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With his phone securely in hand, Damien made his way through the masses of students crowding the hallway. The first day of a new week and already everyone was buzzing about the scandal at the girl's school. Why? Because everyone had read Gossip Girl's blog, it was more than obvious. Even his sunglasses adorned eyes were trained on the new entry as he headed for his locker, a scowl settling on his lips. He'd come to school sporting a wicked hangover, and this wasn't exactly how he wanted to start out the day. "I already want to go home," he grumbled just below his breath once he finally reached his destination.

Ashton ran a hand through his dishevelled brown hair, as he shoved his phone back into his pocket as he finished reading, Gossip Girls Blog . He would of never told anyone that he read it especially not one of his best friends, Damien. Ashton saw it as a girly thing to do, and it would never admit to it to anyone. Ever! He saw him make his way down the halls and he sent him a nod of acknowledgement before stating, "Damien. My man." He closed his locker door and made his way towards his friend with a grin. Once he reached him, he pulled him into a quick bro hug, "What were you up to last night?"

He was just opening his locker when he heard a familiar voice call out his name, glancing from the corner of his eyes to find one of his best friends heading his way. Popping open his locker, Damien removed his glasses and placed them inside before turning a lazy grin in his friend's direction. He quickly returned the quick hug with one arm before sliding his backpack from his shoulder. "Ay, man. Band had a gig last night and let's just say," he began in an exhausted tone, "I don't remember anything from after we got off stage. You got any aspirin or anything?"

"Yeah. It's in my bad," Ashton replied with a chuckled as he flung his bag off his shoulder, and unzipped it searching for aspirin, "Those nights are the man." Once he found he a sense of accomplishment came over him, before he handed it over to his friend, "Where was your gig? he asked as he placed his leather bag back onto his shoulder, after zipping it back up with a grin. He usually always went to Damien's gigs, but last night he couldn't because of family event.

Damien wasn't much of a morning person to begin with-- factor in that it was Monday and he was hit with a bad hangover? Oh yeah, the day was going to be a nice one. He removed some of his books from his back, placing the ones he didn't need in his locker before turning back to his friend and taking the bottle from him. "Thanks. I'll give 'em back to you before the day's over," he said with a quick smile, elbowing shut his locker with a wince at the sound. "You know that new bar downtown? Cyrus-- or Citrus? I don't know, but my brother's friends with the owner so he let us play there." He popped off the lid on the bottle, pouring two of the aspirins into his palm before tossing them into his mouth. "Where were you last night though? Everyone was askin'."

"The dad was having people over," Ashton groaned as he leaned his back against the locker. The only thing worst than being home with his dad, was being forced to pretend you got along perfectly in the company of guest, "And its Citrus. Damn, bro! That place is sounds sick. Wish I was there." He remembered someone telling him that the placed looked even cooler than Fara, which was one of the very popular clubs in this area. He was insanely jealous of Damien's weekend, and wish he could of ditched his father.

Damien grimaced at his friend's reply, knowing all too well how that was. Though his father didn't force him into every single get together held at their home, it wasn't unusual for him to "make nice" as his parents liked to say with their friends. "Tough break, man. A bunch of the girls from the other school were there," he turned then to flash a less than sympathetic grin. "You seriously need to come out next time we play. Seems like it's gonna be the next hot spot around here." Hitching his bag back onto his shoulder, Damien turned to face the other face to face. "Speaking of the girls' school though-- You hear about the whole teacher thing?"

"Sadly yeah. I can't believe Mr. Tillson got caught. I can't believe he'd do that. I never believe it once that rumour started off gossip girls blog about him and Tori, but then bam, its like a legit thing. That's just messed man," his face scrunched in disprovement, before running another hand through his disheveled locks, but wiggling his eyebrows, "But will come next time. But not for you, but for them girls." He chuckled softly, as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He heard good things about Mr. Tilson's teaching and just couldn't believe him and Tori were a thing. A legit thing. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head since they made him uncomfortable.

All Damien could really do was shake his head at the whole thing. Was it all that unusual for a teacher/student scandal? Not really. But for a teacher like Mr. Tillson to be involved? It made no sense to him at all. "See, this is one of the reasons I'm glad I don't have sisters or girls as close friends. Don't have to worry about crap like this," he said in a disapproving tone. His expression soon shifted to one of mock outrage, quietly clicking his tongue. "Damn that's cold, man. I'm makin' sure they charge you double just for that!" A snort of laughter soon left him, but the previous topic wouldn't seem to leave his mind. To think one of the girl's he'd known since he was a freshman would-- Whatever, it had absolutely nothing to do with him. Glancing up and down the halls, he noticed that the crowds were starting to dwindle. "Ugh I really don't feel like goin' to class and gettin' some lecture about some old white dude that died a hundred years ago."

