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Perry walked through the hallways still feeling good from his run in with the lovely being that was Miss Alexis Quinton. Pausing he stopped when he spotted Lydia as she had touched up on her make-up, grabbed some books, and then was basically swarmed by some 'friends' of hers. Odd seeing as they all seemed to be wannabee populars. Why didn't Lydia just tell them to bug off? Hmm guess it was time for Sir Perry to come save the Damsel in Distress.

Running a hand through his hair to give it an even messier look than it already was he smirked as he walked straight down the hallway towards Lydia and her group of fangirls. Smiling at the girls he could've sworn that one of them was about to swoon on the spot. Instead he leaned in close to the group, resting his hands on Lydia's shoulders lightly. "Sorry gals but I have to steal Lydia away. She's gotta help me with my Bio homework."

With those words he removed his hands off Lydia's shoulders and gave a slight 'shoo' gesture towards the gaggle of girls whom dispersed as they sashayed down the hallway with muffled giggles and glances over their shoulders. Leaning against the lockers Perry smirked, it was a known fact to any popular with half a brain cell that Perry didn't take Bio. He had Chem. Rapping against the locker with his knuckle he shrugged one shoulder, the one he wasn't leaning against, "I always hated the color of these things."

Perry smirked, and clucked his tongue at her in a mock scolding manner. "Tut, tut, I am not King. That role belongs to my best friend, Haydn. Or had you forgotten the true King and Queen of the school, Lyd?" He asked shortening her name. He was probably the only person who did shorten her name, after all Lydia wasn't that long in the first place, but still....he just had to shorten it and stand out in that special unique way that was purely Perry. Spotting the slight wrinkled around her eyes, a sure sign of hangover he smirked slightly, weakness located.

"Nursing the effects of last night, Lyd?" He asked concern filtering through his tone, he even managed to look concerned. But that was Perry for you. Skilled actor all the way, it was impossible to tell when he was messing with your head, or when he was actually interested in you. "If you still feel like it during fourth we should ditch together." He offered. Lydia was one of the few girls he liked to hang out with. She was fun, but she didn't get attached to him and he had kissed her once or twice before at a party. She was the town's party girl and one thing was certain. When it came to dancing, Lydia was good at it. And she was always his first choice to dance with at parties, he'd even gone so far as to steal her from her homecoming date just to get to dance the slow dance with her.

Not to mention that Perry knew of her smarts. Or at least he knew she was a brainiac when it came to Algebra. He'd sat behind her in class last year and she always had gotten A's on her papers. She seriously had been smart. Not to mention she was easy on the eyes.

[it's all good xD sorry for my long wait as well xD]

Perry smirked at her acceptance of the offer, he hadn't missed her coyly biting her lip. Girls. They could subtly bite their lip and it was one of the most attractive things there ever was. Smiling at her he couldn't help but keep that touch of mischief in his voice, "Then it's a date." He winked at her and let out a short laugh making it impossible to tell if he really considered this a date. Or if this was simply another Perry Play.

He had to give appreciation to the fact that Lydia never seemed to swoon or get all bothered by his presence. She rolled with the punches, and well even when she was upset she never seemed to go as far as Alexis. Still.....He liked that feisty attitude that Alexis brought to the table. At her second question he couldn't help but chuckle, readjusting the binder in his hand as he shrugged a shoulder. Wrinkling his nose slightly his eyes crinkling a bit around the edges he gave a half grimance-half smile.

"That easy to guess huh? Have the freshman come running down the hallway in tears or how did you know? Don't tell me you have some sort of creepy girl sense that allows you to sense when other girls are in Salem Witch mode?" He teased easily rolling with her comments and her playful tone. Seeing how she had ran a hand through her hair and it fell around her face in a slightly rumpled sort of way he had to resist the Perry urge to ruffle it and make it a frizzy mess.

Perry rolled his eyes his eye brows furrowing as he shook his head, annoyance on his face. "Why would I have a crush on Alex? She's dating my best friend, not to mention she's the biggest bitch in the whole school." His blue eyes flashed with annoyance. Honestly he hated when people assumed what was going on in his life. Gods that was incredibly annoying. Shaking his head he pushed off from the lockers and then reached in his back pack rummaging around a bit before pulling out a bottle of Tylenol and holding it out to her.

