Prom Week discussion

This is a community pool, mainly occupied by the high schoolers in the afternoons and evenings and sometimes even nights for those who sneak in. In the mornings there are swimming classes for younger children after that it is open to the public. And most don't go because it is occupied by a bunch of teenagers.

This pool is very large. It's depth is varying as it starts at four feet at the end and goes up to eight in the end.

Sasha walked in and sat on a chair dipping just her feet into the water while she fishtailed her hair so it wouldn't get too tangled while she swam. Or at least, that's what she was hoping. The water felt nice on her skin, and she splashed lightly, glancing down at the water, then finishing her hairstyle. It wasn't like she was completely obsessed with her appearance, but if she went home her parents were a bit strict. She shoved herself off of the chair landing in the water with a light splash, having already changed into a tiny two-piece thing.

Mathew looked over when he saw a girl seat herself on the chair next to his. Sighing he laid his hand over his forehead as he adjusted his sunglasses. Probably just some sophomore girl or even a freshman. Seeing on of his friends pop in he cursed under his breath, he needed to be relaxing. Getting up he took off his shirt, showing off his six pack and dove into the pool.

Sasha laughed to herself, seeing some guy mess with his sunglasses, and then take off his shirt before getting into the water. Who wore sunglasses to go swimming? She ducked her head under the water untill she figured she wouldn't laugh out loud. Honestly though, some people were just so crazy at Salem! She rose to the surface and took a deep breath, even though she could have held her breath longer.

((Can we start this rp over? Sorry it's just that my post is really crappy and it's been bothering me))

((um. sure?))

Issac sat down in the chair, shedding his button-down shirt carefully. Didn't want it to wrinkle too much, now, did he? He did have to leave in that thing. He laid back in the lounge chair, shaded slightly by an umbrella. He slipped his Ray-Ban sunglasses on in a well-practiced motion, casually scrolling through his phone. It was a lovely day out, really, it was, and with his bit of shade, it was perfect. He let himself wind down; it had been a somewhat stressful week at school what with all of the work. And despite what people thought, he worked feverishly on all of it. It wouldn't hurt if he closed his eyes just for a moment, he decided, pocketing his phone after setting it to vibrate as an alarm in fifteen minutes, closing his eyes as he leaned back.

Lifting up her large, black Gucci sunglasses Aeryon propped herself up on her elbows and looked around. Satisfied now that the pool was empty she sat up and lifted up her cropped shirt that showed off her flat stomach. Hooking her fingers in the loop of her shorts she slid them off as well until she was left in just an eye catching blue bikini. Walking up to the pool she dipped a toe in before going around to the deep end and dove in. She sighed as the cool water was all around her. Staying underwater for as long as she could, she suddenly broke through the surface a few minutes later. Her long blond curls were all around her, as her crystal blue eyes seemed to be relaxed for once.

Unbeknownst to Aeryon, Issac's phone vibrated gently, stirring him from his sleep. He opened his eyes slowly -- as far as he was concerned, he was on an afternoon-long vacation (or that was what he liked to imagine, anyway, that he might be on the beach of sunny California or tropical Hawaii or somewhere -- anywhere -- other than Salem). He looked Aeryon up and down appreciatively -- sure, she was no Indiana (as far as he was concerned, no one would ever be able to rival the Adams girl's beauty), but there was no doubt that she was a very attractive girl. Following the dive with watchful eyes, he slow-clapped when she resurfaced.

((I'm thinking with her being, well, a slut, and him being a bit of a man-whore, they would be somewhat... acquainted by now?))

Aeryon was about to start enjoying herself in the water when a soft clapping was heard. Turning she saw Isaac and instantly she was on guard. Most people never know she's on guard unless they see it. "Isaac," She stated as she swam to the edge of the pol and crossed her arms as she kicked her legs in the pool. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be surrounded by some girls? After all I heard you were a ladies man," She told him with a wink. He was a bit of a man whore and most everyone knew that but she's never slept with him. She was specific on who she slept with and really? She's been calming down on the sex. Lately instead of helping her with the pain sex has made her lonely. When the boy leaves she feels lonelier than ever.

