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Drayven walked into the library, his eyes narrowed as he pursed his lips, the piercings moving along as well. He walked to a small sitting area where he was told to sit in an email sent by some girl that goes here. He plopped down in one of the seats, throwing down his black helmet onto the table. He closed his eyes, sprawling out on the couch. He closed his eyes, waiting for whomever it was to come and talk to him.

I don't need a stupid tutor. he thought to himself. He wasn't failing, he had a D- at worst. He sighed as he let his mind wander to a life where his parents didn't act like they cared about him at times and let him do whatever he wanted to do. They probably just didn't like him getting bad grades because of the negative name for them. Oh no, one of my sons are stupid.

They've said that before, not about his twin though, oh no, never Derek.... The prodigy that was already in frickan college.

Leigh sat at one of the assorted library tables, running her hands nervously through her hair. She wouldn't have been so nervous if it wasn't for Lily not coming home the previous night. That could only mean bad things and she yearned badly to talk to her sister, she was the only thing on her mind. Somehow she got the feeling that some bad high school drama was about to go down. Right now she needed to focus though, focus on the boy she was supposed to be tutoring.

It had to be him, the boy who had just swaggered into the library and passed out on the couch. This was great, just great. She just needed to remain calm, and teach this guy whatever he needed to know. She had tutored a million times before, but those people had gotten genuinely interested in learning after only a couple sessions. This would be hard.

"Hello." She peeped up quietly, hugging the textbooks and binder to her chest. Leigh had a pencil tucked behind her left ear, if she even had the need to use it during this session. First she had to make him want to learn. Which obviously he was disinterested in. "Are you Drayven?" Leigh whispered, looking him over.

Drayven looked up at her, his eyes a bit wide at first. Holy hell she was pretty. He expected someone with broken glasses that had been a previous victum of the bullies at the school or ramming into the lockers by the same people. Not this.... This pretty little thing. He sat up a bit, his eyes returning to normal. "Yeah?" He asked, his eyebrow risen, the other one flat in disinterest.

He looked over at the chairs, guessing she was waiting for him to move his legs so she could sit down with him. He moved his legs to the floor, hunched over, not wanting to really look at her and her little text books that would soon ready him for a nap.

"So, how fast do you think this will be over?" He asked, "I really have a busy schedule, and I don't know how long I can actually be here." He lied, really having no life. The only thing he really had to do was go find Ash and sing weird songs with him, or just screwing around.

Leigh nodded slowly, standing up and pushing in her chair. "I'm Leigh, but around her most people know me as Lily's sister." She approached him slowly, sitting down next to him on the couch. Pulling the pencil out of her hair, she took a quick glance around the dismal room she held dearly to her heart. Sure it wasn't the best place in the world, but it was a peaceful place where she could relax.

"Our first session is about an hour." She told him quietly, staring down at the textbooks in her lap. There was no doubt in her mind, that Drayven did not want to be here, with her. Most people didn't at first.

Leigh took a deep breath before continuing. "I hear your struggling with math the most? Would you like to start on that?" She arched her eyebrows, daring to make eye contact with him. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and she pushed thoughts and worries about her sister out of her mind so she could focus on this.

Drayven sighed, glaring out the window, as if cussing his parents wherever they were. He never knew where they were. That was the worst part about this whole set up. He looked over at her, catching that sign of worry. "I know you're not focused on this. What are you focused on?" Drayven asked, raising his eyebrow. He pursed his lips, "And unless you want me to fall asleep on you with this first session,I suggest you don't."

He didn't get why he was being so rude to her, oh yeah, because without his parents, she wouldn't have paid him a sideways glance.He didn't matter to this school, just like he didn't with his first one. They thought moving him here would help him? No, not at all. In fact, he probably would have done better with the other school. They just moved him here because his brother wanted to be an actor and get tips from the best of them.