"You have wrinkles around your eyes, and you walk into class looking like that, everyone will know just how trashed you are, Lyd." Gone was flirty player Perry. And in had moved moody Perry. He was like a flip. One way he was flirty and carefree, but push the wrong buttons and you didn't get to deal with that nice Perry anymore.

Shrugging his shoulders and putting his backpack back on his back he smirked at her as she took the bottle. "See ya, later, Lyd." Heading off down the hallway towards his class he couldn't help but shoot a wink at a group of freshman girls who immediately giggled and then scurried off towards their own classes. Shaking his head he ducked around the corner, without even so much as a backward glance in Lydia's direction.

Felicity walked down the hall towards her locker, which was at the end of the hall near the back entrance of the door. She liked her where her locker was. It made it easy for her to leave or get something from her locker before ditching and easier to get back in and act as though she never left, not that it mattered. None of the teachers really cared. Most had given up on trying to prevent students from skipping. They could only hope that the kids liked their class enough and stay.

Felicity entered her locker combination as she stood before it. 3 9 19. She thought as she turned the combination lock around to enter the numbers and open locker door. She shut put away the few books she had with her. She took out a notebook to put in front her journal to hide it from view. Moving her books around, she pulled out her charcoal pencil to finish a sketch she started in her journal. Shutting her locker, she turned around and headed down the halls to her normal hiding place when she didn't want to be found, an old and forgotten janitors closest next to an old science lab on the other side of the school.

Jonquil eventually left the lobby,and went through the hallways.Her first class was study hall,and she didn't feel like going.She was still rattled from the incident in the parking lot.Thinking straight wasn't an option.Who knew one thing can affect her so much? Scratching her head,she wandered the halls,not worrying about getting in trouble.She had a pass to leave a classroom anytime when she felt sick.Jonquil felt like this was wrong though,just walking around.But she needed time to think,but this was the only thing that came to her mind:Was Perry actually....cute? She shuddered involenterly,and kept walking.Even though she knew many people,Jonquil never,ever dated yet,and she wasn't sure now was the time too.One reason being her medical problems.The other her not being ready.She pondered that,walking around aimlessly,until she hit a leg,then looked down.

A person.

Felicity bumped head on into someone as she turned left to the next hallway. She fell backwards and her notebook and journal tumbled out of her hands, but she was able to keep a grip on her charcoal pencil. Instinctively she grabbed her journal first, then her notebook, which was by the foot of whomever had caused her this humiliation and would soon live to regret it. Felicity got up, making sure she had a firm grip on her notebook and her journal was out of immediate view. She ran a hand through her hair and looked at Jonquil. Of course it would be her of all people. "Watch it." She said, pushing past her.

Ok then.... She thought,going past her.First the Perry and Alexis incident,now this.She didn't know what she did wrong besides bumbing into her.Jonquil only got a glance of a notebook and a journal.Instanly she wanted to know what was in it.So she did the first thing that came to her mind.She started following her,out of curiousity.It was one of her flaws,and it could not be controled.But she did try to walk as quietly as possible,then ask her.Not the best plan,but it was the only one she got.

Felicity walked at an even pace. She knew instantly that Jonquil was behind her. At first she thought it would only to irritate her and she would be on her way soon. Jonquil had a history of going out of her way to annoy Felicity. Actually, there was a list of people who did that. Felicity was not very well liked in the least by most of the student body. But she had given up caring for that a long time ago. None of them really knew what she had to deal with and they would never, ever understand. Felicity ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her face. She was about to turn into another hallway, but Jonquil was still following her. She stopped abruptly and turned around. "What the hell is your problem?"

Darlene stopped at her track when Felicity suddenly turned around and snapping at her. She gaped a little, turned to look at her back and saw Jonquil. Jeez, the pretty girl look a bit tired today. Well, teenage life is a little bit exhausting actually.
And yeah, of course. She don't know what happened between Felicity and Jonquil, but they always seem so bitter to each other. Plus, both of them are her friend and she don't want to ruin the friendship. So, she just chuckled and winked at Felicity. "Woah, Felicity. Why so angry? Eat something poisonous this morning?" She joked.