"l hate school," Ashton responded as he rolled his eyes before trying to remember his first period class, but he happened to escape his mind since the weekend, "But I rather not be like my father, and just take my father's money, and not earn my own." He was super serious in school, and usually never picked up a book unless he needed too, but that was because he was lazy. He did believe school was important to paving your future, and he was still waiting for responses from universities. He didn't want to be anything like his father, who just relied on money, he wanted to amount to something in his future. He didn't just want to be that guy that inherited those hotel chains from his father.

Leaning his side against the lockers, Damien new exactly what the other was talking about. As much as he couldn't stand school, as much as he wished he could just ditch and go about his own business, he also knew it would be the wrong choice. Yeah, he often lost focus in class; he took notes only when he felt it was necessary and participated when asked but-- "Trust me, I understand," he shot back with a sigh. Though his father, and even his older brother, worked for everything they wanted he wasn't planning on being any different. He'd get to where he wanted to be by his own will, not some hand out or family duty.

"What class do you have next, Damien?" Ashton asked as he tried to shake off all the thoughts of his family that stirred in his head. He let out a sigh, he strongly wished he had ditched today, he surely was not in the mood for learning, because he had to most uncomfortable night of his life with his father, and his their guests. He strongly wished that his father would head out on a business trip soon, somewhere far away from him. Ashton was already getting sick of his father's company and he was only been home for about four or five days now. But he knew his father would be home for at least the end of the week, because their was a very important party at the manhattan hotel, where he and his father lived.

That...was actually a good question given by his friend. Damien's brows knitted together in thought, the effort sending a dull pain through his skull. Clearly thinking wasn't much of an option for the day. "Uh...English?" He was only half positive that the answer had been correct, and his tone betrayed as much. Damien did pretty well with memorising-- well, just about anything he wanted to. But through in a hazy mind and a stomach that was currently in a darker mood than himself? Let's just say his brain had stayed back in his bed. "How 'bout you, Komo?" He couldn't help wondering right then if he could've gotten away with calling in sick for the day. Ah well, he could always get out early-- somehow.

"Ahhhh," Ashton thought for a while, but his mind completely blanked, as he moved his back away from the lockers, and a small smile formed upon his lips as he came to his conclusion, "Drama." He was exhausted, and instantly regretted staying up all night watching a few shows like he did most days when he separates himself from the real world every little while. He used shows as an escape from reality, and lately it was being an addiction, he really needed to get out and go to a party soon, and break his lonely week strike, "I really wanna ditch, bro." He let out a yawn, as he ran a unconscious hand through his messy dark locks, tussling it up in different directions.

Damien could feel his mind begin to wander as he waited for his friend's reply. What was he even doing here? He could be back at home, sleeping the day away in bed until he was completely rid of this torturous hangover. Or even better-- he could be anywhere else that wasn't school. He was only brought out of his mind when Ashton spoke his exact thoughts, mischievous eyes glancing up and down the hall. "Ya know...none of the teachers have even spotted us yet," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. It wasn't unusual for the teachers to already be locked away in their classrooms, not wanting anything to do with the early morning rowdiness that often filled the halls of the all boys school. "Pretty sure we could just bail without a problem."

((you should bring your guys to the cafe!!))

"I'm ready if you wanna bail," Ashton asked as he glanced around the wall, there were in a maze of boys from all years, "We could go to that cafe. I need coffee." He needed something to wake him up, his droopy eyelids couldn't keep themselves open. He started to gripped his backpack straps, and he leaned his head back against the locker. It's not just that he didn't want to be here, he couldn't be here right now. He let out another yawn as his hand went to cover his mouth, as he gave a nonchalant shrug towards his friend, "I swear I can fell asleep any second." The funny thing was he wasn't cover exaggerating, he legitimately could.

"Coffee it is then," Damien shot back before opening up his locker once again to not only retrieve his books but his sunglasses. Of course it had to be a sunny day the morning he woke up in such a state, and there was no way he was walking around outside without them. With his bag once again filled and hitched up on his shoulder, he cocked his head to the side to signal the other to follow along. At his friends statement, he couldn't help but snort. "I can tell. You look like hell, dude." Damien slipped his sunglasses back over his eyes before heading down the hallway, ignoring various greetings thrown his way by his peers. Usually one to be social, this morning just wasn't one of them.

