Kale Ivy Institute discussion

~RP

A hallway full of couches and chairs, it's also where you will found the bathrooms.

Stiles wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but he decided that maybe going to the bathroom and splashing some water on his face would be a good idea. Maybe even a pep talk to himself in the mirror would help calm his nerves some. After all, he was going to talk to the girl he hasn't spoken to or seen in three frickin' years. He's gonna need a damn pep talk. However, when he reached the lounge, he stopped in front of door, thinking maybe he should just grow a pair and approach her right then and now rather than going into the bathroom and making a fool of himself in case walks in on him.

As this was his first year and he wanted to make a good impression for a change --not be the huge dork no one took seriously-- so Stiles stepped away from a door and took a seat on of the couches instead. He just needed a few minutes to gather his thoughts before going back out there again in search of Lydia. It was obvious he was nervous as he would sit back then sit up straight again before leaning forward --only to repeat the process again a few times-- , and the his foot was constantly tapping against the carpeted floor. Yeah so this wasn't going to be easy.

Roland would have taken a detour, but he decided he didn't care if this boy knew he was trailing him. It didn't seem to matter though, because he never looked back anyways. Jeesh, he really was a first year. Anyone who was anyone here at Kale knew to check when you turned a corner, someone was usually watching. Not that Roland cared though, tonight everyone was too excited seeing their friends, so it wasn't like they were actually going to do pranks. Unless they were stupid... which was a possibility.

He sat on the couch nonchalantly, shooting him a sidelong glance. "If you're trying to send out girl repellent, you're doing a good job, just for the record. You look nervous, and that's something people pray on here--so you're lucky I found you first. I'm Roland, and you must be fresh meat."

Until this other guy spoke up, Stiles hadn't a clue he was there in the first place. Then again he hadn't really cared since his mind was elsewhere entirely. This whole school was so new to him and so weird that he hardly knew what he was doing anymore. Poor guy was confused. Though when the guy had spoken, Stiles jumped in his seat, almost falling right on out of it before composing himself again as he turned to look at the guy. "Uh yes well," he cleared his throat, "Repelling girls has been a life goal of mine." What? Sighing, he nodded his head. "I am the fresh meat. First year here and a senior." At this he glanced down at the ring on his finger, the one with the green stone in the middle of it, the color of his team. Stiles then grinned over at the guy, looking over at him warily. "Which makes me wonder how do I know you're not one of the people who's the predator? I don't really like being the prey, but I'm often stuck as the helpless bunny."

"Tough break." he agreed, playing with the ring on his finger. Roland wondered how to answer his question, but in the end he knew he wouldn't be able to do it without messing with him a little bit. But in all honesty, he might have been trailing him as prey at first, but now he saw the green stud in his ring. That meant they were as good as best friends already. "Actually, I've taken it upon myself to show you the ropes. Seeing as how we're both Green Dymias and you're a helpless rodent, it's the least I can do."

Evangelina made her way to the hallway, or lounge-way, as they called it. She was still getting used to the upper class way of things and she could never grasp the idea of needing furniture in a hallway. Or having a hallway large enough to fit furniture. Or why people would spend money on something they'd rarely use. Oh, well. If they had the money, spend it. It wasn't her place to argue anything different. Though she would admit, the lounge way was a nice place of escape. She walked to the back of the hall and curled up on couch. She plugged in her headphones and listened to her music and attempted to stay awake.

"That's kind of you," Stiles said, though he sounded unsure. Then he noticed the guy also had a ring with a green stone on it, which made him realize that they were on the same team. That alone should have made him relax but it made him a little more on edge. With a nod, he added, "Ah yes, same team. Cool. Well I'm Stiles." Then he reached out his hand towards him for a friendly shake. The helpless rodent comment didn't really do much to him since he admitted he was as helpless as a rabbit. "So uh, why aren't you out there dancing instead? Aren't your friends going to miss you?" Unlike almost everyone there, Stiles was dressed in a plaid shirt with a blue t-shirt underneath and blue jeans. Everyone told him it was casual, but even his casual was possibly a little too casual for this crowd.

Roland leaned back on the couch, letting his eyes wander around the hall as Stiles spoke. He didn't have to look at him to know how apprehensive he was being... that was probably a good thing though, considering all the people he was going to encounter here. In the back of his mind he noticed Lydia walk past the hall, meeting his gaze briefly before continuing on her way. He wouldn't miss that red hair anywhere he looked--he could pick that girl out in a ocean of people.