Felicity glared at Darlene. "Oh aren't you hilarious." She said sarcastically. Her glare basically said stay out of it. What was up with everyone today? All she wanted was to get away and have some time to herself away from this whole popularity spot light thing. She hated it. She missed those days when she was invisible and left alone. Now all everyone wanted to do was talk to her, hang out with, just be next to her. She normally was able to deal with it and not give a crap. But it was Monday and her week had not been going alright. She hadn't eaten anything for two days except for what Everett gave her. Allen had been drunk yesterday and had beaten her as well, her entire middle was bruised and sore. And now she had to deal with this.

"Of course I'm hilarious." She just smiled. Wrapped her arm around Felicity's and drag her to walk. "Calm down, okay. You're ugly when you're being a bitch. In the morning." She added. While she walked and glanced at Court's back. Yeah, he got a sexy back.

Felicity pushed Darlene's arm off of her and stepped away. "Stay out of it Darlene. Just leave me alone." Felicity said as she turned around and walked away. Darlene was possibly even more irritating than Jonquil. Couldn't she learn to take a friggin hint and back off? She hated it when people interfered with her issues. She could handle it herself. "Show's over, Court. You can put the popcorn away." She said, her tone showing she was still pissed off as she walked away, leaving everyone behind.

Darlene shrugged when Felicity pushed her away. "Jeez, stop doing that. I might get hurt someday if you keep doing that." Well, actually her heart hurt a little already but she just keep smiling. Felicity is like that. She understand. But Darlene is the type of girl who will never step away even when people want her to.
And when the girl just snapped at the sexy Court and walked away she gave a playful head shake. "Felicity oh Felicity. And oh," She looked back at Court, tilted her head a little bit to the side and smile her perfect heart breaking smile. "I always take everything personally, Mr, Ramsey."

((Sorry for the wait.>.<))

Jonquil tilted her head,as if she didn't understand.Of course she understood what was going on.Sometimes sheliked doing this like this.It was one of her faults.Knowing something was wrong and doing it anyway."Well," she started off,in a tone only described as confident with a smigen of confusion,"I was following you.That's that,i guess.I was merly intrugied,and i was bored.That led me to follow you.Simple as that." She crossed her arms then stared at Felicity as if she was boring through her.For some reason she thought Felicity disliked her for no reason,and she was trying to figure out that reason.If there was one.

((I'll paradox for one post))

"Well it's a good way to get experience for your future years as a stalker." Felicity said, turning around once more. "Why don't you go buddy up with Darlene. You both seem to love interfering with other peoples' lives." She turned and started to walk away, quickly exiting the building. Now standing outside, she locked the door from the outside so that Jonquil couldn't follow her. She sat down against the door. When she was sure that Jonquil had left, she got up and walked away.

Sadiya wrote: "((yeah, I know. . . Well she's not even here now........ I'm sorry, I can bring Mason in))"

((Fine with me.=) And thnxs.I was busy for a while and couldn't post.So i guess other people jumped in.=p))

Felicity storming off hit her somewhat emotionally,but what she said knocked the wind out of her.Stalker The word conjured images of someone lurking where you live.Someone that could be insane.Someone that could kill.It left her standing there,as if her eyes could see far further than they could.I deserve this. she thought.This is why she hates me.I stick my nose where it doesn't belong.

It isn't me.What happend? Did some of Alexis rube off on me? Am i becoming her?

That just made her lose it.She wanted to be nothing like her.She didn't want to BE her."No...No...NO." Jonquil whispered to herself,then sprinted down a hallway,not caring where she ended up.

She just stand there and frown when she realize that he called her Le. She raised her chin and grinned her dreamy grinned. "At least it's not Lyn or Darl."
After shaking her self awake, Darlene started to walked back to go to her class.

Apalla walks down the hall way with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She is wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans with a pair of black high heels, and a white tight tank top with a leather jacket over top. Her hair bounces around as she walks down the hall way her bangs cross her face covering her right eye. She has hoop earrings in and a neon pink strawberry around her neck. She walks over to her locker 121. She bends over slightly to open it up. The locker pops open on the first time with ease. As if she has done this her whole life. She drops her bag on the ground and opens it up taking her books out and placing them in her locker neatly and organized.

