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News broke of Alexandros returning at alarming rates. By when the day had came to an end, Alexandros received several calls from people who had been wondering exactly where he had been. Some of them were contacts he made through his [i]extracurricular[/i] activities. He hadn’t informed them of his impromptu trip to Greece, and that caused some frantic worrying on their part. So, of course, when they learned he had returned, they wanted to know why, but Alexandros just couldn’t answer all of them, so he sent a mass text to just about everyone buzzing up his phone:

[quote=Alex]I’ll tell you tomorrow. Have some patience.[/quote]

And until the next day arrived, Alexandros wouldn’t  even touch his phone.

Sooner than he realized, the morning sun would graze his skin, prompting him to wake up. It was just at daybreak that his eyes had opened. For the first time in a long time, Alexandros was looking forward to going to school. So much so that he actually didn’t take his traditional shot of bourbon with his breakfast. Instead, he got himself a glass of non-alcoholic cider, and opted for a bagel with a minimal amount of cream cheese on it. 

As he got the garage, he had all that he needed to get the day started, and Florence was waiting for him by his red Ferrari.  “[color=f64a8a]You’re looking awfully chipper this morning.[/color]” Florence couldn’t help but crack a small, almost undetectable smirk. Almost.

“[color=dodgerblue]As if I have any reason not to. Today begins the first day of the plan.[/color]” Alex noted.

Florence seemed to be pleased with his answer. “[color=f64a8a]Good. GLad to see that you haven’t let the familiarity of this place cloud your priorities.[/color]” Florence stepped out of Alexandros’ way, and made her own way to the passenger’s seat. “[color=f64a8a]Then, let’s get going, lest we want to be late for school.[/color]”

Alexandros didn’t say anything. He simply took his place in the driver’s seat, revved up his beautiful Ferrari, and drove off into the morning sun. 

Destination: Beverly Hills High School.

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Alexandros missed being among the lower class of the high class of the West Side. The sight of their whispering faces pointing at him and nudging at their friends, doubtless murmuring about a few things. The first, of course, was thanks to someone who called themselves SoCal Gal. A clever play on Manhattan’s own Gossip Girl. They broke the news of his return and she..he -they? - were the reason for his big return ruined. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Alexandros now had to deal with the inevitable confrontation that he faced with Audrey. So it was safe to say that the plan wasn’t off to a good start.

“[color=f64a8a]Look confident, Alex.[/color]” Florence tightened her grip on his arm. “[color=f64a8a]Show weakness and they will eat you alive.[/color]”

“[color=dodgerblue]Yes, I know that.[/color]” Alex irritatedly sighed.

“[color=f64a8a]Then walk.[/color]”

Another sigh, but Alex said nothing in retort. Instead, he walked with the raven-haired beauty staying close, her slender arm hooked around his muscled own. If one didn’t know any better, they would think that ALexandros and her were dating. FOr one, to match his [url=http://i.imgur.com/55jx1Fk.jpg]dark blue attire[/url], she matched with a complimenting, albeit completely opposing, [url=http://i.imgur.com/CqBAUN3.jpg]outfit[/url] of her own. But, regardless of their polarizing color choice, the two of them walked as if they ruled the school.

And to be quite honest, with the reputation that the Sauveterre’s had in Los Angeles with FRancis Sauveterre applying for a second term as Mayor of Los Angeles  and the obvious reputation Alexandros Mossos had, oh with how they may or may not rule the criminal underground, how couldn’t one mistake them for BHHS’ next power couple?

As they roamed the halls, everyone made way for them. They knew an unstoppable force when they saw one. And if there was anything Beverly Hills High respected more than money, it was power.