Clearing his throat, he looked back to Stiles--amusement plain on his features. "I don't dance. Besides, I'd rather get a feel of what this year is going to be like. Make friends, all that jazz."

When Lydia walked by, that was all Stiles saw for a moment. It was a glance, but it was that red hair that made his heart almost leap into his throat. So she was there. Well he knew she was, he spotted her earlier, though it was only for a second much like now. Maybe he should get up and run after her. He was sure that this guy wouldn't mind. Speaking of this guy, Stiles still didn't know his name. Sitting back, he nodded his head again, knowing he missed his chance going after Lydia.

"But dancing is good for you, I think. I don't know. I'm not really good at it. Um yeah making friends is a lot of fun and all that jazz," Stiles agreed, though his head was once again elsewhere. Glancing around the lounge, he spotted another girl there curled up on a couch. He noticed her listening to music, so he decided that maybe he shouldn't say anything to bother her. Looking back to the guy he asked, "So uh, what's your name? I don't think I caught it...if you ever said it. If we're going to be friends, I'll need to know your name...and yeah."

"It's Roland." he repeated, but her was pretty confident the guy had missed it for the second time. He looked like he had something on his mind... and that's when it clicked. There was a picture, one Lydia kept in her dorm. He'd noticed it last year when she'd been room with his at-the-time girlfriend Chelsea. It had this boy in it... so what the hell did that mean?

When he just fumbled with his words, Roland hung his head in pity for the guy. He must have noticed her too. If he was hung up on that girl, Roland really did feel bad for him. And he would need all the help he would get. "Got someone on your mind?" he asked, wanting to confirm it before he told him anything.

"Uh what?" Stiles swallowed hard. Was he being obvious? Did Roland notice his look of longing when Lydia passed by? He hoped not. Stiles was pretty sure Lydia wanted nothing to do with him, though he wasn't really one to give up completely. After all they once were friends, and he came all this way just for her. . . It was a little to late just to give up now he was there. Plus maybe Roland knew something about Lydia, maybe he could find out how she's been for the past three years in Kale. Help him catch him up to speed on all that's been happening so far. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he muttered, "Is it that obvious?"

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Evangelina felt someone walk past her but didn't stir nor did she open her eyes to see who. Such things were trivial and didn't really matter to her. After her song ended, she opened her eyes and began to scroll through her iPod for a decent song. Out of the corner of her eye she was a strawberry blonde, chatting with two guys. She finally landed on Curse by Imagine Dragons. She put her arm over her head, no longer feeling tired but not having the energy or will power to do much else.

Cheryl [cherchima] wrote: ""Uh what?" Stiles swallowed hard. Was he being obvious? Did Roland notice his look of longing when Lydia passed by? He hoped not. Stiles was pretty sure Lydia wanted nothing to do with him, though ..."

Roland smiled sympathetically, dropping his shoulders in a shrug. Yeah, anyone in the five mile radius felt the longing radiating from. "No, it was just a lucky guess." he amended. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contact list until he found the one he wanted. "So, I'm curious. I've known Lydia for three years now, and I've never seen her have anything of sentimental value. But when I look at the picture she had of you, she practically suffocated me with a pillow. What makes you so special?" Roland felt the need to reassure him this crush-though it seemed like more-wasn't completely hopeless... even if it totally was.

J_Byrd wrote: "Ripley came back out only to see the girl didn't even listen to him. Did she not feel him shove her? Obviously he needed to be a bit harsher, which wasn't hard for him. How many times did he have t..."

Evangelina felt strong hands on her shoulders and before she could register what was happening she was pushed against the wall, a gasp escaping her lips in shock. It was pointless struggling, she was far too weak to escape. Her body was still slowly healing from the years of pain she had caused upon herself. She tried to recognize the face in front of her, but no name came to mind. She didn't pay attention to those sorts of things. No one cared for her and she cared for no one. However she did recognize the face. Her hair fell into her face, as she spoke or stuttered really. "You think I don't know that? I've always been in trouble."