Issac gave a sort of indifferent shrug. "Have to get away every once in a while," he said, his voice the smooth, even -- almost monotonous, but not quite boring -- drawl that it always was. Almost unnervingly calm. He tipped his sunglasses down a little bit, peering over the tops and quirking an eyebrow. "And then it would make perfect sense for me to ask you why you aren't swarmed by guys right now, or dry-humping somebody on a car." He paused. "Don't look so surprised. News travel fast in this town. Here's to hoping neither of us get an STD."

"I'm not surprised, after all everyone saw me getting into Les's hummer with him." Aeryon shrugged,"Well I wanted to relax and it's pretty damn hot out so I decided to go for a swim. Come and join me Issac,"She told him as she pushed him with her legs and floated around the pool for a little bit. "Oh Issac! Come swim with me!" She taunted with a soft giggle in her voice. "Come on! It'll be fun!"

"Honestly, the real surprise is how you're still friends with Perry after essentially doing the dirty on the hood of that beloved car of his," Issac said dryly, his tone completely even. Honestly, if he was in the Gallows boy's position? She'd never be forgiven. That was basically vandalism, and besides... ew. At least when he had sex, it wasn't in any public places because even if it was nothing intimate, he wasn't going to make it public. He raised an eyebrow at the invitation. "Oh?"

"Perry's my best friend he would have to forgive me besides I have a key to his house. I would just bug him until he forgives me," Aeryon told him shrugging. Besides it was kind of in the moment thing. Usually she would eject touch that car of his unless she was pissed well she was pissed that day because be blew her off for some chic. "Besides it's only is and the water feels great. And you know what Rey say the more the merrier or something annoyingly optimistic that's similar to that." She shrugged and floated as she posed her eyes to enjoy it.

"Annoyingly optimistic? That's pretty funny, actually. I thought that you, of all people, would be inclined to that whole 'the more, the merrier' motto." His eyebrows skyrocketed, and he put his hand to his mouth in mock surprise, with an over-exaggerated gasp. "Or, oh, my, my, my, has Little Miss Hollis been deprived of a threesome before? Or -- heaven forbid -- never been included one? Can't say I'm surprised." Not that he'd ever been in one himself, but she had absolutely no way of knowing, and there was nothing that Issac did better than lie -- to others, and, more importantly, to himself.

Aeryon raised an eyebrow and scrunched up her nose in disgust. "I would never want to be part of a threesome. Despite what most people think I don't fuck every human male with a dick. I may seem like a slut but there's always more than meets the eye." She sighed and opened her eyes as she got out and loomed over him. Smiling she straddled him and felt him all over before getting up and pushed him into the pool. A wicked grin filled her lips, the touching was only to make sure he didn't have anything valuable on him which he didn't. Laughing was the only thing that came from her when she saw him splash in.

Surfacing, Issac let out a bark of a laugh. "Of course there's more to everybody than meets the eye. Hello, we're not telepathic here. There's a reason for everything, even if we don't know it yet. But just because there's a reason you've slept around so much it wouldn't be surprising if you tested HIV-positive, doesn't mean that it makes you not a slut. It just means that there's a reason you're a slut," he drawled, the edge of his lips quirked in a smirk. "And no, I totally agree. I don't think that you'd get it on with any human male with a dick, because I'm assuming that any gays would turn you down." He paused. "Unless you've been sleeping with girls, in which, I must say, I'm somewhat surprised. But I guess it was bound to happen eventually."

"I am not sleeping with girls. Besides contrary to what a lot of people believe I am picky about the people I sleep with." Aeryon crossed her arms but smiled when she saw him smirk. Slowly getting back into the pool she twirled apiece of her hair as she closed her eyes to relax.

((Sorry for the rap response)

['tis amazing as always, Kitty :) ]

Issac snorted. Yeah, real picky, now, aren't we? Hence why you've fucked half the school, Little Miss Hollis. "Riiiiiiight," he drawled out, letting the word roll off of his tongue with ease, his smooth voice indifferent as always. "Well," he quipped, "you didn't deny being the slut that you are. We're making improvement," he said, clasping his hands together in mock excitement.

