they would eat in the courtyard. Today, most of them traveled off campus, and once they sorted out the plans, Sam left with three other preps, Cody, Julie and Devin in his Range Rover. They were head tho The Rooftop Grill at The Montage Hotel, a spot that Sam felt was decent for lunch. He was in the mood for their organic roasted chicken breast meal, so when Cody insisted on it, he didn't object. However, as they boarded into his car, he sent out an invitation to a few non-preps, and the one prep who has shocked the world by getting suspended.

To: Chad
Prove your wounds aren't that bad and come grab food w the crew at The Montage. Tell Honey to come too!

To: Chris
Trade in ur football jersey for a dress shirt for an hour and come eat at The Montage man

To: Jameson, Lennox, Taylor, Trayson
Eating w some ppl at The Montage if you're hungry and friendless, which wouldn't surprise me

He did intentionally keep Chris out of the group message that went out to Taylor, Jameson, Lennox and Trayson. Not only was he close with Chris, and already had a single chat with him that didn't take too much scrolling to find, but he also knew it wasn't smart to include him in the same chat as Taylor. Calling them not friends seemed like an understatement this year, with both guys vying for the top male seat in Hollywood High School's social hierarchy. Before driving, he couldn't resist sending a text to Angelina, who he was heavily considering finally sealing the deal with this weekend, and sleeping with. It wasn't like the ball was in his court that much, where he could just declare he wanted to fuck her and it would magically happen, but it just seemed like something that would happen eventually. He was sure that once he turned on the charm, it would happen. It wasn't like they hadn't gotten close before. He also decided to response to the group chat that Jameson had started earlier with most of the A-list guys, and send a text to Normani and Catalina.

To: Angelina
I want to pregame with you and your girls tomorrow ;). You're coming to Mani's. Meet at my house. No buts.

To: Normani
SMH I don't even get an apology for you ignoring me today in the science wing? Hurting my feelings over here, Mani.

To: Catalina
You corrupting my boy lol? If so, I approve.

To: Chris, Lennox, Jameson, Chad, Val, Tray, Taylor
Damn, alright, Blondie's outta the pool. Who else do we have that's fair game? Lol Taylor didn't you dress up as a minion with that girl? She your date? #score

He knew that it was Taylor's twin who had dressed up as a minion with Raquel, but especially with Chris in the chat, he figured that making fun of him a bit would lighten the mood, even if he meant it harmlessly.

The term bat shit crazy is something that was roaming the halls of Hollywood High like a virus. Whispers among students had grown ten-fold and it seemed that no one cared about keeping their thoughts and opinions to themselves. The whispers had grown to fully audible murmurs that resonated through the halls of the high school. Everyone seemed to had lost their mind in a matter of a seven-hour day. It was quite terrifying actually how quickly everyone had turned on each other and the school year had barely even begun.

Tension was high between everyone. Friends seemed to be turning on each other as though there was a disgusting plague that infested everybody. Seemingly, true emotions and opinions were coming out once and for all and everyone seemed to be acting upon them. And the tension was so thick, it created a fog that clouded everyone’s judgement. Fights were breaking out; friendships were breaking; the day was a complete disaster.

Both Lennox and Tray knew little of what was going on around them. Tray knew just enough of what had happened because Honey had sent out a text, to him included, explaining what happened. He was a little shocked to hear about what happened, but he can’t say he was all that surprised. Honey wasn’t the type of person to sit around and let shit happen to her. She’d fight back with all her might, and Chad… well, Chad wouldn’t let anything happen to Honey. It seemed as though everything in the world was happening today.
Lennox received a text that infuriated him to a certain degree. Did James actually think that Lennox would believe that Olivia would say yes to him? The girl was not that desperate for a date to say yes to James Page. Not that James Page was a bad guy to like, but above Lennox Atwood? That simply wasn’t a thing that he would let happen. He disregarded the text entirely with the roll of his eyes and sent a text back to James and the group.

To: Chris, James, Sam, Chad, Val, Taylor
Sure ya did bud, have fun with that

Lennox knew he was running out of time. If James really did ask Olivia out to the dance, he’d want to hear it from her. He figured the best way to get the answer out of her was to send her a text, so he scrolled through his phone until he found Olivia’s name and sent her a text.

To: Liv
Liv! Heard the news, congrats on getting asked to the dance by Jimmy James!!

Perhaps Lennox was messing with the bull in this situation, but he was going to wait for the horns to come his way before he packed away from this fight. Knox truly believes there’s no one else more worthy for Olivia than him. It’s entirely an irrational thought but Knox refuses to believe anything else. The pedestal is high for Lennox this time. Lennox made his way around campus looking for his friends before his phone went off again with a few texts from Sam. He never understood why Sam insisted on being friends with everyone and inviting everyone to everything. More particularly he didn’t get Sam’s friendship with Tray.