Evangelina flinched against his touch and she attempted to move away but it seemed as if when she did that he only came closer. "Get a fucking backbone..." were the words which rang in her ear. Oh, she had tried that a few times and each time she was pushed down. Once down the stairs. She ended up with a concussion and twelve stitch. "Try telling me something I haven't heard." She said, the stutter not as evident as it was before but still present. What was he doing here? With her, talking to her? Toxic or not, there was still no reason she saw for this who sha-bang. All she really wanted to do was get away and run, as she always had. It was the only thing that ever worked. And she had a thing where she preferred to survive over everything else.

She met his eyes for a moment, seeing all the anger and rage within him she shut her mouth and pursed her lips to keep herself from saying anything. Why did she even speak in the first place? Staying quiet had always worked when she wanted to be left alone. And look at what happen when she hadn't? This. Exactly why she should just walk away. But there was not enough space between them for her to get up and get away. And though she could have brushed past him she had a feeling it wouldn't be a great idea.

Evangelina took in a shaky breath before answering, her gaze wandering around looking for an exit out of this whole mess. She felt panicked and trapped like the first time she was forced to meet her father. "Evangelina." She said eventually, although soft spoken her voice was calm and clear. Evangelina was insecure about many things. She was unsure about herself nearly all the time. But there were a few things she knew would never change about her and her name was among that list. It was somehow comforting and horrific. In the matter of names she never had a choice in what she would be called. But once that name was given there was nothing anyone could do to change it. No matter what happened Evangelina would remain Evangelina.

@ROSE


"Wait what? She has a picture of me? Of me? You sure it wasn't a picture of a guy who looked like me? I mean I'm handsome sure, but she...has a picture of me?" Stiles was grinning like an idiot, looking as if he just won the biggest prize in the world, but at the same time he paused and looked confused. Why would Lydia keep a picture of him? She left. And she hasn't exactly said a word to him since she left. So then why would Lydia of all people have a picture of him. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he looked back to Roland and started grinning again. "We used to be best friends. Actually we were neighbors. Actually we were classmates. Okay, so we were all three. Best friends, neighbors and classmates. There isn't a thing I don't know about her." He short of shrugged, making a face. "Weeell, there wasn't a thing I didn't know about her. Ever since she left and came here, we haven't exactly kept in touch." He slouched back onto the couch, sighing as he looked down as his hands. "You seem to know her... how's she been? You know, here? Is she happy?"

Oh lord. Stiles really would need his help. Roland could tell just by the way he just freaked out over a picture. "Yeah, it was you. That's why I came to talk to you, I was curious. But then you were on my team, so I decided I should make a go at trying to be your friend." he offered, shaking his head inwardly about his fangirling. He didn't just like Lydia, it seemed way deeper than that... and obviously for good reasons. Best friend? Roland had never seen her hang around any guys for any length of time, so Stiles must have left quite an impression... but why would she leave?

"Well she's Lydia, I'm sure you know that better than anyone. Not really sure though, we're not exactly close friends. It's more of a love-hate relationship we have going. After being at Kale for a couple of weeks, you'll know what I mean." he paused, tiling his head to the side as he looked at him. "If you guys were so good together and everything, why did she leave? And you haven't kept in touch--does that mean no contact at all?"

Stiles nodded, not opposed to the idea of having a best friend. He needed a best friend what with being the new kid and all. A best friend would be a good thing to have, especially since well yeah. Plus if Roland knew Lydia, it would be a way for Stiles to get in, right? "Hey, if you want to be my friend, I won't stop you. After all, we're teammates now." He grinned over at Roland but the topic of Lydia made his heart drop into his stomach.

It was the same question he's been asking himself ever since she left. Why'd she go? What had he done that was so wrong she basically cut him out of her life? It's the question he was there to finally get answered. "I don't know," was all he could say. "She just left and I never heard from her again. Last I heard she came to Kale and decided to stay here. Aside from that, I know nothing." He shrugged wearily. It was that question that always got him down in the dumps.

Roland ran a hand through his hair, wondering just how far this kid was going to go for Lydia. It seemed like he was head over heals, and he had been for a while. Why else would he come to Kale after three years of being dissed by her? That really did seem like someone she would do, too. Lead a guy on for who knows how long, then complete drop him.

"You know, I'm sure it was nothing. Lydia does weird things sometimes, I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." Or she will completely flip out and never want anything to do with you... it really all depended on why she left in the first place, and it's not like Stiles knew that. "So, are you gonna' talk to her, or sit hear hyperventilating?"