He wanted to roll his eyes. The only reason he was such a failure to them is because they had all their attention on his brother. Well, Drayven was important to, at least, he wished he was. But he wasn't and he just had to deal with it.

Drayven made his mind come back the presence, hating when his mind wandered like that, it really got annoying because wherever his mind went, it was always somewhere stupid and boring. Mostly tragic and tugged at his emotions he tried his hardest to hide.

Great, he had caught her in the act of her thoughts. "My sister. I'm really worried about her." She admitted, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. Lily was all about getting herself into trouble, and Leigh had some really bad vibes from her sister's disappearance the previous night. She had either been at Kegan's house...or another guy's house. Which would mean even more trouble for Lily. And Leigh couldn't help but worry for her sister.

"I guess we don't have to start yet." She whispered, glancing back down at the textbooks to break their intense eye contact. Or ever, seemed like what he wanted. She needed to get her mind off of this, and the only way to do it was either to talk to her sister, or tutor Drayven. Talking to her sister wasn't really an option right now. "Do you have any siblings?" She asked softly, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Drayven nodded at her, thinking a bit, he didn't have another helmet, but he could probably find one somewhere. Probably at the store down the street. Of course, he could buy one without problem. "I could give you a ride if you want...." He said, "If you don't mind bikes...." he suggested.

With her question, it was like his blood turned to ice, his eyes closing. He nodded first, but then shook his head. He didn't know if he did or not. And he really wasn't supposed to hook himself up with his family. It being a bad thing for both of them. One, people would know he was rich then mooch off of him. Or if they didn't, like Ash, he could have a friend. Which he actually wouldn't mind. But then his parents would get pissed knowing that someone had hooked this failure to their family. "Blood related, his name is Derek...." He said softly.

Was he for real? A guy had just asked her to ride on his bike. Things couldn't get more amazing for her right now, or more nerve wrecking. She badly wanted to ride on his bike with him, then she would have something cool to share with Lily for once. "I wouldn't mind." Leigh told him quietly, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smile. This was so unusual for her. It should have been a news heading. Socially awkward girl gets invited for a ride. Wow, it was a lot to take in.

Leigh nodded slowly, before speaking again, "I have a fraternal twin sister. Her name's Lily. You've probably heard of her, she's cheer captain." And Leigh was...nothing. She was the brain of the family, and the two sisters were treated as equals. Leigh didn't mind being the brain of the family anyways. At least not much. She had her sister to talk to and that was all she had ever needed. Leigh got the sense he didn't like talking about his brother, and that was okay with her, actually.

Drayven nodded, smirking, "Sweet, I'll have to go buy you a helmet though, which you shouldn't worry about." He smirked, "I've got a few hundreds in my wallet." He stuck his tongue out with a chuckle. He brushed some hair from his face, looking at her with his cool grey blue eyes.

"And same here." He said, sighing on the topic of his brother. "He's the brains...." he sighed, "And the prodigy.... Already in college and he's only 17 years old." He shook his head, hating him so much, "Parent's little favorite...."

"You don't have to do that. I can pay for it myself. It's no problem, really. I'm sure I have a few hundreds in my wallet to." Leigh smiled, her first genuine smile in what seemed like forever. She couldn't believe this was happening, and all so fast. It would even probably make him like her, which would make their tutoring sessions go much better. This first session had just been an introduction.

"I'm the brains of the family actually, but Lily's the beauty. My parents two favorite qualities, brains and beauty pushed into two separate children." Leigh rolled her eyes, picking up the various textbooks she had brought with her to the session. She would use them next time.

Drayven shook his hand, "Unless you want to keep it for next time, then you can buy it, but I insist, since it's my bike." He said with a small smile. He didn't want her to pay for it if she wouldn't use it a lot. And if he bought it and kept it, he could always throw it on Ash, even though he already had his own that was parked at Drayven's place.

