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What's Your Dirty Little Secret?.
13 Characters Here
Madison Delaney [210] What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Christopher Dawson [204]
Zaria King [46] The crazy loud mouth with pink hair.
Veronica "V" Desnoyers [45] I'm the sweetest b*tch you'll never meet ;)
'A.' [39] More To Be Added.
Cody Lafontaine [31]
Thomas Long [28] Mind over heart. Always.
Amoranta LeFaevre [12] I do what needs to be done.. that's all. Don't you?
Jay Valentine [11] "Facing the bullets is far better than to get shot with your back turned."
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A opened the classroom door, and nodded at the teacher. His name was Mr. Beirne, a middle aged man with a few bald patches. She took out her phone under the desk, but she wasn't the only one. Half the class had something under the table -- Mr. Beirne was the most oblivious teacher when it came to that sort of stuff.
Beep.
If you know him, please don't hurt him. It's his birthday. And I didn't enjoy it, okay? Please, whatever you do, don't hurt Jackson. I would die for him.
A bit her lip subconsciously, and didn't even bother replying.
Beep.
Just try and mess with me bitch. You'll be the one going down >:) -- Amoranta
A almost laughed out loud. She quickly typed on the keyboard.
I wouldn't bet on it, sweetie :* xx - A
Send.
A was about to put away her phone when she remembered something. She took out her phone, and yet again texted someone;
To: Christopher
What did you do this Summer? Get beaten by Daddy, or rob your Principal? xx - A
There.
"Okay, class," Mr. Beirne said from the front of the room, rubbing his hands together. "We'll start with-"
Beep.
Shit.
"Is my class such a bore that you must be using your phone?" Mr. Beirne asked angrily. "Uh, I'll turn it on silent," A mumbled. Mr. Beirne nodded and continued on, while A read the message.
Are you going to the Start-Of-The-Year Bonfire? Practically everyone in school is gonna' be there :)
A quickly replied,
I'll be there.
And placed the phone in her bag.
Beep.
If you know him, please don't hurt him. It's his birthday. And I didn't enjoy it, okay? Please, whatever you do, don't hurt Jackson. I would die for him.
A bit her lip subconsciously, and didn't even bother replying.
Beep.
Just try and mess with me bitch. You'll be the one going down >:) -- Amoranta
A almost laughed out loud. She quickly typed on the keyboard.
I wouldn't bet on it, sweetie :* xx - A
Send.
A was about to put away her phone when she remembered something. She took out her phone, and yet again texted someone;
To: Christopher
What did you do this Summer? Get beaten by Daddy, or rob your Principal? xx - A
There.
"Okay, class," Mr. Beirne said from the front of the room, rubbing his hands together. "We'll start with-"
Beep.
Shit.
"Is my class such a bore that you must be using your phone?" Mr. Beirne asked angrily. "Uh, I'll turn it on silent," A mumbled. Mr. Beirne nodded and continued on, while A read the message.
Are you going to the Start-Of-The-Year Bonfire? Practically everyone in school is gonna' be there :)
A quickly replied,
I'll be there.
And placed the phone in her bag.
Christopher came up empty handed from his bag search, not finding his schedule, but instead grabbing his phone the second it vibrated again and checking his knew text. "What did you do this Summer? Get beaten by Daddy, or rob your Principal? xx - A" Chris paled even more. "What the hell?" He muttered under his breath, starting to type a reply.
Who the heck is this?, it was all he could bother to type, before looking around the hallway. His eye started hurting more, and he could tell it was bruising. He slammed his locker shut out of confusion, before realizing he needed to re open it. Sighing, he did, finding his schedule in the front, moving from in his backpack to out because of the door slam. He picked it up and gazed over it, deciding he would just wait for fourth period.
Who the heck is this?, it was all he could bother to type, before looking around the hallway. His eye started hurting more, and he could tell it was bruising. He slammed his locker shut out of confusion, before realizing he needed to re open it. Sighing, he did, finding his schedule in the front, moving from in his backpack to out because of the door slam. He picked it up and gazed over it, deciding he would just wait for fourth period.