"Denying wont change your mind,"Aeryon told him as she popped up in front of him. "Besides why would I care what other people think of me?" Kissing his cheek, she winked and laughed as she climbed out the pool and dried herself down with her towel. Her big blond curls still wet but were left alone to dry on her skin. "See you around man whore,"She winked teasingly and picked up her stuff as she left. Leaving open mouth and drooling boys in her wake.

Mila dropped her bag by one of the deck chairs. She pulled her long hair into a messy bun and pulled her tank top up over her head, revealing a teal, tribal print bikini top. She then slipped off her shorts and laid down on the chair. Slotting her sunglasses comfortably onto her face, she closed her eyes and stretched out, ready for a long, luxurious afternoon of tanning. But wait, she didn't want any awkward bikini strap tan lines. Mila reached up and unfastened the thin strings holding her top up, solving the problem while also turning on any guy in the vicinity. Two birds, one stone.

((Dude, I'm going to have so much fun rping Mila :P))

((lol, this will be interesting.))

Ben walked into the pool area wearing black swim pants, a white tee shirt, flip flops and a gym bag on his shoulders with his other clothes and stuff in it. He walked by rows of people who had decided they wanted to pretend it was actually summer by coming to the pool in mid spring and taking a spring, just like Ben had come. Though, he had to admit that it was a nice day out. It was about 69/70 degrees which was rare for this time of year and it did make it feel like summer compared to the usual days of forty or fifty degrees. Ben's eyes wandered around from behind his sunglasses and he scanned through the crowd for something to catch his attention. Warm weather meant bikinis, which was perhaps the biggest reason that Ben had come to the pool. His eyes wandered as he walked until he saw beautiful Mila laying on her stomach on the lounge chairs. Her back fully exposed as she had untied her bikini top. Ben eyes wandered down her body and then to the chair next to her, where he proceeded to sit, beating out some freshman who thought he could get lucky.

"Thanks," Mila said, eyes still closed, as she heard someone kick the freshman out of his chair. "I could feeling him eye raping me from here." She turned her head and opened her eyes to see Ben sitting there. She'd seen him around, but they had never spoken. "Although, if you're just here to ogle me too, then feel free to leave. I can assure you, you won't be any luckier than the last guy was," she said in a bored tone. She scanned the rest of the pool area lazily. There were plenty of open chairs, which meant that Ben also had a sweet tooth that only eye candy would satisfy. Oh well, it's not like she didn't like the attention. She wasn't going to dress like a nun just because guys liked to stare. "Whatever," she said with a shrug. "Look all you want, but don't touch."

He sat down, rolling his eyes at her behind his sunglasses. Of course, it was Mila here, thinking that the universe just revolved around her and every guy who laid eyes on her wanted to take her to bed. "Well, excuse me, unlike most. I was actually going to attempt to start a conversation. But it seems like you're just here to model. Guess I'll just go swim." He said, taking off his sunglasses and shirt, to reveal beautifully toned abs. Guys weren't the only ones bugging their eyes out now. Ben left his things on the chair and made his way to the pool, diving in classic Ben-Cannonball style.

Mila was about to make a remark about his poor attempt at starting a conversation, but decided against it. Instead, she simply ignored him. He could think want he wanted, she honestly couldn't care less. She had just settled down to continue sunbathing when a huge crash dominated from the pool, sending up a huge splash of water. Mila was sitting just a little too close to the edge and gasped as she was splattered with water. She jumped up, furious, and turned to face the pool. "Why don't you watch where you're-" It took Mila moment to realize why everyone at the pool was gaping at her, Ben included. She had unfastened the ties on her bathing suit and when she'd jumped up to tell at Ben, her bikini top hadn't come with her. "Crap! Crap, crap crap!" Mila turned away and rummaged through her huge bag for her towel, which was unfortunately at the bottom. She finally grabbed it and pulled it out, covering herself up quickly. She then turned back to everyone at the pool. "You can stop staring now. That's probably the most action any of you losers will eat all year," she said angrily.