((the fact that i didn't see that comment and i wrote that. #imamagic #yourawizardnada. next post at the cafe ;) brb))

( lmao!! Take your time XD )

((lol sorry i randomly disappeared. :p ))

With his back against his locker, Damien's gaze traveled up and down the hallway to ensure none of the girls were anywhere in sight. Luckily they had just ducked into the school when the girls were making their way up, quickly finding Caleb and confirming that James would in fact be showing up. Now they just needed to wait. In all honesty, Damien didn't even know how this was going to work. Would Jame pull some crazy stunt? Or would he go about it in some simple way? Maybe just walk into her class like it was no big deal? Damien began lightly hitting his head back against the locker door, the sound ringing out in the relatively empty hallway. "You think they're doin' alright?" His brows were furrowed, directing the question to Ashton seeing as Caleb had slipped off to-- wherever he went during the mornings. More than anything Damien wanted to be with the girls, but he knew that if the two of them stuck that closely to them...well, neither of the girls would be all that happy about it. But still he couldn't help but worry. Upon arriving to the school, he'd gotten more than a few looks while they walked inside. There were a few comments about him and Reese-- most of them nasty when it came to the latter. I thought he had way better taste than that....Wonder what it's like to have a whore for a girlfriend....Please, I'd be so much better for him than, ugh, Reese. Each time he'd gritted his teeth to hold himself back. Causing trouble would only make things worse not only for Damien, but Reese as well. And then there was Aurora... The only thing that might get her through the day was James' reappearance, and maybe a bit of her happiness would rub off on the rest of them.

Miriam had just walked up the steps from the school, and into one of the main hallways as her eyes fell upon Ashton, and Damien. She gave a devious grin before resting a arm on Damien's shoulder, as she tossed him a look of disgust, "It it true that Caine's fucking that slut, Reese?" she spat in Ashton direction. She and Ashton had a history, and she she ready to make him pay for breaking her heart. He knew that Reese was his best friend, and that Ashton cared for her from the bottom of his heart. She could already see the anger in his deep brown eyes, and she chuckled softly, her plan was already working. For a moment felt bad for hurting Ashton, but she didn't think twice about Reese.
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"Aurora, I believe she can handle it, but its not like it isn't going to affect her," Ashton guessed as his worrisome eyes turned towards his friend. He realized that they both were thinking about the same topic. The girls. They both wondered how they were taking it today since the gossip girl post, "Reese, well she can barley handle a small negative look in her direction." Ashton frowned he knew that he shouldn't of let her go to the party. He knew something bad was going to happen, but he would of never guess that it would occur because of how Damien felt for her. He ran a hand through his disheveled brown hair, he felt guilty. He thought it was his fault, if he wasn't this protective of her,she would of never felt the need to try and approve that she didn't need him. He heard the comments about Reese and Damien, and she turned his attention to him once again as he muttered, "Now this why you can't even think of dating her because it would only be worst." He saw Miriam approach as he could already feel his anger start to boil and once she started to talk, he had to clutch his fists, "No, her and Caine aren't a thing."

His friend's words hit Damien a bit harder than he was sure Ashton had meant them to. But when he thought about it, Damien came to the realisation that this was his fault. If he hadn't acted the way he had at the party-- if he hadn't let whatever it is he felt for Reese get the better of him, then maybe everyone would've been able to avoid this entire thing. He could've kept a better eye on Aurora, and wouldn't have to watch as the name she'd made for herself become so tarnished. His eyes fell shut for a few moments, slowly nodding his head once Ashton had finished speaking. "Yeah, I already know that," he replied through clenched teeth. The sudden tension wasn't brought on by his friend of course, but his own thoughts mixed with the constant chatter filling the hallway. Every time someone walked by him, there was a snicker or a snide comment-- mostly bad mouthing Reese which only poked further at his temper. Just as he opened his eyes, Damien felt something on his shoulder and was tempted to elbow whoever was beside him in the gut. Turning then to find his best friend's ex, well, that only added to his sour mood. "One, Caine's standing right fucking here," he ground out from between his teeth. "And two, don't you have some model agent you need to 'persuade' into givin' you a photoshoo or somethin'?" Without another word, he pulled away from the girl and turned to head a bit further down the hall towards the doors. Scanning the narrow area with furrowed brows, an obvious scowl etched onto his features, most seemed to skirt by Damien in silence unlike moments before. Where the hell are they...?