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Listen up, my bitches. I've got a challenge for you to protect your secret...well, one of them. It's pretty simple, really. All of you better be going to that party tonight -- I'm sure you all know which one I'm talking about ;) -- Because that's where the first 'task' is. All you have to do is create a scene, and your secrets will be safe. Anyone who doesn't, one of your secrets is getting out xx Don't even bother asking what I get out of this. Look on the bright side, maybe you'll know who the rest of the people getting these pretty little messages are. :* - A
Listen up, my bitches. I've got a challenge for you to protect your secret...well, one of them. It's pretty simple, really. All of you better be going to that party tonight -- I'm sure you all know which one I'm talking about ;) -- Because that's where the first 'task' is. All you have to do is create a scene, and your secrets will be safe. Anyone who doesn't, one of your secrets is getting out xx Don't even bother asking what I get out of this. Look on the bright side, maybe you'll know who the rest of the people getting these pretty little messages are. :* - A
Madison pulled out her phone to find one new text from 'A'. Something about creating a scene at the bonfire tonight.Of course Mads was planning to go, but she didn't understand the task. What kind of scene? She decided to respond to the message.
Send to: 'A'
Message: What do you mean create a scene? What do you want us to do?
She didn't really feel like going to class, there was no way she could focus on anything now. Walking slowly down the empty hallways, Mads thought about all the things A could know. There were way to many possibilities.
A little ways down the hallway another person was looking for something in their locker. She seemed to remember his name was Christopher, they had had a few classes together before but she didn't really know him all that well. "Don't feel like going to class either?" She asked, walking over to him and leaning back against the locker next to his.
Send to: 'A'
Message: What do you mean create a scene? What do you want us to do?
She didn't really feel like going to class, there was no way she could focus on anything now. Walking slowly down the empty hallways, Mads thought about all the things A could know. There were way to many possibilities.
A little ways down the hallway another person was looking for something in their locker. She seemed to remember his name was Christopher, they had had a few classes together before but she didn't really know him all that well. "Don't feel like going to class either?" She asked, walking over to him and leaning back against the locker next to his.
What do you mean create a scene? What do you want us to do?
It was from Madison. A rolled her eyes.
Be creative. What do you think I mean when I say 'create a scene?' Sweetie, just 'make a scene.' Whatever that means to you, I don't really care xxx - A
((Short Post, but I'm in a lazy mood -_-))
It was from Madison. A rolled her eyes.
Be creative. What do you think I mean when I say 'create a scene?' Sweetie, just 'make a scene.' Whatever that means to you, I don't really care xxx - A
((Short Post, but I'm in a lazy mood -_-))
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Antonio shook his head slowly at Macy. "Unfortunately I've been here for awhile; but it has been the first time I've heard of this A person."
The male growled when he heard his phone go off, and the teacher looked at him with an evil eye. "Sorry," he whispered, turning it on silent, and he read the text. What party? Oh. I don't want to go, he thought, frowning. Make a scene? What was she talking about? He didn't like being the center of attention that often, and so, his frown only got deeper, but he stopped and looked at the two girls.
"Who are you, miss?" He decided to ask as he pulled out his braid. It began pulling on his long strands of hair, so it began hurting. The boy's hair draped over his shoulders as he blinked his white eyes. "Hola. I'm Antonio León Feliciano. Feel free to call me Feliciano or Toni." Moving his gaze towards Veronica, he waved and mouthed 'nice to meet you'.
Toni sighed. He began loathing this A character more and more with each intimidating message. The boy, in boredom, began twirling a lock of his black hair in thought. "Oh, hey Mori." He said with a smile as he turned his head and body the other way to look at her.
"Just the teacher explaining who she is and all. Nothing that important, so you need not worry."
The male growled when he heard his phone go off, and the teacher looked at him with an evil eye. "Sorry," he whispered, turning it on silent, and he read the text. What party? Oh. I don't want to go, he thought, frowning. Make a scene? What was she talking about? He didn't like being the center of attention that often, and so, his frown only got deeper, but he stopped and looked at the two girls.
"Who are you, miss?" He decided to ask as he pulled out his braid. It began pulling on his long strands of hair, so it began hurting. The boy's hair draped over his shoulders as he blinked his white eyes. "Hola. I'm Antonio León Feliciano. Feel free to call me Feliciano or Toni." Moving his gaze towards Veronica, he waved and mouthed 'nice to meet you'.
Toni sighed. He began loathing this A character more and more with each intimidating message. The boy, in boredom, began twirling a lock of his black hair in thought. "Oh, hey Mori." He said with a smile as he turned his head and body the other way to look at her.
"Just the teacher explaining who she is and all. Nothing that important, so you need not worry."