Dakota walked to his locker after the second bell for the third period. History had been a bore as always. Florence could barely stay awake himself and he expected to teach a class full of twenty students and make them think history was 'fun' and 'cool'. Those words coming out of the mouth of a seventy six year old man was nothing but weird and awkward. If Florence really wanted to make a difference then he would retire like he was supposed to eleven years ago.

Dakota looked forward to his next class, an elective. Film and Photography. It was an amazing class and the teacher, Ms. Ferrell, was great. Not to mention it was full of seniors which meant that they wouldn't take an exam because his teacher didn't believe in giving an exam for an elective senior year.

Coming in front of his locker, number one twenty nine, he entered his combination and opened it. He put away his history book and binder and exchanged it for his camera. A professional camera that barely fit in his locker and earned him weird looks but Dakota really could care less.

Apalla Finished putting her books from her classes away and grabbed her pink camera and her binder with her scheduled out of her locker. She closed her locker knowing that she was late for school and had walked all the way here. Because she had slept in forgetting to turn on her alarm clock. When she closed her locker out of the corner of her eye she spotted Dakota, or was it Derek? She couldn't exactly remember. He class was full of seniors and well he was the only one closest to her in age. She sat in the back and she didn't talk much in that class. Maybe she should go talk to him. Then she decided to think what if he doesn't like me or thinks I'm a freak. Well, there was only one way to find out. So, she built up her courage and walked his way with a smile. "Hey!"

((Kay. (: ))

Dakota closed his locker door and twisted the combination lock a few times out of habit. He turned around and faced a familiar looking girl. Seeing the red camera in her hand he recognized her as the girl in his Film and Photography class. She sat in the back normally and was usually quiet. He didn't really talk to her before and she never said anything to him before so this was unusual. "Um, hi." He said with a small smile in reply. "You're in my Film and Photography class, right?" He asked.

She smiled happily that he new who she was. She didn't think anyone knew who she was. "yes that is I." She stood with her pink camera around her lift wrist and her binder held up against her chest. "um," She said a little quietly looking down at the ground, "Would you like to walk to class with me?" She asked looking back up at him. Her checks were a little flushed.

Dakota shrugged his camera strap onto his shoulder. "Yeah, sure no problem." Dakota said with a nodded. The sudden light blush on her cheeks led him to think, Is she into me or something? It made sense, sort of. She had never come and talked to him before and they had been in that class together for about a month now. And she always seemed to sit near him. At first he thought that it was because they were the youngest ones in that class but now? He wasn't so sure. If she did like him, then this would not end well as he could hardly remember her name. Ms. Ferrell stopped taking attendance aloud after the second day and she was never really called on and this was the only class they had together. So yeah, he didn't know her like at all. "Okay, I don't mean to be rude but I can't remember your name." He said, rubbing the back of his neck a little nervous that she would be offended l.

She laughed sweetly, "that's okay i guess we weren't properly introduced...I'm Apalla, and i can't exactly remember your name either." She blushed. She stood there switching from foot to foot a little nervous. Also, she knew that time was ticking and she did not like being late to class. She smiled, "Um, would you like to start walking? We can walk and talk at the same time if that's okay?" She said a little on the quiet side. She rarely ever talked to boys cause she wasn't very good with them in her past.

"Dakota." He said simply. Okay, so either she didn't like him or she was one of those girls that some how ended up liking a guy they hardly knew. Well she probably sort of knew how he was. And from the way she was talking, all shy and stuff, it only made him doubt that she didn't like him less. "And yeah sure. I don't want to be late for class." He added as he turned so he was standing next to her and started walking with her down the hall towards their class. He lifted his right forearm to check the time. They had a good three minutes till the last bell would ring.

She turned also and walked down the hallway with him to their next class. "Dakota, that's a cool name." She smiled pointing to his camera, "that's a pretty neat camera yah got there." She looked back at hers and laughed a little, "mine's just a cheep $20 dollar camera i got at Walmart."