"And I don't find cheerleaders pretty." He commented, "Normal girls, ones with split ends, no makeup, and baggy comfortable clothing." He smiled, "Just a normal plane Jane until you get to know them."

"I guess you can pay for it then." Leigh smiled again, biting down on her lower lip due to nervousness and excitement. "Should we go now?" She whispered, raising one of her delicate eyebrows. Gesturing with one hand to the door, her eyebrows scrunched up with curiosity. He had said next time. A next time. Would there be a next time? He seemed to think so, which reassured her and made her bloom with happiness.

"Oh. Well thanks." Leigh grinned cheekily, a light blush creeping up her neck and to her cheeks. Did that mean he thought she was pretty? A first.

Drayven nodded to her, "no problem darling, and of course I'll pay for it." he winked, "Wouldn't want you to waste your money on anything." He leaned back in the chair, "Plus.... You might not want to ride with me once you see how I drive." He laughed, "But don't worry, I won't lose you." He chuckled.

He hadn't crashed once in his life, and if he did, he probably wouldn't be there right then. "And yeah, we can go now." he said finally responding to her question.

Was this guy actually flirting with her...? Could get day get any crazier? Questions ran through Leigh's mind, and she beamed at him. "J-just drive safe." She told him quietly, her confidence dwindling. She would have so much to tell Lily about later! But first things first, she needed Lily to tell her where she had been last night. That worried Leigh the most. "Okay." She nodded, walking to the library door and glancing over her shoulder. She waited for him to join her before exiting, excitement beating in her heart.

Drayven nodded, grabbing his helmet and offering it to her, "Okay, well first things first, you put it on when we go and get you one." He smiled softly, "Then I'll take mine back when I buy you yours." He smirked, opening the door and walking through it with her, flipping his hair out of the way, glad to get off the subject of learning.

Leigh grinned cheekily, pulling the helmet on Oct her head. It was a little big, but it would get the job done. Wait until she told Lily all about this! Leigh felt like squealing like a girly girl, which she was not. So she kept her feelings hidden, deep inside, and nodded. Drayven had actually smiled! Their tutoring relationship would work out great now that they were friends.

He walked to his bike, swinging his leg over and reving the engine, waiting for her. He offered his hand to her, "Come on, I won't kill ya." He smirked, he was yelling louder so she could hear him through the helmet and over the roar of the engine. He moved the bike around a bit, getting it situated for two to sit on, moving forward, "Hold on to me."

Leigh rolled her eyes when her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she took it out swiftly. She read the text message over and over, her eyes scanning it after pulling off the helmet. This could not be happening. "Drayven." She said, tears swelling in her eyes. "I have to go. My sister has been in a cheer leading accident. I'm sorry." Leigh whispered softly, staring down at the phone in her hands and willing the text message to disappear.

Drayven looked over at her, "Do you need a ride there? It'll be a lot quicker." He said, raising his eyebrow, not wanting to leave her alone to run somewhere. He bit his lip, looking around. It was just around the school, bike would of course be faster, but probably illegal.... but he didn't care about that. "Or do you want me to come with you?" He didn't know why he was offering so much to this girl he had just meet, but he was.

Leigh was frazzled, and she was at a lost of what to do. "I-it's fine." She settled on saying finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can drive there, and my sister might freak out if you were to come with me." Shrugging, she handed him the helmet, her hand and arms shaking. "Can I see you again?" She peeped out, before she realized how stupid of a question it was. Of course she would see him again, she was his tutor. But Leigh had never been one for asking to see people again.

Drayven looked at her, taking the helmet with a raised eyebrow. "Uh.... Sure. I mean, aren't you getting paid just to tell my parents how useless I am at school?" He asked with a small laugh, trying to make light of the subject. He turned off his bike, kicking the leg down and flipping his leg over so he was just sitting on it. He didn't understand really what was going on, but it sounded like her sister was the troublemaker, like Drayven himself. She was just lucky she had a sister to care about her and bail her out:

Natalie seated herself at one of the mahogany, wooden tables placed strategically around the organized library. Placing her bag on top of the desk, she pulled her phone out checking the time again. She knew herself to be a punctual person so she may have come a little sooner than she told her best friend she would. Her punctuality however did not match well with her impatience. She quickly grew tired of sitting in her set. She busied herself with random games she had downloaded on her phone, shaking her crossed leg as she waited for Lyla.

