[center][h1][color=#1a23d8]Troy Blake[/color][/h1]

Time: 6:30 AM - 7:15 AM
Location: Beverly Hills High
Interacting with: Audrey - [@Dirty Pretty Lies]

It wasn’t even entirely necessary that he went today, but he had to power through it. He’d thought it might be end up being a good decision, though. He might miss something important if he didn’t attend; like a form his parents [i]needed[/i] to sign; if that happened his educational integrity might be left in jeopardy, heaven forbid. Rolling his eyes, Troy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, leaning against the wall of the high school. Aside from that, there was someone very important that he wanted to see. He was early; which was more than normal for him, he so naturally rose with the sun, that he almost always ended up at the school before the others. He was standing around the courtyard in front of the school as the teachers began to roll up, messing around on his phone. By the time the students began to roll up, Troy had taken the standard spot for his early morning watchdog routine, leaning against a wall a short distance from from Dominique and her clique’s spot. From here, Troy had long since learned he could watch everything, and step in if a situation got to a point that warranted it.

When he had first started this, there were many, [i]many[/i] situations that warranted it, but by now people understood that Troy was there, and that his protection extended to all the younger students, and outcasts that were so easily victimized. Since day one in the high school, Troy had been simply [i]unwilling[/i] to stand for it, and after he'd administered a few harsh beatings, bullying had gone way down at the school--at least as long as Troy was there to watch over things, though there were a few people that continued to bully. He was a little worried about what would happen when he graduated, but he never focused on that too much; it was too far in the future for him to even consider it.

For now, he was focused on the present. There were three major things flowing through his mind today: firstly, the fact that he had been asked by his aunt to look after his younger cousin, Sebastian, a new freshman in Beverly Hills High; Troy was admittedly frustrated and annoyed that [i]he[/i] was expected to babysit, and not Bash’s brother, Davy, but Troy would fulfill the request nonetheless. Maybe, she’d asked him because his reputation preceded him, or maybe it was because she thought Davy was too focused on [i]’The pursuit of happiness,’[/i] or whatever it was David always said, which was another legitimate possibility.

Secondly, Troy was on the lookout for the new faces. People that he would quickly realize he needed to protect and people that he would just as quickly realize that he needed to [i]teach[/i], if you could call what he does ‘teaching.’ The beginning of the school year was always an entertaining debacle for Troy, with newbies coming up from middle school and sophomores and juniors thinking they’d gotten big and bad enough over the summer to fight him. Shaking his head, Troy moved his mind forward, and away from thinking of how many fights he’d end up in the weeks following this assembly--which he still thought was entirely pointless--and forward to the third and most important thing of the day.

Reaching a hand into his jacket’s inner pocket, Troy touched the poorly wrapped(Troy had tried, but found that wrapping things wasn’t something he excelled at) package, inwardly patting himself on the back again. He had managed to remember his and Audrey’s three-month anniversary. Not three months since their first date, or anything like that; it had just been three months since they’d first slept together. But, he’d decided that their relationship had enough affection to acknowledge their anniversary. And so, he’d managed to work more overtime than he’d wanted to, and he’d purchased her a pair of overly expensive white gold and [i]diamond[/i] earrings. One hundred percent real, he had made absolutely sure of that. While his wealthy parents would have happily paid for the gift, Troy hadn’t even told them about it. Instead, he’d saved and purchased it himself; he thought it’d be more special that way.

Plus, the earrings were [i]diamond[/i], so she’d basically have to.

Troy was smiling now, a rare sight for anyone who might look up and notice it, as he slid his phone out of his pants pocket and pulled up Audrey’s contact, punching out a text:

[color=#1a23d8][b]To: ♥My Princess♥

Are you going to get here anytime soon? Dominique is all by herself. Less you count her nerdy brother, but you probably wouldn’t, would ya? Hurry up[/b][/color]

Passive aggressive? Yes. But Troy didn’t think Audrey would rather have it any other way.[/center]