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Tray’s day was as busy as always. His friends were starting brawls with other people and tension was rising hour by hour. Before he knew it the entire Royals Class had created issues within the clique and the drama was quickly ensuing. Tray did his best to stay out of the trouble. He didn’t like getting involved in other people’s problems to begin with, but even more than that he didn’t like to be at any root of trouble. He had too much at stake to get involved in anything that caused suspensions or the likes of such. When the text came from Honey, it made Tray chuckle to himself. Mostly out of amusement of the fact that Honey tried to fight a guy. He didn’t expect Anthony to punch back though – didn’t take him for a woman beater but Anthony always has been the type of guy Tray kept his distance from.

The day went on seemingly fast, however. Tray barely had enough time to round Fergus together to help him with his plan. In between classes, however, the two would meet in the class to pass notes, plans, and ideas. Tray’s idea was to create a promposal for Raquel out in the parking lot. He wanted it to be something cute but not too over the top. The two weren’t dating after all, but perhaps this could have been the segway into that relationship.

Tray skipped two of his classes today in order to get everything together for his asking Raquel to homecoming. He went out and got a few bouquets of roses and used those to write out Homecoming? right in front of her car. He recruited the help of Fergus to stand by and watch the roses to make sure nothing happened to them. At lunch time, Tray met up with Raquel once again. The teasing was cute but Tray just wanted Raquel out in the parking lot so she could see the message Tray left for her. “So why not head out there? We should take your car Raq.” Tray smiled and winked back at her as he joined Raquel and Tyler out to the parking lot.

Ian thought for a moment. He didn't have any plans at the moment. He had already finished most of his homework, but none of his friends were interested in doing anything. He opened his mouth to reply when his phone vibrated against it. Sheepishly, he took it out of his pocket and read Hunter's text.

"Oh, I have calculus to finish with Hunter. I'm not sure if he wants to meet at his and, well, your house or mine. I can eat with you and then meet with Hunter wherever," he told her awkwardly. He wasn't sure how well she and Hunter got along. He wasn't sure how he'd feel if his parents got divorced and one of them remarried, expecting him to see complete strangers as siblings.

"I can follow you. No sense in leaving my car here," he told her before texting his friend.





Fergus stared at the bouquet of flowers on Trayson's car, attempting to pay attention. Don't get him wrong. Fergus was always happy to help a friend in need, particularly for something like this, but he was notoriously flighty and absentminded. Standing still for anything but meditation or prayer just wasn't in his nature. But, his friend needed him to make sure the flowers stayed in place, so he fidgeted and waited for his friend to lead Raquel to her car.

"Maybe I should have put more thought in asking Maya out... Next time, if it goes well," he promised himself. He hummed absentmindedly.

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Sam arrived to Mani's parties with a couple of other preps, and after hearing that some fun was going on down on the beach, a few of them, including Sam, headed down there. They got there at the end of some fun that the jocks were having with the Prep girls, which resulted in a lot of soaked girls, most in their actual outfits and not stripped down to their actual bikinis. The sight brought a grin to Sam's face, but he didn't let the rush of excitement come over him for long enough to shut his quick thinking mind down. Within seconds, he hurried over to one of the girls, Tiffany Bradshaw, and offered her the thick, white towel. After ten minutes of small talk, all he got was a peck on the cheek and a thank you, but he knew that once a few drinks hit the girl's system, he'd get a first class invitation to tear that tiny red bikini off of her. It certainly didn't reflect the classy, proper and well-mannered prep that Sam was to the world, but he couldn't resist rubbing it in to his boys once he saw that Chris had sent out a message in the group chat.

To: Chris, Chad, Dom, James, Lennox, Tray
Got here just in time to cop a feel on Tiffany after one of you pushed her into the ocean and she needed her knight in shining armor to help her dry off. Mani should've made this an all white theme. Would've made girls in soaked clothes a lot more fun but I'll take what I can get.

To: Angel
Should I be offended that three ANIMALS ditched ME last night for dinner or do you have a good explanation?

He was walking back up towards the lawn area as he sent the text, and now, he was alone. He considered following it up with another text, asking where Christian was, but it wasn't needed because within a minute, he spotted the Royal seated in one of the lounges. As he slowly headed that way, he made a note of how well Mani had done with this party. Not like he expected anything less, but still, he knew that it was always important to take a moment to appreciate the work that went into these parties. One like this was setting the year up for success, since everyone at their school was in the mindset where one party had to top the next, and anything topping this had to be really good. "Look who it is! Chris, my boy!" Sam smirked as he sat down next to Christian. "And without a drink in hand? Really? Your coach convince you quarterbacks only drink Gatorade, or you just being a little bitch tonight?" he taunted playfully, while waving over a woman who seemed to be taking drink orders to put in at the bar.