"It's not a bad camera for twenty bucks." He said, stealing a glance at her camera. "Though if you're looking for film and photography as a career you may want something a bit better. Unless you got it just to pass the class." He said matter of factually. "My dad got this off of one of his old movie sets. It's a few years old, so this model isn't used for film making anymore." He said fiddling a bit with his camera, as hr always did when he talked about it. It was obvious that Dakota had a deep passion for film. He was always asking questions in class and being that over achiever in class.

She smiled, "That is very fascinating! So, your father directs movies?" She said a little louder than she has been talking. "I like Film and photography, well mostly Flim." She said shyly. "I hope that someday i will become famous..." She said slowly waiting for him to start laughing at her like everyone else. She started to walk a little faster knowing that time was running. She took her classes serious. Even though she missed half of the day already.

"No, my dad is a producer." He said with a smile. "And if you're looking in a career in film the you will definitely need a better camera. We have some old spares at home. They aren't the newest ones but if you want I could ask my dad to let you either borrow one. Or you could buy one if you want to keep it. My brother Nathan, he's been trying to sell his old one." Dakota said, becoming a but enthusiastic about the topic.

((Looking through places and I believe I should reserve Ric for here, Star ^ - ^))

Ricardo stood outside his locker, only arriving a few moments ago. Every other student around him seemed not so interesting. It was always the usual - popular students huddled in a small group, and basically every other mindless girl or boy hopelessly crushing on someone from afar, which he or she might not even notice once they get a boyfriend or girlfriend. Yes, it was always the same. And as you might probably tell, Ric was amongst the unpopular crowd in school. He was fairly known around - even some populars actually recognized him as a living, breathing human. But not because they would want to be his friend, but because of his terrible school record that can probably make the devil's eyes burn to a crisp. Don't get him wrong, he was a smart and friendly kid most of the time. It was the annoying (and mindless) jocks who think it's smart to pick on his personal life.

Now onto the nitty gritty. Ric slipped off the black Jansport backpack off of his shoulder and set it down at his feet. He quietly shoved unecessary textbooks and notebooks from his previous subjects this morning into his locker, and took out the materials he currently needed, placing them into the bag. For a brief moment, his light hazel-colored eyes betrayed him and looked in the mirror that was stuck to the inside of the door. Every locker in the school had one, and it came in handy when it wanted to be. Not many people would take the time to carefully looked at his appearance. Ricardo never dressed particularly 'nerdy'. He actually dressed nicely everyday. Today he wore a simple blue and white striped polo shirt and dark colored jeans. Besides that his general appearance looked the same. His naturally curly hair with the right side shaven and designed with two horizontal lines that started at his temple. The small holes that dotted his earlobes which he got when he was a small child, but never remembered to put in some earrings. Indeed, compared to the other school population he felt ordinary compared the popular children. A tired sigh escaped from his lips as his fingers worked their way through his hair. The only item currently in his hands was a sketchbook. He carried it with him everywhere and made sure not to let it out of his sight. There was not anything personal left in this book except the realistic potrait of his mother. That was only reserved for her on her birthday, or any special day he would think it would be important to give it to her. Ricardo was bored; sometimes he would linger on his way from period to period, just like today. Many people did attempt to look into it, but failed when he caught them. Figuring he would need it when zoning out in class, he dropped it in his backpack then shut his locker.

Apalla stepped back quickly in defense, "NO! i mean no thank you i am perfectly fine with my $20 camera. But thank you very much for the offer. And maybe i will take the selling camera thing into consideration.I want to be a Singer or Actress. i am only taking this class to understand Film and photography more so that it looks good for when i apply to become famous." She said a little bit firm. All she ever wanted was to become famous. She always sang 24/7. Well, not in school other than in choir and stuff. She was defiantly an out cast. She did theater and some sports but she was kinda more in the background than anything. She still couldn't believe that this kid was at all talking to her. She noiced they had a few more doors to go and they would be at their class.

Allysa was late again, and she rushed to get to the school. Her aunt didn't wake her up, and she woke up 30 min. before class started. She pulled into the parking lot of the school, and fuck there were no parking spaces in the front. She drove to the very back of the parking lot and found a spot. She stoped her car and got her back pack. She removed her sunglasses and stepped out of the car. Way to ruin my morning! she thought. She slammed her car door shut and made her way into the school.
She made her way to her locker and felt the cold metal gently rub againest her skin. She opened the locker and searched for the right text books.