"Happy to see me?" Even Stiles knew better. "More like happy to slap me. No that doesn't make sense. She'd just slap me and probably threaten me." He swallowed hard as he nodded his head, firmly believing she would flip out when she saw him. Somehow them running to each other and hugging was an impossibility. Knowing Lydia, Stiles couldn't even dream of her running up to him eagerly to embrace him. Especially after everything that's happened, or the lack of happening.

At his last question, Stiles nodded his head as if he was about to say 'yes, I'm going to find her right now' but then shook his head vigorously. "Nah, I don't think I'lm going to go talk to her. I mean I should, but you know, the couch is really comfortable and we're bonding right now. So yeah, I'd hate to just go and... she's probably busy talking to other people anyways." And that was his excuse for not getting up just yet. He was going to, but just not right away.

"Hey, at least you're not as crazy as I thought, you do have a sense of reality. I can imagine her slapping you, she's done it before for less. A lot, lot, less." he spoke, everything he thought pretty much spilling from his mouth. Roland probably wasn't helping the whole encouragement department though, so after a second he stopped, trying to muster a smile for Stile's sake. He really wasn't so sure though... then again, who was he to give relationship advice? Who was he to give any type of advice? Roland liked exploiting problems, not fixing them.

But... this was kind of different. Roland covered for his friends. And just because he wasn't fond of Lydia didn't mean he hadn't grown attached to Stiles a bit. Maybe they were bonding? "So... you pretty much enrolled in this school, and now you're bailing out on the reason you came in the first place?" he smirked, chuckling darkly. "You're so screwed. She's going to eat you alive, then spit you back out to clean up the mess."

"I'm not surprised," Stiles sighed. Yet despite all of that he was still crazy about her. She wasn't perfect, he knew that much, she has her flaws, but he accepted her anyways because he knew that there was more to her than just that. Guys have told him he was crazy to have believed something like that, but Stiles would just shrug and say that he was crazy then. "It wouldn't really be the first time she's slapped me. I don't even remember why she did it, but I can still remember her slapping me as if it were yesterday."

Grinning sheepishly over at Roland, he nodded his head again. "Yep, just going to chicken out. For now. And I know she's going to eat me alive. This is Lydia we're talking about. Who hasn't she eaten alive yet?" Then he groaned and slid further down the couch, his legs sprawled out in front of him. "What would I even say? What can I say that won't make her want to slap me?" He ran a hand down his face. "I am so screwed it's not even funny." Then he suddenly sat up and turned so that he was facing Roland more. "I mean seriously, what do I even say? Although I doubt I can get out more than a hi before she uses her claws. Okay, just, if you were in my position, what would you do right now?"

Roland could have explain to Stiles that he would never allow himself to be in that type of position, but decided not to. He didn't want to make him feel any worse than he already did, it wasn't the guy's fault he was too far gone. Just because Roland himself had never fallen like that didn't mean he was going to judge someone else for it, least of all Stiles.

"Uhmm... Since it's Lydia, I would not mention to anyone at all anything she wouldn't want them knowing." it practically pained him to say that out loud, since Roland would like nothing more than to know all of her dark little secrets. Hell, maybe he already did. There was a reason she had run away from Stiles--at least he assumed that was what she had run from. Roland ran his hand through his hair, honestly putting thought into it. "I'd suggest flowers, but you're kind of already here."

As if Stiles would go around telling people Lydia's secrets. Yeah, he doesn't have a death wish, nor would he ever want to hurt her like that. As much as he was hurt by her, he couldn't ever do anything like that to her pr anyone really. Just doesn't have that sort of mean spirit in him. Though it hardly needed to be said out loud. Not commenting on that bit, he thought over what Roland said about flowers. It was a little too late for that.

"Do they have any flowers here? I mean I saw some outside...in the bushes..." Stiles mumbled a little, looking as if he was actually considering it, which in itself was a ridiculous thing really. He couldn't just take flowers from the bushes outside. Though he hardly saw a flower shop on his way in and it was getting late, so he doubted there were stores open anyways. "Maybe I could...I don't know. Sing her a song?" Yeah as if. Groaning again, he added. "What's the point? She's going to bite off my head no matter what I do. Might as well just grow a pair and face her."