Zaria looked at her phone again. Her mouth fell open. A party? Tonight? And she had to be there, cause a scene, or else... She shuddered and put her head on the desk, covering her face with her arms. Could this day get any worse? She couldn't go to that party, not after what had happened last summer. And causing a scene wasn't exactly what she wanted to do either.
Frustrated, she ignored her teacher completely and tried to think of a way to get out of this. Maybe she could go, disguise herself as somebody else and make a scene. But would A know it was her? Zaria was pretty sure her hair stood out, but if she had a wig. Oh, this was hopeless. She got up at the end of class and lingered by the door in the hallway. Any chance I can get out of this? she texted, not realizing that it was going to the rest of the contacts as well.
She continued on to her fourth period, fingering through her hair nervously. She couldn't focus now. How could she? Groaning, Zaria sat down in her fourth period and hoped for the best.
Frustrated, she ignored her teacher completely and tried to think of a way to get out of this. Maybe she could go, disguise herself as somebody else and make a scene. But would A know it was her? Zaria was pretty sure her hair stood out, but if she had a wig. Oh, this was hopeless. She got up at the end of class and lingered by the door in the hallway. Any chance I can get out of this? she texted, not realizing that it was going to the rest of the contacts as well.
She continued on to her fourth period, fingering through her hair nervously. She couldn't focus now. How could she? Groaning, Zaria sat down in her fourth period and hoped for the best.
Any chance I can get out of this?
A grinned. It was from Zaria. Of course she wouldn't want to head to the party.
What do you think? xxxx - A
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Time: LUNCH
A left the classroom and a groan escaped her lips. That had been the boringest class ever. She made her way down the stairs, into the cafeteria, and nodded to someone in the corner. She got her food without a word, which was surprisingly tasty -- unlike the disgusting food she had always heard her friends complain about in their schools. She slipped a fry in her mouth, only eating three before feeling guilty and pushing the tray away from her. She glanced aound the cafeteria, but couldn't see if any of her 'contacts' were there, the crowds in the way.
A grinned. It was from Zaria. Of course she wouldn't want to head to the party.
What do you think? xxxx - A
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Time: LUNCH
A left the classroom and a groan escaped her lips. That had been the boringest class ever. She made her way down the stairs, into the cafeteria, and nodded to someone in the corner. She got her food without a word, which was surprisingly tasty -- unlike the disgusting food she had always heard her friends complain about in their schools. She slipped a fry in her mouth, only eating three before feeling guilty and pushing the tray away from her. She glanced aound the cafeteria, but couldn't see if any of her 'contacts' were there, the crowds in the way.
Christopher looked up at Madison, confused as to if she was talking to him. "Uh no," he said, a half smile coming to his face as he reached into his pocket to grab his phone because it had just vibrated. Another text. Great. He scanned it quickly, letting out a slight groan and pocketed the phone. "So," he started, making eye contact and flashing his smile. "Are you going to the party tonight?" He asked, interested to hear her response, keeping calm on the outside.
But on the inside, he was freaking out. How was he suposed to go to that party? Sure, he knew about it and where it was and all, and had even been invited-kinda- but that didn't mean he had intensions of going. But I have to. No one can know, he thought, mentally frowning, yet still smiling on the outside. How his night was going to go; that was the question. What type of scene could he cause? Then he remembered Madison, and his smile widened more.
But on the inside, he was freaking out. How was he suposed to go to that party? Sure, he knew about it and where it was and all, and had even been invited-kinda- but that didn't mean he had intensions of going. But I have to. No one can know, he thought, mentally frowning, yet still smiling on the outside. How his night was going to go; that was the question. What type of scene could he cause? Then he remembered Madison, and his smile widened more.
Madison watched as he checked is phone. It must have been something bad because he groaned and didn't even bother answering. "That doesn't sound good" she said pointing to the phone. If he was getting texts from 'A' too then maybe he knew who she was. There was no way he could know less the Madison did.
The party was part of her plan all along, but after 'A's message, it was a necessity to attend. She stood up a little straighter and smiled back at him as his smile widened. "You're going too right?" Most people were going, or at least most people were talking about going. Who knew if they really would or not.
The party was part of her plan all along, but after 'A's message, it was a necessity to attend. She stood up a little straighter and smiled back at him as his smile widened. "You're going too right?" Most people were going, or at least most people were talking about going. Who knew if they really would or not.
