[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], Analise - [@Aewin], Dominique - [@Hushed Whispers] directly, the rest of their group by proxy
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Troy was confident in many things, very secure in most of his opinions. One of his more controversial opinions--at least around the high school--was that cliques, at their core, were stupid. The very idea that people needed to be separated into groups of people that liked the same things, or had the same things, or were equally rich and snobby… That wasn’t even the worst part. What really, [i]truly[/i] annoyed Troy about cliques, at least ever since he had gotten with Audrey, was the invisible wall put up between them. She never looked at him longer than a few fleeting seconds in the hall, never came up to for a hug and a kiss, though he [i]more[/i] than deserved it at this point.

Without moving from his spot, he watched in mild amusement as Audrey ran up to her friends. The girl would be caught dead before she entered a school event without her beloved partners, which Troy found endlessly amusing. ‘[color=#1a23d8][i]Probably the only good thing about [b]cliques[/b][/i][/color],” Troy mused silently to himself. Even in his mind, he [i]thought[/i] the word with total and utter disdain. He had long ago found himself [i]relegated[/i] to the ‘rebel’ clique, where he became their defacto leader, for god knows what reason.

He hated cliques, simply detested them.

Smiling as he noted the dress that Audrey had chosen to watch, Troy winked at her as she eyed him. Of course he’d noticed, he almost always did, but this time he responded to it. He eyed the tray of cups Audrey had, idly wondering if she had something for him. He snorted when she made the comment about how much she liked nuts. Troy knew [i]exactly[/i] how much she liked nuts, and it took all of his self control to not make a snide comment. He watched with great interest as Victoria Hansen, a girl that the light of his life--er, Audrey, the girl he slept with sometimes, was not fond of. Not even in the slightest.

Seeing slight movements and a look in Audrey’s eye that Troy knew [i]almost[/i] too well, Troy moved over to the group of people, grabbing Audrey’s arm that held the hot cocoa, smiling politely at Dominique, Anna, and the others. “[color=#1a23d8]Sorry, ladies. But I need to borrow this one.[/color]” He explained sadly, reaching out with his free hand and snatching a muffin. “[color=#1a23d8]Don’t mind if I do. Don’t worry, I’ll deliver her right to you at the assembly. Won’t be more than ten minutes.[/color]” Without another word, without giving anyone of the group, even Audrey, time to protest, Troy stalked off, dragging the girl behind him.

Once they were alone in a deserted hallway, no one around to see or hear them, Troy smiled at her, looking her up and down. It always amazed him how incredibly pretty she was, whenever he got a chance to marvel at her in a close distance, which had been too long he thought. Leaning forward, Troy stole a quick kiss from her before she could protest, then spoke. “[color=#1a23d8]Hey, Princess. Miss me? I just wanna say… that I know exactly how much you like them nuts.[/color]” He teased, smirking. Troy knew he’d be in trouble until he got to explain the real reason that he’d dragged her off, and so Troy waited, getting ready for the argument that would be forthcoming.

He reached his hand into his inner jacket pocket and touched the box.

He’d put the argument to rest pretty quickly this time.[/center]