"Dude, you can't take the flowers from outside. You don't think she'd notice that?" he shook his head. He was toast. Like, burnt toast. Roland wasn't even sure how to help anymore, he figured Stiles just needed to get it over with. He would just psyche himself out if he sat there worrying about all the reactions she could have. Anything he came up with would probably be worse than what actually happened... or maybe not. He seemed to know Lydia the best, maybe the worse thing he imagined would be spot-on.

"There's no time like the present." he quipped, hopping up to his feet.

Stiles took in a deep breath of air and nodded. "Alright, time to face her. Just going to get up and talk to her." With that Stiles got up from the couch, finally. "Alright, I can do this." Straightening out his plaid shirt and clearing his throat, he nodded his head again. "Okay, I can do this." No he can't, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try. After all that was the whole reason he was there anyways. Looking over to Roland again, he asked, "So uh any chance you know where she might be?" So far, Stiles didn't have a plan. He didn't have a gift for her either. He had nothing...just himself. Hopefully that would be enough. "I mean that would help a little...knowing where she is if this is going to go down."

"Uhhh, that I do not." he paused, looking both ways down the hall. Roland wouldn't know the first place to look for her, she was the type to be surrounded by a group of people though. They usually flocked towards her. "You know, I think your best bet is Vivian. She seems to be the only person that can summon Lydia when she wants something." Yeah, they were best friends. Lydia wouldn't answer Roland's messages, but she sure as heck wouldn't ignore Vivian's. They were probably going to be sister wives someday, they were to close. "God, don't say anything stupid. If you fuck it up with Vivi, there is no way Lydia will even glance twice at you, Vivian is Lydia's boo."

"Vivian?" Stiles repeated the name, frowning a little. Who was Vivian? Stiles felt even more nervous now that he almost sat right back down. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. However, he stayed standing and just stared at Roland like an idiot. Why was this becoming so difficult? At the very encouraging statement from Roland about him not saying something stupid to this girl he didn't know, Stiles swallowed hard. Yeah as if he won't say something stupid. "Thanks, you're very encouraging. Ever think about being one of those people that give pep talks professionally? I think it's your calling," Stiles said sarcastically. He threw Roland a look before shaking his head. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed, "So how do I not screw things up with this other girl, Vivian?"

Roland grinned. He knew he was the polar opposite of helpful, but maybe he liked it that way. Which was better; fill someone will false hopes and have them be crushed, or knock them down to size with reality and lessen the blow? Guess they were about to find out. "Well, I think it'll just be best if you don't let on to how much of a stalker you are. And lord, why are you wearing flannel?" he shook his head.

Taking out his phone, Roland sent Vivian a message. He figured she'd answer him, he could be compelling when he wanted to. I'd love to chat with you, Lounge-way, pretty please? It's urgent... unless you consider Lydia's immanent death a pass off.

Phone buzzing, Vivian paused and was once again thankful she had pockets in this skirt. Discrete ones, but they were there. Pulling out the phone and eyes scanning over the text she barely contained the eye roll. Roland was a complete goof if that was his attempt to be compelling. Either way, she did want to see what sort of fashion fiasco he was trying to pull off. Last year it had been some sort of fedora thing and this year no doubt it would be just as entertaining. Either way it wouldn't do harm to head over to the lounge-way, after all she was only a few feet away.

Rather than respond to the text she slipped her phone back into her pocket and entered the lounge-way. It didn't take long to spot Roland. He was tall enough to stick out fairly easily in a crowd, even when most of the guys at Kale were tall. But....dear god, who on earth was standing next to him? The way that kid was dressed? Had to be one of the scholarship kids. Had to be. No one with an ounce of money to their name would show up to an event at Kale looking like that. Total newbie. Waltzing over through the crowd she stopped when she was standing next to Roland and his....friend. "You texted?"

"What? What's wrong with my shirt?" Stiles looked down at himself, guessing he could have worn a blazer instead, but he really liked this shirt. Plus it was one of his best red plaid shirts. "And I'm not a stalker." Okay so maybe he was a little but you couldn't really blame him; Lydia wouldn't come to him so he decided to come to her. Though now he was sort of regretting his decision when this Vivian girl arrived. How'd he figure she was Vivian, well let's just say he got that feeling off of her. Something about her told him that she and Lydia were the best of friends.