[oh my god xD]

((Is it bad that I almost laughed? :P #Reasonsnottowearabikini :P ))

Ben had heard screaming from behind him, under the water before he emerged to the top and turned to see Mila with her boobs hanging out for everyone to see. He stared for a moment in shock before looking away, because he wasn't that much of an asshole to stare at a girl's breasts when she actually didn't want to show them off that much. Especially in a public place like this. Ben saw parents cover the eyes of their children around him. Idiots. Pool belongs to Salem High. Take the kids to the f*cking beach or you're gonna run into shit like this. He thought. When he heard Mila yell again, he snapped out of his thoughts and got out of the water, careful not to slip on the tiled floor as he was dripping wet. He grabbed his tee shirt from his bench and handed it to her. "Here, put it on quickly." He said, as hers had been on the floor and was now soaked with water which meant it would just become see through if she put it on. His on the other hand was dry.

((omg I'm so sorry Adena, but this totally reminded me of that Cliff story you told me xD))

((Now I wanna hear that story.))

((Thanks for bringing that up Rose :P I can't believe you still remember that! Long story short Sadiya, I was at the bay and me and my friends were jumping off of the dock. Well, there was a group of cute guys there and we were kind of showing off, but when I went to pull myself back up into the dock, my top slipped, revealing a couple of things that I'd rather not reveal in front of cute guys :) ))

Mila had no idea what to do. She was furious, with Ben and with herself. How could she be so careless and stupid. This kind of humiliation was something that would normally bring girls to tears, but Mila never cried. She was extremely upset though, she was never going to live this down. She was surprised to see Ben get out of the pool and offer her his shirt. Maybe he wasn't as much of a jerk as she assumed he was. "Thanks," she said, taking the shirt from him. With a little difficulty, she managed to slip it on under the towel. "I- well-" she stammered, not knowing what to say. "Thanks," she said again.

"Yeah, well, you're welcome." He said before looking back in the water and then scanning the pool area. The most common thing he noticed was girls tightening their bikini straps or girls pulling out their phones and tapping the keys on their phones rapidly with their thumbs, while occasionally looking up at Ben and Mila. Well, the news of Mila's flashing had probably reached half of Salem High by now. And the story would be changed many times over by the next day. Ben was already picturing the rumors that he would here from his friends. Heard Mila flashed everyone by the pool. Heard she decided to give some charity to the freshies. And those were only two. Looking around again, he saw the looks people were giving him as well and he knew that he would some how be involved in all this too. Heard Ben and Mila were planning on doing it in the pool. -- Wrong, bitch, they actually did.

((btw, I can't even imagine how that must have felt. ._. ))

Mila ran a hand through her damp hair. Now what? If she stayed, everyone would just continue to whisper and stare, but if she left, she'd look weak. "Great. I don't have a problem with being the center of attention, but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind," she said. "So much for a nice day of sunbathing," she said with a sigh. Mila thought for a moment. "Do you want to get out of here? I have a feeling no one really wants us here anymore and for once, I'm not going to argue. I'm sure they all want to talk about me, so I might as well leave and let them do it in peace."

Ben shrugged. "If you want. I wasn't in much of a mood to swim anyway." He said, grabbing his bag in the process. Ben didn't bother to grab his spare shirt and put it on. The sooner they got out of here the better. Though why he was so eager to get out? There really wasn't a reason that he specifically needed to leave. Mila was the one who had been humiliated. And she was a popular compared to his peasant status in the Salem High social ladder. Walking out with her would just mean that people would say that they either left to go have sex or Mila's social status would go down. Or both. Or something completely unpredictable because this was Salem after all. There were crazies every where. And it all led back to some crazy girl with a big mouth.

((Where to?))

((uh, wherever you want. Or this can be the end since I'll be gone for 3 days))

((Okay, we can end it here so that I can free up Mila :) ))

Jenner walked through the gates of the pool area, scanning the open chairs before picking a spot near the end of the shallow part of the pool. She picked this side solely for the purpose of not getting splashed on the other side. She wasn't an idiot--she knew the maturity of boys around here was minuscule.

Speaking of immature boys... Ben. Thoughts of him plagued her mind as she dropped her bag, lowering her sunglasses down over her eyes. She couldn't stop thinking about her encounter with him in the library, and much to her dismay every time she thought about it, it put her in even more of a foul mood.