Zaria groaned at A's reply. There had to be some sort of legal loophole for this right? But what would bring politics and that sort of crap into it do other than screw everything else up more? Exasperated, Zaria left class and headed to lunch.
She grabbed an apple and a bottle of water, her appetite lost from the day's events. She looked around at all of the other students here. Which one was A? Was it possible for such a cold, heartless person to even exist? Annoyed, she walked right past the pay line, and hoped the lunch lady hadn't seen her. She wasn't exactly planning on paying for her lunch anyway. Stealing things just made her all tingly inside, it gave her an adrenaline rush instead of terror like her breakdowns brought. It was fun and something daring, something somebody like her should do.
The short teen saw two familiar faces at a table and quickly joined them. It was the laws of nature after all- safety in numbers. "Hey, hey! Does somebody wanna buy me a balloon?" she asked, setting her food on the table. She pulled out her chair and sat down, almost missing the seat.
She grabbed an apple and a bottle of water, her appetite lost from the day's events. She looked around at all of the other students here. Which one was A? Was it possible for such a cold, heartless person to even exist? Annoyed, she walked right past the pay line, and hoped the lunch lady hadn't seen her. She wasn't exactly planning on paying for her lunch anyway. Stealing things just made her all tingly inside, it gave her an adrenaline rush instead of terror like her breakdowns brought. It was fun and something daring, something somebody like her should do.
The short teen saw two familiar faces at a table and quickly joined them. It was the laws of nature after all- safety in numbers. "Hey, hey! Does somebody wanna buy me a balloon?" she asked, setting her food on the table. She pulled out her chair and sat down, almost missing the seat.
"Yeah," Christopher said, racking his mind for a cover for the text. "Mother's sick," he said, pretend shrugging it off, the smile remaining on his face. He knew it was his best feature, the one thing that seemed to intrest people, other than his blue eyes, and he would be sure to use it again tonight. "Yeah I think I am," he wondered if he should go so far as to try to get her to go with him. That could help to cause a scene.
"But, I don't know if I should. I mean, I have no one to go with." Christopher said, keeping eye contact. That was good, right?
He turned to the other girl, recognizing her from passings in the hallways. "A balloon?"
"But, I don't know if I should. I mean, I have no one to go with." Christopher said, keeping eye contact. That was good, right?
He turned to the other girl, recognizing her from passings in the hallways. "A balloon?"
Madison thought about it for a minute, it would be easier to create a scene if she had someone to use in it. But he seemed like a nice guy, and if 'A' wasn't texting him too then using him would just make her a terrible person. Maybe an apology afterwards would help. "You should definitely go! We could go together, if you want." Madison said with a smile. She still hadn't decided if he would be a part of her 'scene' but there was still plenty of time to figure that out later.
She looked up as Zaria sat down. "Depends, whats the balloon for?" Mads asked as she threw her bag over the back of her chair.
She looked up as Zaria sat down. "Depends, whats the balloon for?" Mads asked as she threw her bag over the back of her chair.
From A:
Listen up, my bitches. I've got a challenge for you to protect your secret...well, one of them. It's pretty simple, really. All of you better be going to that party tonight -- I'm sure you all know which one I'm talking about ;) -- Because that's where the first 'task' is. All you have to do is create a scene, and your secrets will be safe. Anyone who doesn't, one of your secrets is getting out xx Don't even bother asking what I get out of this. Look on the bright side, maybe you'll know who the rest of the people getting these pretty little messages are. :* - A
Thomas read this message over and over again, on his way to lunch. Great. Now I have to go. He reached for his headphones when a group of people surrounded him, already blabbering about their summer. Are they honestly all talking to me? Apparently they were. Thomas raised his eyebrows, nodding subconsciously, not actually listening to any of them. The group asked him to sit with them, but he declined, stating he was going to go down the street and grab a bite. He hadn't actually planned on doing this, but he just wanted an excuse to get away from these people.
Finally tearing away from the group, he slid his headphones on, turning up the music, his face blank as he walked out of the side doors of the school. He scanned the messages once more, eyeing a new text from someone he guessed had also gotten the threat. Any chance I can get out of this? Then 'A' responded. What the hell kind of scene could she be talking about. What does she want with me?
Suddenly, Thomas had, what he thought was, a brilliant idea. He memorized the number of the person who responded to the group message and opened a new text, sending one to the person. Who are you?
