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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] The Jameson Residence ---> Westworth Lake ---> Westworth High
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Jason Singh (NPC), Jareth [@Silent Observer], Remy [@lovely complex][/center][hr]
[color=darkred]“So, how do I look? I’m really digging this jacket. It’s fucking sick.”[/color]


A raven-haired young woman stood in front of her desk, hands on her hips while showing off [url=http://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=6553642&.svc=copypaste-and&id=212273654]her cool-weather outfit[/url] and [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mesndripGo1ru8guc.gif]making silly poses[/url] at her laptop’s camera. On the PC screen was an ongoing Skype call, where a [url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/74f6dbae63284693e6aa0cea74869585/tumblr_oa39f6MbWc1uh1vveo2_500.gif]young man[/url] in a gray hoodie and dark brown hair tied back in a sexy man-bun with a few stray locks falling on his face sat grinning widely at the girl’s clownish ways. Sierra Jameson was up earlier than she usually would on a school day, but there was a very valid reason for it: she’d wanted to get in a quick morning chat with the man on the screen before heading out. The ‘man on the screen’ was Jason Singh, Sierra’s best friend since the fourth grade… And her ex-boyfriend.


[color=springgreen]“You look great, Si.”[/color] Jay replied in that rich, deep voice that made women swoon whenever he sang, with that breathtaking grin still in place. [color=springgreen]“I really wish I could be there with you, because I sure miss having that kind of weather. Unfortunately, I'm stuck here in the unbearable, scorching heat. The forecast here says today’s going to be near 90°F. I’m going to be melting while you guys over there are all nice and cool and cozy.”[/color]


Sierra’s playful manner was wiped away in an instant when Jay made mention of the weather in his new town, to be replaced with an unmistakable scowl of bitterness that was meant to hide the painful reminder that he wasn’t in Westworth anymore. [color=darkred]“Well, you could very much be here if it weren’t for your mother wanting to ‘go after her happiness’-”[/color] she said that last part with air quotes, and always with the characteristic hurtful, sarcastic tone she reserved for when she was angry, sad or hurt. [color=darkred]“And forcing you to leave with her so she could marry your dad and you could all be a ‘picture-perfect happy family’.”[/color]


Sierra, of course, was referring to the dreadful incident of that last summer that had brought on her misfortune. During their sophomore year, Jay’s mother Erin had left for a weekend trip in Beverly Hills, California, where her high school class would be doing their bi-yearly encounter. It was there where she’d reconnected with Jay’s dad Shawn: her high school sweetheart who had fathered Jay when they were only eighteen and whom she had separated from when Jay was only two years old. As if in some sort of cheesy romantic Hollywood movie, the recently-divorced Erin and the recently-divorced Shawn had somehow realized they were still very much in love after all these years, and had decided to give themselves another chance now that they were older and wiser. The catch to this situation had been that, in order for them to be together, Erin had to relocate to Beverly Hills. And, wanting to waste no time in re-starting her love life next to who was her one true love, Erin had searched, found a new job and made all the arrangements that were necessary for them to move away. By the time the first week of August had arrived, Erin, Kareena (Jay’s half-sister) and Jason were on their way to their new life in California. And due to the distance they would now be facing, the relationship that [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/79/cd/10/79cd10fa14aada9d3dbd0593b45f4da4.jpg]Jay and Sierra[/url] had shared since the second half of their freshman year had come to an end.

And, honestly? Life sucked without Jay.

Jay’s smile and content manner was also gone rather quickly at Sierra’s bitter tone, and he ran a hand through his hair: something he did when he was uncomfortable with a situation. [color=springgreen]“C’mon, Si-Bells. Don’t start this again. You know I had no choice.”[/color] he replied in a low voice, brown eyes moving away from her face.


[color=darkred]“It’s whatever, Jay. I’m over it.”[/color] She was [i]clearly[/i] not over it, but she would be damned before she broke down in front of Jay like she’d done when alone in her room most days since their break-up. [color=darkred]“I’m gonna be late, so I’ll just catch you later, k?”[/color] [i]That[/i] was a blatant lie. It was only seven in the morning, and school didn’t start till 7:45. Jay knew this, of course, but chose to ignore it in order to not start an argument. 


[color=springgreen]“Alright then. Have a good one, Si.”[/color] Jay said, giving Sierra a small, sad wave all the way from his room in the golden state of California. The young man seemed to hesitate a few moments, indecision clear in his handsome face, until after a few seconds he blurted out the words. [color=springgreen]“I love you.”[/color]


Sierra, who had her back to him after thinking he’d hung up after bidding adieu to her, took a moment herself to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes before turning around to simply say: [color=darkred]“You have a good one too, Jay. See ya.”[/color][hr]


[color=darkred]“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m late. There’s no need to remind me every day, Mr. Clarke.”[/color] Sierra called out as soon as she’d walked past the door of her homeroom classroom, leaving a scent trail of cigarette smoke and fruity perfume in her wake. After spending the better part of the last fifteen minutes crying and smoking on the dock by the lake, Sierra had finally pulled herself together before arriving at school. She’d made a small detour to the cafeteria to get her breakfast muffins (all that moping had made her hungry), and devour them on the way to the classroom.


She gave an acknowledging nod to her classmates and made her way to where Remy, Desi, Lala, CR, Tempy and Jareth sat, and making a point to fist-bump every one of them. [color=darkred]“What’s up, fuckers?”[/color]


That last word caught the attention of Mr. Clarke, who took a moment from savoring his cheesecake to give her a stern look and scold her with a [color=FF4500][b]"Hey, language!"[/b][/color] before digging back into his dessert. Sierra merely grinned at him before continuing on her fist-bump spree.


When she got to Jareth, a very familiar grey hoodie Si instantly recognized was visible under his signature black leather jacket, and she gave him a soft slap in the arm. [color=darkred]“Hey, I recognize that hoodie... I was looking for it the other day, you little shit! No wonder my jackets keep disappearing: you keep taking them! I had to fucking buy this one yesterday because I couldn’t find any to wear. I’m really gonna need some of those back, Jar, [i]including[/i] the one you’re wearing right now. And make sure you wash them first. It’s the least you can do for [i]stealing[/i] them, you jacket thief.”[/color] Though having been very annoyed at the lack of hoodies and jackets in her classroom, Sierra wasn’t angry at him: she’d made sure to make the rant sound playful.


She turned her icy blue eyes to the board, where a list of countries was written on Remy’s handwriting, except for Jamaica, which was written in Jar’s unmistakable scrawl. [color=darkred]“Oh, the class trip. I honestly don’t give a shit where we go, as long as I get out of this shit town for a while.”[/color] she drawled to no one in particular, waving an airy hand as she took an empty seat near a corner, making sure she had no one sitting on either side of her. She wasn’t much into the ‘trying being civil to people’ mood at the moment. [color=darkred] “I could use a tan, though, so I’m all for going anywhere as long as my pale ass gets a golden glow.[/color] She directed her next words at Remy. [color=darkred]“And about fundraising ideas, I suggest a talent show where we can charge some small fee, like $5 per person. You all know how this town is all about ‘supporting the community’ and ‘looking after our neighbors’ and ‘taking care of each other’-”[/color] she said the phrases in a mocking, sarcastic way, and again with the air quotes. [color=darkred]“I’m sure most of the town would come support us. Plus, we have some great talents in this class alone.”[/color]