She sighed as she sat down, letting her long hair drape down over her shoulders. Jenner hadn't decided whether she wanted to go swimming or not yet--nobody was really around, which meant she could do laps. But then again, she had come here to tan. Swimming sort of made her hair a ratchet mess if she didn't brush it immediately afterwards. Jen again pursed her lips and looked around--still debating whether or not she wanted to shed her shorts and tank top and jump into the water. It would get rid of some of her worries... the water was calming.

Just as she had begun to make a decision, Jen noticed Les getting out of the pool. Oh gods. She looked the other way, not wanting to give him the impression she was ogling him or something. That was probably the only boy in the world that could embarrass her. Not because she liked him, not because she was attracted to him... it was because he thought she was. Half of the school thought that. That, to her, was what was embarrassing.

It would be one thing if the feelings were true. Hell, then she would own up to it. But the fact that it wasn't true and people thought it was? Eugh. That made her hella uncomfortable, especially around him. To any other girl it might be funny, but to her it sucked. She was one to always tell the truth about her feelings. So when she denied liking Les and people didn't believe her? Meh... it made her look like a petty 8th grader who lied about her crush.

Jen had been about to lean back and tan, but when he sat down she changed her mind. She didn't want to tan less than 5 yards away from him--especially when she couldn't tell where his eyes were. She'd probably blush every five seconds and leave in under ten minutes. She hated that he could have that sense of power over her, especially since she didn't even like him! So, being the stubborn girl she was, Jenner forced a smile back to him--although to him it probably appeared genuinely polite.

After the short greeting, she stood up and dropped her Ray Bans on top of her bag; it suddenly seemed like a really good idea to go swimming. Jenner stepped out of her shorts--it wasn't like she was going to walk all the way to the bathroom just to take her clothes off, she had her bathing suit on under the clothing. It was stupid. People would be seeing her in a bikini anyway, so why did it matter if they saw the process in which she suddenly appeared in it?

Jenner rolled out her shoulders and pulled her hair over her shoulder into a braid. Okay. Now for some laps.

Jenner almost snapped at him, but instead she didn't spare him a second glance, choosing to ignore him instead. She wanted to know just how he expected her to hurt herself in cold water, but she wasn't about to ask. She was irritated enough without receiving further help in the task of breaking her temper. She was bound to snap eventually, but if she exhausted herself out first it'd be much harder to get angry. Hence why doing laps sounded so appealing. Of course, there were other ways to vent...

"You seem to be fine, so I'm sure I can survive unscathed." she remarked. Okay, so maybe she couldn't ignore him entirely. Jenner wasn't exactly the keep-quiet type when it came to people insulting her though... so why she was surprised at her lack of patience she wasn't quite sure. It wasn't like it was anything new. It certainly wouldn't be anything new to Les. He'd been the on the receiving end of many of her snarky comments. It was just the way their relationship worked... or lack thereof.

She walked to the deep end of the pool, choosing to jump in despite his warning. Of course she didn't jump in per say, that wouldn't be very graceful of her, not to mention she was wearing a bikini. Bad things happened when girls did cannonballs wearing two piece bathing suits. So instead, she sat on the edge of the pool--dipping her feet in before simply slipping over the edge into the water.

Les was just whiny, the water felt nice to her. She glanced at him, without thinking about it, almost wondering if his gaze had still fallen on her. How else would he have noticed she was getting up into the pool in the first place?

((Puh-lease :P ))

How could Alexis even enjoy his presence?

Jenner rolled her eyes when he let his eyes non-so-subtly eye-rape her bodice. What ever, if he wanted to check her out, by all means, go for it. There was no use in looking at what you couldn't touch. She might not be able to control his eyes roaming, but she was the warden of where he could put his hands. So why worry about what you couldn't change? The answer; don't.

She cast her mind away from the entire idea, dipping her hair under the water to get it all wet. It felt awkward when the long half was wet and the other half wasn't--it probably looked awkward to. She paused after a moment, suddenly not in the mood to do laps. She had something on her mind ever since she'd started thinking of Alexis. Like... How Les had bedded Aeryon, and Lexis had acted a little bit different that day.

Jenner honestly just didn't understand. It was Les. Les. How was he so good with girls? Sure, Aeryon was easy. But some of the rumors she knew to be true... Those girls weren't. Jen couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that people actually found Les attractive enough to sleep with him... She found him downright repulsive. Especially when he smiled--she felt oddly unsettled; like he'd just pictured her named or something.