Miriam was taken back by Damien's comment and gave him a death glare, "Shouldn't you be off fucking you're whore of a girlfriend. I mean she must be horrible if you can't even admit you're with here. I mean are you running out of people to sleep with?" she responded as she rose her brows in his direction, as she was pushed away from him. She couldn't believe he used the word 'persuade', implying that she slept her way through the industry. She turned towards Ashton's almost as if she waiting to tell him's friend that that wasn't cool, but he didn't he stood there silent. It hurt even more, because Ashton protected those he cared about, and he clearly didn't care about her.

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Ashton grinded his teeth in Miriam's direction as he cocked his head to the side and stated, "Please, just leave." He wasn't in the mood to here her bagging Reese just to make herself feel better. He could see the hurt in her eyes, but he didn't regret what he had said, she deserved it. She couldn't expect him to choose her over Reese. Reese over anyone, would still make him choose Reese. The cleared his throat as she shooed her away, "You're presence isn't needed," you could sense the anger dipping off his words. He ran another hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down. He couldn't hurt a girl. He would never hurt a girl. He took a deep breath, as he tried to clear his thoughts of anger. He followed Damien's gaze down the hall, and he knew he was thinking the same as his friend; Where were they? . He hoped that they would walk in all bright and lively, but he knew they wouldn't. It would be hell for them and Miriam would be the cherry on top of it all for Reese. He sent her a look that read, ' get out of here, please' , almost like he was warning her that it would get ugly if she stayed. Neither him or Damien were in the mood for her, hell they would never be in the mood for her. He never understood why she hated Reese to death, because the poor girl had never done anything to her.

Gwen spotted Ashton, releaved she smiled at him.

"Hi Ashton."

(hello?)

((sorry i wasn't on))

Ashton turned towards Gwen with a cute boyish grin, "Hey. I missed you last night," he responded. He wished she had gone to the party that way he could of spent time with her.

"Yeah, my brother was in town. Sorry, I had to go out to eat with him."
((It's ok))

"It's fine," Ashton chirped as he ran a hand through his dishevelled mess of hair, "How was dinner with your brother?"

"Fine, I guess, he's still a jerk though. He has been ever since Draco dies." She stared off as the thought of Draco, but shoke her head to get out of it.

Alexandra entered the halls to put her bag in her locker, a small but determined smile on her face. But when she saw gwen and ashton, the smile fell

Gwen saw Alexandra and waved, she wanted to be her friend, but knew Alexandra liked Ashton...
Complicates things....

Just a bit..

Ashton nodded understandingly in Gwen's direction, as he patted her back in an apologetic way, before his eyes fell upon Alexandra, and he gave her a wave, "Hey, Alex."

Alexandra gave him a small, shy smile and waved back. She moved towards her locker, fiddling with the combination

Ashton flashed Gwen a quick smile before stating, "I have to go ask Alex something. I'll be right back." He gave her a reassuming smile before heading towards Alexandra whom was at her locker, and flashing her a cute boyish grin, "We still on for today."

She smiled at him, "Yes we are" her stomach was all fluttery, "That is, if you still want to" she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and adjusted her glasses

Gwen turned to her locker to grab her books, her phone rang. Jared, she knew it before she looked at it.
"Gwen, I need to see you."
"Jared, I'm at school"
"I'm not Jared."
"Who are you???"
"Draco."
She froze, he was dead.

"Yeah," Ashton responded with a grin as he leaned his hand against the lockers, cocking his head to the side to get a better look at the girl in front of him, "I promise to try and not be a bad student, but no guarantees."

Gwen hung up and threw her phone into her locker, then ran to her first class. He was dead, she watched them bury him. Tears filled her eyes.

Alexandra laughed, "Don't worry, I'll be a fabulous teacher" she winked at him, placing her floral print backpack into her locker, "It'll be fun"

Ashton chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his black disheveled locks, as her turned his head to see that Gwen was gone. He crunched his brows in confusion, "Where'd she go?"he pondered, hoping that he had not done anything wrong.

Gwen wiped away her tears, Jared probably was trying to trick her. She knew he didn't like Ashton, but he wouldn't do this.
She went back to her locker to grab her phone and the right book for her class.

Alexandra frowned and looked into her locker, trying to ignore that his thoughts always returned to Gwen. She was a fool for thinking she had a shot with a guy like Ashton

Gwen opened her locker and saw her phone was buzzing again, she ignored it.

She didn't want to talk to her brother or dead boyfriend.

(umm...)