Listen up, my bitches. I've got a challenge for you to protect your secret...well, one of them. It's pretty simple, really. All of you better be going to that party tonight -- I'm sure you all know which one I'm talking about ;) -- Because that's where the first 'task' is. All you have to do is create a scene, and your secrets will be safe. Anyone who doesn't, one of your secrets is getting out xx Don't even bother asking what I get out of this. Look on the bright side, maybe you'll know who the rest of the people getting these pretty little messages are. :* - A
Thomas read this message over and over again, on his way to lunch. Great. Now I have to go. He reached for his headphones when a group of people surrounded him, already blabbering about their summer. Are they honestly all talking to me? Apparently they were. Thomas raised his eyebrows, nodding subconsciously, not actually listening to any of them. The group asked him to sit with them, but he declined, stating he was going to go down the street and grab a bite. He hadn't actually planned on doing this, but he just wanted an excuse to get away from these people.
Finally tearing away from the group, he slid his headphones on, turning up the music, his face blank as he walked out of the side doors of the school. He scanned the messages once more, eyeing a new text from someone he guessed had also gotten the threat. Any chance I can get out of this? Then 'A' responded. What the hell kind of scene could she be talking about. What does she want with me?
Suddenly, Thomas had, what he thought was, a brilliant idea. He memorized the number of the person who responded to the group message and opened a new text, sending one to the person. Who are you?
Amoranta nodded at Toni's reply and gathered up the rest of her stuff. She directed a guy in their class to put it in her locker and hurried out to meet Jay at the gym. The bell rang and third period was over. She glanced at her phone and her deep brown eyes flashed in anger. Did this person really think that she could screw with a LeFaevre and not get burned? She almost scoffed at how incredulous that sounded.
****I'm going to find you---AL
She sent it quickly and finally spotted Jay's bright red hair and jogged slowly over to meet her.
"Hey," She grinned. Jay was pretty cool even though the two were so different. They were almost direct opposites that it was really strange how they got along. "Want to ditch? I've got to get a new outfit for the bon fire tonight."
****I'm going to find you---AL
She sent it quickly and finally spotted Jay's bright red hair and jogged slowly over to meet her.
"Hey," She grinned. Jay was pretty cool even though the two were so different. They were almost direct opposites that it was really strange how they got along. "Want to ditch? I've got to get a new outfit for the bon fire tonight."
Christopher smiled to Madison. He really hoped she was also getting the texts, that she also needed to create a scene, but he couldn't just come out and ask her, for all he knew that would be against the rules, and that would also bring up the question of what his secret was, he couldn't handle that. "Yes, we should go together." He replied, an earnest look to his face. "When does it start?" He added on, forgetting the details.
"To make me happier and then I can suck in the helium and have a high pitched squeaky voice," Zaria replied quickly, opening her water bottle and taking a gulp. "I heard there was-er, is a... party tonight. Are you two going?" She really hoped that they were. But if they weren't, are they too were A's subjects, then was she really safe at all?
Zaria took a bite of her apple and looked at them anxiously. She still had to figure out what sort of a scene to cause. How extreme or mild should it be? There was just the challenge of actually getting herself to go too.
Zaria took a bite of her apple and looked at them anxiously. She still had to figure out what sort of a scene to cause. How extreme or mild should it be? There was just the challenge of actually getting herself to go too.
"Oh then I'll totally get you a balloon! But I call half of the helium." She said and laughed. Right, the party. "Yeah we're both going. You are too right?" she said. If all of 'A's acquaintances were creating scenes, it might be harder to come up with something original. It would be a whole lot easier to figure out who else got the messages though, and 'A' would have to be there to see who did the task and who didn't, right? "Uh, I don't really know, I'm guessing probably around dark." Madison said to Christopher, then added quickly, "I bet something exciting will happen." There was no way to openly ask if the others were getting 'A's texts, but maybe the hint at a scene could get them to say something about it.
A slight shock went through him as Madison spoke, confirming that she was getting the texts. "I agree," he said, following her lead. "Probably during the middle, between a few people." That was his way of asking her to form a scene with him. He would need her help, and he assumed she would need his, and, the more people working together, the less original ideas that need to be thought of.
He waited for her reply, beginning to think of the different possibilities of scenes they could cause that would be of an adequate level for 'A'.
He waited for her reply, beginning to think of the different possibilities of scenes they could cause that would be of an adequate level for 'A'.