Sighing, Jenner swayed over to the his side of the pool and leaned over its edge--hair falling over her shoulder with the action. "So, how do you hook a girl, I'm curious." She relented, not bothering to flirt or anything like that to get information. "Care to share your moves? Because I don't think you have any."

(( Reply Soon!!! :) ))

(J can you reply to me?)

((Okay remember our one on one and lobby. I missed you :))

((Don't worry I'm in the same boat))

Jenner shifted automatically, sensing his gaze on her. She tilted her head to the side without thinking about it, a small smile curving one side of her lips. He was kind of defensive now, huh? She had to take a moment to appreciate the situation--she kind of liked the fact that she might get to see a new light in this mystery. She just... Didn't understand, she never had. That was something that had always unsettled her. She thought maybe if she understood Les, she might see him the way Alexis did--not extremely infuriating.

She was just doing this for her friend. Alexis would do it for her... Maybe. Try to understand? It was kind of a rule you had to like the friends of your friends. If you didn't, bad situations to occur in the future were inevitable. That point had been proven with Pierce--look where he was now for not liking his ex? Screwed.

Not to mention she had to making him at least a little uncomfortable. She had to take some pride in that. Jen had never found a thing that got under his skin--this just might be it. One of the more Popular girls at Salem suggesting he had no game? Way to let that rumor spread.

Jen sighed, "I know you have moves, Les. They're just not the right ones."

"I am interested though. I find you--" she glanced at him, eyes smiling as
they grazed over his body, almost teasing, "Completely average. So I want to understand how you seem to carry such a demented view of yourself, that people of above average intelligence fall for, mind you."

((Oh my goodness I totally forgot we were RP'ing here. Shush :P no one will notice my paradoxing xD ill reply in a bit))

Jen rolled her eyes, sinking back into the pool.

He really pissed her off sometimes, right now being one of those moments. She honestly wondered if it was natural, or if he honestly had to try. Jenner suspected the latter. It seemed like all he had to do was be himself, that, and that alone, pissed off all the people he wanted it to. Did he liked having no friends if it meant he was popular and well known? She had never personally been through that dilemma... right now she had Alexis for a bestie and she was popular... win-win?

What would that be like? Just to casually walk down the hall smiling... that small action provoking six different people to punch you in the face? She'd felt that way about someone before... she hadn't exactly held in the urge, but somehow with Les she managed. It was probably that easy for him, it seemed like it would be. Wow. Les must have endless death threats upon himself just before breakfast. Of course there were still girls that liked him--for reasons still unbeknownst to Jenner, his answers hadn't cleared it up for her at all. She still didn't understand the powers of allurement he claimed to possess.

"So what are you right now? Easily attainable? You tend to give off that impression." she wondered aloud, raising a brow skeptically. Jenner wondered hook he would attempt to use on her, there was just one flaw in his plan. She didn't want him. Which meant none of his little tactics would work... for them to even have a minor statistic of success, she'd have to at least find his presence tolerable. Pity.

Jenner flinched at first, ducking under the water--sure he was going to hit her with his oh-so-precisioned dive. But he didn't, that was just one of his strategies to irritate her. Her mouth tightened and she turned around, searching for him. His body wasn't hard to pick out in the water--they were seriously like some of the only people here, and it certainly didn't escape her notice he was coming closer. Too close.

She leaned away from him, pressing her back into the concrete behind her. Why exactly wasn't she reading him? It's not like he was that hard if she were actually trying. Maybe she really just didn't want to know. That happened sometimes. But why didn't she want to know? She looked back to him, hands poised under the water to push him backwards if he dare make any more advances. Jen wasn't ducking under water when she could perfectly defend herself above it--she wasn't the run away type, if he hadn't guessed that already.

"So your natural response to girls without trying to woo them is threatening pedophile?" She smirked, relaxing once he moved away. What a charmer. She watched him swim for a second, then decided the pool was too small for the both of them. Not bothering with the stairs, she lifted herself out of the pool and walked over to her chair. She felt less stressed, believe it or not.