Lyla quickly walked down the aisles of shelves before she came across the tables, ignoring the slight twinge in her ankle. She felt thoroughly un-put-togther, something she wasn't overly fond of. In her rush to get out of the apartment on time, she had forgotten to brush her hair so it fell in tangled waves that were trapped under the strap of her backpack. Her mother was finally returning to work and having not been to school for over a week, she had gotten into the habit of not waking up to an alarm clock every morning, but this was exactly what she needed. Lyla wanted to move on and once she got back on her schedule, things would get better. They just had to. "Hey," she said to Natalie in a hushed tone. She knew the girl didn't like to be kept waiting, and she felt even worse since she was also here to help Lyla get caught up.

((Sorry, my only post for tonight. I'll be on tomorrow, though. Night!))

Her eyes were set on the annoying game she was momentarily hooked on. No sounds would distract her from getting past the seveth pipe. Unfortunately, the sound of her best friend greeting her did catch her attention and break her away from her phone. She snapped back, her phone falling from her fingers and tumbling into her lap. "Oh, hey." Natalie squeaked, a blush present on her cheeks. She hadn't realied that Lyla had seated herself next to her having been so immersed in the game. Turning her phone off, she recalled the reason why she was even in the library on a sunny day like this. She felt terrible for her friend but knew better than to bring up the sore subject. It was her job in their friendship to be the listener, the shoulder to lean on. She wouldn't comment on theissue unless a solution was nearly bursting out of mind. "We've got a lot to do."

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"You're telling me?" Lyla said, trying to set her backpack on the table with a minimal amount of sound. She probably had every textbook in her possession and then some in her bag. It had not been a fun trek through the library. She didn't know why she tried so hard to keep her grades up. Maybe it was because good report cards made her mother happy, but it wasn't like Lyla was going to have an academic career outside of high school. She would be working until she was dead to pay off her mother's bills-- not that she minded. Her eyes had been opened to the world outside of her confined life and there wasn't a whole lot that a high school diploma could do in it.

Natalie shrugged her shoulders, trying to look complacent. Inside she was concerned for her friend's welfare, the life she had at home not easy. Natalie wouldn't know what it was like for her best friend as she had mever experienced such as she. Her own parents were very thoughtful of her and still treated her like a fragile angel about t break at any second. They would hop around subjects, worried to upset her. "So, what should we start on?" She questioned with a light voice, her tone unwavering.

"Can we work on Calculus? Even with the notes, I'm totally lost," Lyla sighed. Maths and science had never been her strong suit. She knew she should have gone back to classes sooner, but she couldn't bring herself to be immersed in normal life. "I really appreciate this, Natalie. I'm sure you have other things you would rather be doing right now," she said, pulling on a small grin. Her best friend was there for her whenever she could be. It wasn't often that you find someone so loyal, and Lyla was blessed to have her. Natalie had gotten her out of plenty sticky situations in the past and has never failed her.

Natalie wrinkled her nose at the subject of Calculus. It was her least favorite subject but at least if they did it first it would be out of the way faster. "Well, there are some pretty cute guys I could be talking to at the beach or the Diner, but what are best friends for?" She laughed, completely making up the story. It didn't matter if she did have any plans anyway. If her best friend needed her for something even as boring as catching up in classes, she would do it. "I'm surethe guys are missing me, though." She joked, as she pulled her Calculus textbook out of her bag.