Madison nodded slowly. She hoped she had understood his meaning correctly and wasn't reading into things that weren't there. "Any ideas on what might go down?" She asked looking at Christopher hopefully. She had no idea what he had in mind, but she hadn't really come up with a plan for herself yet. Maybe if they got a chance to talk about it in private without the coded messages.. No, nothing seemed private anymore. 'A' didn't just know about things that happened in school, she knew about everything. What if 'A' was listening to them discussing the scene right then and there? Would they get in trouble for working together? Madison pushed the idea out of her mind, there had been no rules about the scene, just that there had to be one.
A looked up and saw Zaria, Madison and Christopher sitting at the table across from her. Huh, what a coincidence. She tried to blend in as much as possible, looking down at her phone just as another text sent through.
I'm going to find you---AL
A glanced over at the table where Zaria, Madison and Christopher sat again. They hadn't noticed her, though she didn't expect them to. With her brown hair and sports jacket, she blended right in with everyone else. She quickly typed in with her nimble fingers;
Good luck, honey. How will that change things, anyway? Will you hire another plumber to paralyse me, too? xxx - A
I'm going to find you---AL
A glanced over at the table where Zaria, Madison and Christopher sat again. They hadn't noticed her, though she didn't expect them to. With her brown hair and sports jacket, she blended right in with everyone else. She quickly typed in with her nimble fingers;
Good luck, honey. How will that change things, anyway? Will you hire another plumber to paralyse me, too? xxx - A
Zaria smiled at Madison's comment. She tried not to choke on her apple as she and Christopher spoke about interesting things happening at the party tonight. Were they trying to make themselves obvious, or was this just a cruel joke? Z continued on with her meal, if you could call it that. She looked around the cafeteria, oblivious to anybody watching her. She wondered if paranoia was gripping anybody else.
Bon fire. The words came to her suddenly, and she knew she had to do something involving fire. What though was the question. Maybe she could throw a bottle of alcohol into it, light a torch of some sort and charge somebody. She smiled to herself and took another bite of her apple.
"Anything's possible, isn't it?" Zaria replied to Madison after a few moments. She herself was curious as to what the others would do fro their fifteen minutes of fame. Of course, the fame came only to save them from the truth.
Bon fire. The words came to her suddenly, and she knew she had to do something involving fire. What though was the question. Maybe she could throw a bottle of alcohol into it, light a torch of some sort and charge somebody. She smiled to herself and took another bite of her apple.
"Anything's possible, isn't it?" Zaria replied to Madison after a few moments. She herself was curious as to what the others would do fro their fifteen minutes of fame. Of course, the fame came only to save them from the truth.
Angel sat next to Beck at lunch, as she always did. They were the closest of the popular people.
Listen up, my bitches. I've got a challenge for you to protect your secret...well, one of them. It's pretty simple, really. All of you better be going to that party tonight -- I'm sure you all know which one I'm talking about ;) -- Because that's where the first 'task' is. All you have to do is create a scene, and your secrets will be safe. Anyone who doesn't, one of your secrets is getting out xx Don't even bother asking what I get out of this. Look on the bright side, maybe you'll know who the rest of the people getting these pretty little messages are. :* - A
Angel sighed.
Fine. Just don't hurt Jackson. Not before I get my letter from his family with his pictures. I don't want a sad letter to go in there.
Angel hit send, and tried to act like everything was normal. She couldn't be rude to anybody. Especially what she went through at her old school. But she had too. For Jackson.
Listen up, my bitches. I've got a challenge for you to protect your secret...well, one of them. It's pretty simple, really. All of you better be going to that party tonight -- I'm sure you all know which one I'm talking about ;) -- Because that's where the first 'task' is. All you have to do is create a scene, and your secrets will be safe. Anyone who doesn't, one of your secrets is getting out xx Don't even bother asking what I get out of this. Look on the bright side, maybe you'll know who the rest of the people getting these pretty little messages are. :* - A
Angel sighed.
Fine. Just don't hurt Jackson. Not before I get my letter from his family with his pictures. I don't want a sad letter to go in there.
Angel hit send, and tried to act like everything was normal. She couldn't be rude to anybody. Especially what she went through at her old school. But she had too. For Jackson.