When she walked over, Stiles smiled at her nervously before looking away. Right, this was just going to be great. It's hardly been a whole day and Stiles already wanted the world to swallow him up already. Maybe he should have worn something nicer. Stiles actually possessed some nice things, most of them brand new since his uncle told him he would need a completely new wardrobe to fit in in Kale. Yeah so he should have taken his uncle's advice, but it was too late now. And in all honesty he didn't care about getting this girl's approval. Whether she liked him or not, he was going to talk to Lydia at some point.

Roland shook his head, "Dude nothing, don't fiddle with it." he said quickly, catching sight of Vivian down the hall. Damn the girl worked fast. He watched her make her way towards him, and he couldn't help but smile at her in a cocky way. He liked that she was ready to come any time he needed her; waiting at his beck and call. It had taken her what? Thirty seconds to find him after he texted her? Roland could get used to that... even if it wasn't exactly why she was coming. He did kind of threaten the life of her friend. But she knew he was kidding, right? Yeah.

"You're looking as gorgeous as ever, Vivian. But that's no surprise." he remarked, ignoring her impatience for his motivation to come to light. Roland slipped his phone back into his pocket, no longer in need of it. "This is my friend Stiles, and he was wondering where he could find Lydia?"

"And you're still trying to pull off fashion choices that you couldn't bring into style even if you were dreaming." Flashing a sweet smile at Roland she didn't like that cocky look on his face. Looking at her like she was his pet or something. Puh-lease. Although her attention was effectively diverted at the mention of the 'friend-who-had-no-fashion-taste's name. "As in Stilinski? That Stiles?" Of course Vivian knew of the guy. Lydia was her best friend, they knew stuff about eachother's past. Stiles was just something she knew about.

Of course that was all she knew. According to what Lydia had said, Stiles was some guy from her childhood and of no consequence to the future. Of course.....here he was. Funny. Appraising him she smiled slightly, "Thought you'd be taller." Definitely thought you'd have a fashion taste.......my grandpa doesn't even wear flannel. Of course she didn't say that last part out loud. Best to give the guy a slight chance first. "What? Lydia didn't respond to your texts, Roland?" Looking over at him her lips parted in a shocked sort of expression, as if she couldn't fathom the idea. Sarcasm of course, made clear by the smirk that quickly replaced the shocked expression.

"The one and only...as far as I know," Stiles replied, shrugging. He wasn't sure how many guys, if any, had the name Stiles. Stiles wasn't even his real name, it was a nickname he preferred people to call him by, and that was all that needed to be known about that matter. As for her tall comment, he made a face, but quickly replaced it with a tightlipped grin. "Yeah well sorry to disappoint." He could have been sarcastic with her, but at this point he wanted this to be over with, but at the same time he didn't want to be rude to the girl if she would happen to make things a little easier for him. With a sigh, he buried his hands in his jean pockets and tilted back on his heels. Glancing around the room, he wondered how long he would last if he just went searching for Lydia on his own. At some point he would run into her, wouldn't he? After all, this was Lydia, she was sort of hard to miss even in a sea of people.

If Roland thought he could have done it without Vivian noticing, he would have bumped Stiles. He really wasn't taking a hint, was he? This was Vivian, Lydia's girl. Stiles really didn't understand anything about how girls worked. If their friends didn't like you, you didn't date them. It was like their freaking jank-up code. And since Vivian was like Lydia's conscience and vice versa, it would do Stiles well to befriend her. Stiles had the best chance at getting a shot with Lydia if Vivian told her he was a cool guy. Though... he'd really sort of shot that horse in the face by not choosing black gavels. Ugh. One problem at a time here.

Roland watched Vivian's reaction with a narrowed gaze, trying to determine just how much she knew. Obviously the name Stiles meant something to her, just as it would to Lydia. He smirked when she turned her gaze on him, he even went as far to show his teeth. "She responds to my texts just as I like her to." he didn't mean getting a message response either. Roland sent messages to Lydia purely to get under her skin, she didn't have to reply to them, Roland knew that when she ignored him, he'd got the job done. "She doesn't respond like you do, Vivian." his smile widened.

Looking at this Stiles character, he didn't seem overly pleased with the idea of having to talk to her to get to Lydia. In fact from the way the guy's gaze had drifted outwards over her shoulder and behind her, she had to assume he was contemplating how to get away from there and what his chances were of running into Lydia. Eyes dropping down to his shoes for a moment her mind was already whirring. Shoes told a lot about people. From the appearance of Stiles shoes well he was obviously someone who was determined, and he definitely thought with emotions more often than logic. From the way he was acting he also didn't seem to be the best socializer....oh well. She supposed he could've done worse that Roland. Maybe.