Lyla rolled her eyes, smirking as she pulled out her notebooks. "Well, if they're cute, I'll make sure to apologize to them personally," she said, playing along. Real plans or not, getting out of the library sounded better than math homework. Anything sounded better than homework in general. "So not that I care," she began as she started flipping through the pages of her notebook. "But did I miss any juicy gossip while I was gone?" To anyone who cared enough to ask, Lyla had been saying that she had been at home helping her mother. It was a half truth, but it was better than the reality. She couldn't tell anyone about that.

She stopped organizing her materials momentarily to look up at her friend. A smile slipped onto her lips as she recognized the teasing behind her voice. "Well, let's just say that Homecoming will be interesting." She hinted vaguely, a smirk sliding onto her features. She had been surprised when she found out but hadn't thrown a fit like some of the cheerleaders she knew. "Some unpopular chick is going to be Homecoming Queen with Travis Dumas as Homecoming King." She explained after holding her in suspense for a couple of moments. She knew from the beginning that the quarterback would get the position of King but she had not expected the outcome for the Queen.

Lyla inwardly cringed at the mention of Homecoming. It had completely slipped her mind. She had missed her chance to by a ticket for the dance and hardly had the time or cash to get a dress. Lyla ordinarily wouldn't have cared if she hadn't promised that she would go to the stupid dance for her last year of high school. "What a shocker," she said with a grin. "You'll have to tell me how it goes." Lyla had never really bothered to pay attention to school drama. It was just an unnecessary distraction.

She leaned forward, clasping her hands together. "I know right! Wait..." Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught the last of Lyla's words. She couldn't have heard right. "You're not coming? But it's senior year! You have to. I can't show up alone." Natalie shook her head wildly in denial. "No date and now you're leaving me by myself!" She pouted her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. It would be acomplete embarrassment showing up to the Homecoming dance by herself.

Lyla bit her lip. "I know I said I would go, but I can't, I'm sorry. My mom needs some help, even if she won't admit that she's getting worse. I have to make up for the gig I missed and I don't have the time or cash. Maybe we could find you someone to go with or something so you won't have to go alone," she said quickly, though she knew she was letting her friend down. She really did wish she could go even if it was just to make Natalie happy, but she didn't know what to do. Lyla just wished she could get the last two weeks of her life back.

Natalie nodded her head in understanding. She knew what was more important so she didn't argue about it any further. "Would you really help me find a date?" She grinned, an excited tingle running up her spine. She knew that Homecoming wouldn't be as fun without her best friend but a date? She couldn't wait. "Nevermind that, we need to help you. You can't be behind on your work!" She tapped her hands on the table, and opened her textbook to the beginning of a chapter.

Lyla shrugged. "I can try," she replied. She wasn't sure when she would find time to do that on top of everything else, but she would do her best to find someone to take her place by her friend's side for the night. Lyla's eyebrows furrow and she slouched in her chair. "But it's so hard! Isaac Newton was a jerk. He should have just left the math world alone so we wouldn't have to study this junk. When are vectors gonna help me in life," she complained, propping her chin up in her hand.

Natalie laughed loudly, holding the edge of the table as she leaned back against her chair. She wasn't sure why but her habit of exaggerating things came up again. She never took things halfway even while joking. "Isaac Newton would be very offended, Lyla. He thinks math is fun." She faked a cheery voice, swinging her arm in mock enthusiasm.

Lyla glanced around the library, glad there wasn't anyone nearby to scold them when Natalie burst out laughing. "I'm pretty sure women in general offended him. He locked himself in his room, doing math problems so he wouldn't have to put up with females," she said, reciting the only thing she had ever learned in her physics class. "Let's just get this over with," Lyla sighed theatrically, starting to copy down the first few problems in her notebook.

She giggled, noticing how loud she had become. Stifling her laughs with her hand, her cheeks flushed a red color. It was a relief that no one had been close enough to reprimand her."Interesting. You know he never had a wife. Got engaged in his teens but broke it off because he was studying too much." Natalie retorted. It was a random fact she had learned somewhere and had just remembered. It didn't faze her that the famous mathematician did not marry or have any kids.