Veronica glanced at Antonio just to see him mouth 'nice to meet you' She smiled Scene succeeded She thought. Her phone buzzed. She groaned because she knew it would be 'A' Listen up, my bitches. I've got a challenge for you to protect your secret...well, one of them. It's pretty simple, really. All of you better be going to that party tonight -- I'm sure you all know which one I'm talking about ;) -- Because that's where the first 'task' is. All you have to do is create a scene, and your secrets will be safe. Anyone who doesn't, one of your secrets is getting out xx Don't even bother asking what I get out of this. Look on the bright side, maybe you'll know who the rest of the people getting these pretty little messages are. :* - A
A scene? Now she's talking my language! She smirked. She started thinking of all the things to do, pretend to pass out, flash her boobs, make out with two people at the same time. The possibilities were endless. Oh and I can wear my new dress Suddenly the bell rang and woke her from day dreaming. She went out for lunch and walked to the lunchroom with Macy. "Did you see the way that antonio guy looked at me?" She laughed to Macy. Then she saw Thomas being harassed by freshman girls. Stupid girls She chuckled. She saw Thomas put his headphones in and she jogged up to him. She snuck up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
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"Macy," she stuttered. "Macy Tritcher" She smiled. The teacher gave her a look and she was silent for the rest of the class. The bell rang and she walked with Veronica to the lunchroom. "Did you see the way that antonio guy looked at me?" Veronica said.
Did you see the way he looked at me? She thought. Then Veronica walked off chasing another boy. Well not any boy, Thomas, Veronica's huge crush. Macy looked across the room and saw Antonio sitting at a table so she walked up to him, "Hey there, we didn't have a great chance to talk earlier, can I sit here?" She smiled.
A scene? Now she's talking my language! She smirked. She started thinking of all the things to do, pretend to pass out, flash her boobs, make out with two people at the same time. The possibilities were endless. Oh and I can wear my new dress Suddenly the bell rang and woke her from day dreaming. She went out for lunch and walked to the lunchroom with Macy. "Did you see the way that antonio guy looked at me?" She laughed to Macy. Then she saw Thomas being harassed by freshman girls. Stupid girls She chuckled. She saw Thomas put his headphones in and she jogged up to him. She snuck up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
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"Macy," she stuttered. "Macy Tritcher" She smiled. The teacher gave her a look and she was silent for the rest of the class. The bell rang and she walked with Veronica to the lunchroom. "Did you see the way that antonio guy looked at me?" Veronica said.
Did you see the way he looked at me? She thought. Then Veronica walked off chasing another boy. Well not any boy, Thomas, Veronica's huge crush. Macy looked across the room and saw Antonio sitting at a table so she walked up to him, "Hey there, we didn't have a great chance to talk earlier, can I sit here?" She smiled.
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Antonio heard the bell go off, indicating lunch. Sighing, he got up and made his way towards the cafeteria, tightening the bone choker around his neck to where it was comfortable, since it would always tend to loosen up.
The boy bought his lunch, but didn't really eat it at all. Perhaps just took a small bite then pushed it to the side; he was more interested in drawing, and so, because of his hopeless romantic dwell, he began drawing little characters hugging with little hearts around it, odd thing is you'd usually expect that from a female.
Looking up as he heard Macy walk up to him, he shrugged. "Sure, I don't mind. I was kind of lonely anyway." Noticing his sketchpad and his pencils still out, with the unfinished drawing infront of him, his high cheeks tinged a coral pale pink. "U-Uh, you d-didn't see that, did you?" He asked as he grabbed it shyly and threw it down onto his lap, the table cover his lab so the book wasn't visible. The boy lowered his head and his long bangs dangled in front of his white eyes.
"If you did, well, sorry you say it. I'm a bit, odd, you could say. Out of the ordinary."
The boy bought his lunch, but didn't really eat it at all. Perhaps just took a small bite then pushed it to the side; he was more interested in drawing, and so, because of his hopeless romantic dwell, he began drawing little characters hugging with little hearts around it, odd thing is you'd usually expect that from a female.
Looking up as he heard Macy walk up to him, he shrugged. "Sure, I don't mind. I was kind of lonely anyway." Noticing his sketchpad and his pencils still out, with the unfinished drawing infront of him, his high cheeks tinged a coral pale pink. "U-Uh, you d-didn't see that, did you?" He asked as he grabbed it shyly and threw it down onto his lap, the table cover his lab so the book wasn't visible. The boy lowered his head and his long bangs dangled in front of his white eyes.
"If you did, well, sorry you say it. I'm a bit, odd, you could say. Out of the ordinary."