Rolling her eyes she took a sip of the drink in her hand and then when she was done she smiled slightly. "Okay, Stilinski, you want to know where Lydia is, and you want a chance with her. Tell me what you think of her. Honest to God feelings too." She had to make sure this guy wasn't some crazy stalker, before she even tried to give him a 1% chance with Lydia. Having not completely forgotten Rolands comment she smirked over at him, "And I don't know of another soul that makes me feel quite like you do, Roland."

At her question Stiles took in a deep breath of air before letting out slowly as if he was trying to calm himself down so that he wouldn't snap at the two of them. Nodding his head, he looked up at the ceiling for a moment as he thought it over. What did he think of her? Well that was one complicated question. How could he tell them what he thought of her without sounding like a stalker? Didn't most girls think guys were creeps anyways? Was there an actual chance for Stiles to be able to say the right thing? Probably not at all, but he was going to give it a shot anyways.

"Honest to God," he began, returning his gaze to Vivian, locking his eyes onto hers, "I think she's the most perfect human being to ever walk upon this planet. She has her flaws, sure, but I accept the good and the bad when it comes to Lydia. I mean this girl drives me crazy because I am head over heels for her. I am over the moon in love with her, but I know that she'll never look at me the same way, or even feel like that about me. At least she'll never admit it." As he spoke, Stiles took a step closer to Vivian. "I know it seems like a stalker move to suddenly come to this school in search of her, but I just need to see her. I was her neighbor. I was the kid that would stay at her house so she would feel a little less lonely. I was there for her whenever she needed me. Then she just left. I just...I just need to know why. I need to talk to her again. Can you please tell me where she is? Please?" Those warm brown eyes of his never wavered from Vivian --he wasn't challenging her to anything, Stiles was simply trying to convey to her how important it was to him that he needed to see Lydia again.

(x.x that was so bad
sorry)

As Vivian sized Stiles up, Roland tried not to smirk. She really was giving him the third degree--on some level he had to admire the love she had for her friend, she wouldn't be letting just anyone go up and confess love to her. It was quite of sweet. But coming from Vivian's mouth? It could also be extremely threatening. He wouldn't be on the other end of that appraising stare, because by the looks of it? Stiles wasn't exactly winning. He wasn't sure how the boy planned to answer her question, but staring at the ceiling really wasn't getting him anywhere.

Roland glanced down the hall, red hair catching his eye. He automatically moved towards it, leaving Stiles to bare his heart to Vivian. He wasn't much use to Stiles anymore anyway standing there, it was probably better if he wasn't there when Vivian decided. It seemed like he put her in a worse mood for some reason? "Catch you later, Stilinski." he mumbled, following Lydia. It would probably be better if he found her first--that way if Vivian decided to let Stiles talk to her, they would actually know where she was. And it would make Vivian text him. But maybe, if Vivian said no, Roland had plan B.

At Roland's exit and Stiles' sudden speech of emotion, Vivian's brow rose. Now this was interesting. Plenty of guys would say they thought Lydia was perfect and all that jazz. The difference was those guys had that whole 'obviously lying just to try to get into her pants' look to them. Of course Lydia would never deal with those fools. However. This Stilinski looked honest, a little desperate, and definitely like he couldn't care less about impressing her. Just about getting to Lydia. He had to know that there would be changes since their what....middle school days? That Lydia might not be the same person?

Yet he was still willing to risk it all. Especially since if this night turned bad for him he might go from newbie to toxic. That was impressive. Which was why she nodded and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Pulling up Lydia's contact she frowned at the messages there, it appeared Lydia had been looking for her. Hmm....oh well. Hey, Lyd, I got a surprise for you. It'll be waiting for you in ten minutes at the Grand Staircase. Wouldn't keep it waiting too long...you know how some purples have sticky fingers ;) . Looking back up at Stiles she nodded, "Grand Staircase. She'll be there in ten minutes." With that she turned and left deciding to go find someone to dance with.