Lyla wrinkled her nose as she scribbled down numbers on the paper. "If I ever had to study that much, I'd probably blow my brains out," she said, a little surprised by her wording. Lyla loved to complain when there was something to complain about, but she was never so morbid about it. Taking a deep breath, she focused more closely on the problems before her, silently cursing the Englishman for bothering to create this nonsense.

She stretched her finger before leaning against the side of the table again. She peered down at the textbook, writing down the problems in her own notebook. It wasn't her favorite subject, but she surprisingly did very well in the class. She tilted her head in Lyla's direction, cringing slightly at her wording. Things must have been worse at her home than she had previously assumed. Shaking her head, she continued the first few problems so they could check over them later.

The minutes went by like hours and the hours went by like years before Lyla finally let her chin slip off of her hand to rest her head on her notebook. "I can't do this anymore," she grumbled into the paper. They had jumped from subject to subject and it was screwing with her already overly tired brain. "Can we take a break or something?" she asked. She checked her phone for any messages, feeling a little paranoid that her mother might have needed to get in contact with her, or even worse, Alejandro was looking for her.

She held her head in her hands, her brain exhausted from the overload of information they had covered in the hours they stayed at the library. "I second that." She moaned, dropping her pencil beside her notebook. The amount of studying they had done made her feel like she was preparing for midterms or final exams. She would always freak out because of the loads of information they had to cover and even with the amount of information they covered for the week that Lyla was absent felt like too much. "I say we do the rest of this another day. You don't have much left anyway." Natalie agreed, wanting to stay away from schoolwork and books for a while.

Lyla generally disliked the phrase "misery loves company", but she was happy that she didn't have to suffer through all this work by herself. Natalie kept her motivated and on track until neither of them could move their pencils another inch. Lyla had been deprived of her friend and this time was exactly what she needed to get out of her funk. She sat up a little straighter, dragging her hands through her tangled hair. "I didn't think it was possible, but I think I finally have a bad memory of this place. Don't let me study for over two hours ever again," Lyla told Natalie, leaning back.

She titled her head backwards groaning as her tense muscles tried to relax in the arm rests. She could definitely use a break. "Ah, yes. Exam preparation took place at Starbucks." She nodded her head in confirmation, her mind now set on the dreaded exams. She needed to get out of the library. "What is there to do?" Natalie pondered. Anything sounded good right now. She rolled her shoulders back and began tucking her books inside her bag.

((Sorry, I only just saw the post and I'm about to go to bed. I'll be posting in the morning. Good night!))

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Lyla shrugged. "Let's just get out of here. Do you have your car?" she asked. She tried to think of a place they could go where she wouldn't have to spend any cash, but nowadays, that didn't give her many options. Lyla probably had five bucks in her pocket and there wasn't much she could get with that anyways. "Any ideas?" she asked Natalie carefully. As quiet as her friend could be, like Lyla, she always had something going on in her head.

She nodded her head, tugging her car keys out of her bag. The key to her car dangled loosely from the chain, a jumble of other keys swaying against it. She had strange key chains she had found over the years on family vacations that interested her. "I don't know...perhaps the beach? Or we can get something to eat. I'm starving!" Natalie held her stomach gingerly as it rumbled. She hadn't eaten since the day before, forgetting to pick up some breakfast from the fridge.

"I'm kind of hungry, too," Lyla replied. She hadn't had time to eat breakfast, not to mention no one had gone grocery shopping in the past week. "Sub Zero?" she suggested. It was probably the only place with something she could afford. Luckily Lyla was playing at some banquet thing tomorrow, so she would be getting paid soon. It was times like this that she wished her mother could work more, but instead of blaming her condition, she chose to blame her father.

((Sorry about the delayed post, I wasn't able to get on much yesterday :/))