[center][hr][h1][color=00aeef][b]Lilith Storm[/b][/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Time:[/u][/b] End of lunch
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Beverly Hills High
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Tristan [@HushedWhispers][hr][/center]

Lil was in a bad mood. And late. The late thing wasn't all too unusual, but the mood thing was something new-ish. Ever since Tristan had up and ditched her at the party, a black cloud just seemed to hover over her head at all times. Everything went wrong after that night. Her feet were still sore, with cuts and bruises. Glaring down at the cursed blue-leather covered things attached to her feet, Lil stomped away from the cafeteria towards her class. After a few feet of stomping, she quickly stopped, realizing she was only making herself look like a fool and hurting herself. [color=00aeef]"Damn, fucking feet."[/color]

Walking through the hallway Lil's phone began to buzz in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw the sender. Tristan. Of course it was Tristan. Not a word for days and suddenly, 'Hey I'm back!' Swiping on the phone's screen she pulled open the app and read the message. The fucking audacity of this guy. Hitting the phone's screen angrily she typed back a short curt message.

[center][b]To: Tristan[/b]
[color=00aeef]Here.[/color][/center]

Shoving the phone back in her pocket, Lily turned down the path to her class. Most everyone had already made it to their classes by now. Not expecting anyone to be in front of her she picked up a little bit of speed. Tardy's were building up on her report, she could use one good day. Turning another corner Lil ran face first into a man standing next to a girl. Flying back after bouncing off of his chest, she landed hard on the ground, backpack flying. [color=00aeef]"FUCK!"[/color] Lily slammed her fist down on the ground. Her hand came back stinging, small cuts starting to bleed. 

Standing up fast, Lily turned on the person she ran into. The person who so obviously was at fault here. Alexandros. Sly, smooth, drug dealing Alexandros. Adderall addict feeder Alexandros. Of course it was him. Angrily, Lily picked up her backpack, a little to fast so it swung around her body instead of hitting her shoulder. Shoving passed him, Lil hit him with her shoulder as she passed, clenching her injured fist to her body. [color=00aeef]"Watch it, fucking candy man."[/color] She was so angry, she didn't even acknowledge the innocent looking creature beside him.