It was surprising that it worked. What he said was enough to give him a shot. This was something he wasn't expecting, but he wasn't going to argue about it or say anything to screw it up. Stiles almost hugged Vivian but held back because he wasn't sure she would take too well to that. So instead he quickly shouted a quick 'Thanks and Goodbye' as she was leaving before turning and running off as well towards the grand staircase.

Stephanie sighed and sat on a chair. Her hair was a bit wet from getting a drink on her but thankfully her hat had absorbed most of if so she was relatively dry. Popping I'm a piece of gum her thoughts wandered. She had just came out to grab some air but she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back in. Sure she liked parties but really all she wanted to do at the moment was sleep.

Bethany walked past the chairs and went directly to the bathroom. Once inside she stood in front of the mirror and stared for a wile, Beth was pretty short, no one in the rest of her family was, everyone told her she was exactly like her mother, but she never agreed with them, maybe because her mom was dead and she wasn't. She blinked a few times before getting the thought out of her mind. After cleaning her face with cold water she left the bathroom and sat on a couch to wiat until the dance finished.

RJ stepped out into the hallway, on his way to take a leak, when he spotted a certain someone sitting on one of the couches. He sat down next to Stephanie and put his arm around her. "Hey there bestie," he said with a smile. "You look tired," he observed. "Been partying too hard?" RJ had known Stephanie for years, even before they attended Kale. They had met the summer after seventh grade and discovered that their families actually knew each other. They'd been friends ever since.

Stephanie was about to scowl when someone came up to her, she was a bit tired and got cranky when she was. "Hey RJ,"She smiled, he always put her on a good mood. "Wellll,"She trailed off. "I kind of poured a few drinks on this guy for pushing me out of the way. And he kind of groped my chest when he did so..." She smiled sheepishly,"He poured one back but my beanie caught most of it," She laughed. "What about you? Being the life of the party?" A small smirk crossed her lips. "Or have you been seducing innocent girls?"

RJ laughed. Of course she would get felt up and have a drink poured on her head. "Well your night sounds much more interesting than mine," he said. "I talked to Lydia for a while and a couple of other people, but other than that, I haven't really done much. A couple of freshman girls tried to hit on me, but I let them down gently," he said with a wink.

"So how was your summer? Sorry we couldn't hang out. My parents decided they were going to explore South America and dragged me along with them. I spent the first half of the summer traipsing around in the heat and the second half recovering from extreme food poisoning. I bet you had a lot better summer than I did," he said.

"You've already been hit on?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow and laughed. "I hope no one saw you letting them down gently, after all the fresh meat still need to be tenderizied, you don't want to burn them just yet," She teased and bumped his shoulder gently with hers. "An Lydia? Please tell me you didn't ask her to touch your hair,"She told him rolling her eyes. He asked her when they first met.

"I know,"She gave him a half attempt at a glare, she couldn't really be mad at him but she did know when to clip on his leash and make him heel. "At the very least you could have gave me your car so I can fix up your piece of crap." Sighing she shrugged,"You know how my mom is, always why do you wear this? Be more girly,blah blah blah. You went to South America and I went straight to hell.'

RJ shrugged. "Don't worry, there will be lots of chances to tenderize the fresh meat," he said. He enjoyed messing with the freshmen as much as the next guy, but sometimes he just couldn't be bothered. "So what if I did?" he asked. "Who wouldn't want to touch my hair? It's soft and silky smooth," he said.

"I totally forgot about the car, sorry." RJ had two cars: a Lincoln that he actually drove and a vintage car that her bought at the end of last year. The only problem was that he didn't know more than the basics when it came to cars, so he'd asked Stephanie to fix it up for him. "And how dare you insult Megan. She is not a piece of crap." RJ rolled his eyes when she talked about her mom, she could definitely be a handful. "Honestly, you should just move out. It's not like you don't have the money to. Just get out of there," he said.

"You're obsessed with your hair,"Stephanie smiled at him softly. "What are you going to do when your old and only have one piece of hair left?" She asked amused.

"Meghan won't be crap once I get through with her,"She winked. "She'll be the best damn girlfriend you'll ever,"She assured him. Her mood instantly went down a bit when he talked about her moving out. "I seventeen RJ it's illegal. And besides even if I did the paparazzi would go crazy. I hate dealing with that,"She shrugged through. "I'm just dealing with her for the summer and Im out,"She told him. "Anyways enough of all this depressing shit. You have to dance with me at least once,"she winked.