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[color=cyan][h1]CeCe Barker[/h1][/color]
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The roar of the motorcycle echoed through the school grounds as the very familiar gold and black Kawasaki zipped through the parking lot. The rider, a slim figure with a gold helmet on in a leather riding suit, leaned forward as the motorcycle popped a wheelie and maneuvered the bike with great skill into one of the empty parking spaces for the motorcycles. Dressed in a new [url=http://i1.leatherfads.com/prod/Jumpsuit_1446_L.jpg]leather jumpsuit[/url] from her mother’s newest collection, CeCe stepped off the bike and pulled over her helmet, whipping her now scrunched up blonde hair out of her face. Her boots clicked against the pavement as she kicked her kickstand down and set her helmet on the back of her bike. She wasn’t worried about anyone stealing it; she chose to trust people where others didn’t. Slipping out of her jumpsuit directly in the middle of the parking lot, she exposed what she was wearing underneath which was [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d8/d3/7b/d8d37b634cca3550af131bb5e5893095.jpg]a simple white crop top and a pair of short jean shorts[/url], one that her mother almost never let her wear, which is why she wore it to school more than home. 

She heard whispers around her as she approached the sidewalk, glancing around. “[i]Oh. My. God. Is that CeCe Barker?! She’s, like, my idol![/i]” “[i]Didn’t she model for Victoria Secret?[/i]” “[i]No way! That’s Cecily Barker![/i]” She raised an eyebrow. Normally people here weren’t this excited to see her, nor be admiring that she was the CeCe Barker. Seeing a friend of hers in the distance, she walked over to her and touched her shoulder. “[color=cyan]Annabelle. What’s going on? People seem more… awed by me this morning. Did I miss something? I did wake up a little late…[/color]”

“[i]Girl, you missed everything. The headmaster gave a whole speech about welcoming the poorer class to Hollywood University and he said that we were all happy to have them here, not that most of us are.[/i]” Annabelle snorted, tossing her black hair over her shoulder. “[i]I don’t even see the reason for giving out scholarships. They get all of their money from our parents anyways. Why the hell give out scholarships to the less talented and beautiful just to make them pay it off later?[/i]” 

“[color=cyan]Don’t say that,[/color]” Cecily hissed. “[color=cyan]I’m sure some of these… newer students are just as talented as we are![/color]” Though, in her mind, all CeCe could think about was how her brother would be ranting on about how these people weren’t allowed to be here and that it should be for privilege only, not scraps. But, luckily, Blaise wasn’t here and he wouldn’t be able to induce any negativity on the situation, though she did feel like she would be getting a call later tonight by him because news like this would travel faster in the richer community. 

She peered around and tapped a long, colored fingernail to her chin. It would be interesting to see how the party went tonight… Her and Leo had been cooking something up for the last couple months about a kick off part and they had rented out the Shangri-La Rooftop, one of the most expensive in the city, just so it could be awesome. One of the music scholars whose father is a world famous DJ was DJing for the party and there was going to be a LOT of people going tonight. Speaking of which… CeCe’s eyes scanned the parking lot until the landed on the familiar hair and body type of Leo, leaning over a car to talk to a girl. She rolled her eyes and walked over toward them. She narrowed her eyes when she heard Leo call himself the “host” and snorted derisively.

“[color=cyan]More like co-host, considering the fact that both you and I worked on this for months,[/color]” CeCe interrupted, breaking the flirtatious air that Leo brought with him for a moment. CeCe turned to the girl and smiled at her. “[color=cyan]You are most welcome, though. The more the merrier. Speaking of which, Leo, we need to talk about some final arrangements for tonight. I was thinking that we could get one of the students to mix drinks because the guy you had backed out. I got a voicemail from him this morning.[/color]” CeCe then realized that someone was missing. “[color=cyan]Hey, where’s Julio? Aren’t you two inseparable?[/color]” She smirked slightly and leaned back crossing her arms across her chest.