Eric was thinking about what Felicity had said to him in the janitor's closet and wasn't paying much attention to where he was going. He looked up just in time to see someone opening their locker right in front of his face. He dodged out of the way to avoid having his face smashed in by a slab of metal. "Woah, watch where you're opening that thing," Eric said with a smile. The girl looked familiar, but she wasn't in his grade and he had no idea what her name was. "You could take someone's eye out. And I happen to like my eyes," he added.

Startled, Allysa gasped and closed her locker on her hand. DAMNIT She closed her right hand over her left and bent over, wincing with pain. "Oh my god, that hurt" she said, rubbing her hand. "Maybe you should watch where you are putting your face!" She said, with a egde. She was not in the best mood right now.

Eric's joking smile vanished when she snapped at him. She clearly did not want to be bothered right now. What was it with him today? It seemed like he managed to say exactly the wrong thing to every girl he had talked to today. "Woah, sorry. Is your hand alright?" he asked. She had slammed her locker on it pretty hard.

She stood up, straight. "Yea, it's fine. Sorry I snapped at you. I'm having a really bad day, already. And I am sure I don't look the hottest this morning, either. I'm Allysa by the way. I'm a junior." She said, rubbing her hand soome more.

Eric shrugged. "It's fine, really. And I'm sure most sleazy senior guys would that as an opportunity to tell you that you do, in fact, look hot. But I'm sure you already know that," he said with a smile. He wasn't hitting on her or anything, he just wanted to cheer her up a little. "I'm Eric Fently," he said. "I'd shake your hand, but," he gestured to her injured hand. "Are you sure your hand is okay?"

"Im not sure, actually." She said, uncovering her hand. It was clearly bruised and swollen. "And, was that a compliment?" She said, looking up from her hand.

Eric laughed. "Yeah, it was a compliment. Admittedly, not my best." He looked at her hand when she uncovered it. Wow, that was worse than what he had originally thought. He took it gently in his. "You should probably get some ice on this. It doesn't look like anything's broken though, which is good." Eric had already made one girl cry and now he had nearly broken another girl's hand. This day really wasn't going as planned.

She smiled. "Well, it was the first one I have gotten today!" She said. "Would you mind taking me to the nurse?" She asked him.

"Well, the pleasure is all mine," Eric said. He nodded. "Of course I can," he told her. "It's not like I was going to class anyway," he said with a shrug. "And it is my fault you slammed your hand in your locker. Sorry about that," he said, walking down the hallway with her.

"NO! It was my fault. I should have been more careful!" She said, picking her backpack up. "I don't think anyone ACTUALLY goes to class!" She said, smiling.

"Apparently not," Eric agreed. "This morning hasn't exactly gone the way I planned. But then again, I doubt you planned to spend first period in the nurse's office," he said. "But having your hand crushed because some idiot in the hallway surprised you might get you out of some of your homework," he added.

She started to walk down the hall. "I hope so! I might as well just not do class at all today. Whats the point, right?" She said, attempting to fling her backpack onto her shoulder, but failed many times.

Eric watched her for a moment, then helped her out with her backpack, pulling it over her shoulder. "So, how are you going to spend all of your new found freedom?" he asked. "Hey, with that hand, you might even be able to get one of those disability stickers. That way you won't have to search for a parking spot in the mornings. I'm guessing that's why you were late today."

"That is most certainly why I was late! And I'm not sure how I wanna spend it!" She answered, looking ahead.

They arrived at the nurse's office. Eric opened the door for her and explained what happened to the nurse. While she inspected Allysa's hand, he sat down in an empty chair and propped his feet up on the hard white bed. He had no idea why nurse's offices always had those horrible beds. If someone was already feeling bad, then the least they could do is provide a comfortable place to lay down. "So, what's the damage?" he asked the nurse?

The nurse looked up. "It seems as though she might have fracsered ((omfg I spelled that wrong)) her 2 top knuckles." She explained.