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[sub][color=bc8f8f][b]Collab Featuring:[/b] [color=15603a]Trixie[/color] [@Lovely Complex], [color=31ba9f][b]Jamie[/b][@smarty0114][/color], [color=997fdb][b]Marhsall[/b] [@Silent Observer][/color] [/color][/sub]
[color=bc8f8f][sub][b]Location:[/b] Homeroom[/sub][/color]
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[indent][i]A little before Riley’s show…[/i]

Trixie boredly scanned the room, as Jamie responded to her, her focus falling on one of the the newer students at BHHS, Dominica. One of the many students she’d given a tour and a brief overview of the school in general, like the cliques and who NOT to mess with (primarily Hailey and that troublemaker, Lucky). They weren’t terribly close, but they weren’t on bad terms either. Trixie wasn’t blind to ‘shine’ and this girl did hold the charisma, uniqueness, and talent it took to be, well, one of the It girls, but it was out of her jurisdiction to even entertain the idea. Trixie primarily puts all her time and energy in her influence in the school and keeping tabs of mostly everything that goes on in the halls, with little birdies that report to her because they admire her stature. However, ever since the breakup, her little birdies have purposely been withholding information from her, for her health or something. 

Jesus, was she that transparent? 

No, she wasn’t, but since those she surrounded herself with (and didn’t) had big mouths, everyone in the halls knew about her getting sloppy drunk and leaving the party with some french girl. She had yet to see Hailey or Ophelia’s reactions to that, and that was kind of a relief to her. 

Tilting her head, she looked back at Jamie and gave him an inquisitive gaze, [b][color=15603a]“What ‘wasn’t what it looked like’?”[/color][/b] Not actually caring about the answer to the question, even if she didn’t know what he could possibly be referring to, she continued, [b][color=15603a]“Well, nevermind that! Now, Jamie.”[/color][/b] She leaned in closer, resting her elbows on his desk and putting her chin in the palm of her hands, [b][color=15603a]“Before I go into the important stuff, I was curious about your relationship with Riley Wells. We might’ve had an encounter...”[/color][/b] She innocently smiled.

Whilst Trixie was quick to brush off Jamie’s statement, Marshall certainly was not. Did he just… was he mimicking what Riley had said? Mar might be overthinking things, but the quote was eerily similar to the night of the party. And not only did he say it, but the [i]tone[/i] he had used, and the look Jamie had given him prior to saying it… The dark-haired dancer looked down at the desk in front of him, doing his best not to show that he was feeling every square inch of that shade. Shade over a situation that he was coming over here to [i]explain[/i] before Trixie had shown up. Marsh was pulled out of his thoughts suddenly by Trixie mentioning a relationship with Riley Wells. [i][color=997fdb]Oh, shit. Fuck. Damn. Why???[/color][/i]

Jamie’s stomach dropped at Riley’s name. Figures. The young journalist pursed his lips, thinking over his answer for a moment. [color=31ba9f][b]“As far as I’m concerned we’re acquaintances, nothing more.”[/b][/color] he said, his voice cool. [color=31ba9f][b]“Why?”[/b][/color] Jamie asked, curious as to what game Trixie was playing, because he knew damn well there was a game. There was always a game.

[b][color=15603a]“He [i]seemed[/i] really intrigued about you and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him be that concerned about anything else that wasn’t his little morning show.”[/color][/b] She paused, her eyes never leaving Jamie’s expressionless face, [b][color=15603a]“Oh. And.”[/color][/b] Fixing her posture, and taking her elbows off his desk, she nonchalantly shrugged, [b][color=15603a]“There’s also a rumor going around.”[/color][/b] 

[i][color=997fdb]Oh no.[/color][/i] Marshall nearly cringed. Of course there was a rumor, it was BHHS, there were always rumors. Fan-[i]fucking[/i]-tastic. He hazarded a glance over at Jamie, making eye contact and almost praying that the feisty sandy-haired boy would have mercy. It might not seem to Jamie that Marshall deserved mercy, but he could hope for it. Additionally, there was the fact that Riley wasn’t out, and it was very [i]uncool[/i] to out a fellow gay (or bi, bi seemed right in this situation), whether it be rumored or otherwise.

Jamie chewed his lip. What the hell could he say to this? He didn’t need the entire school knowing his drama with Marshall right now. That would not do. [color=31ba9f][b]“If I knew what was going on in Riley’s head, I would tell you. But, I’m guessing this rumor has something to do with it,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, glancing over at Marshall for a moment to reassure him that, for now, he wouldn’t air their dirty laundry. 

[b][color=15603a]“Oh? So there isn’t anything going on between you two? People sighted a very friendly encounter between you and him, so the rumor is you’re trying to convert a straight guy or something. Weird, right?”[/color][/b] Though, if there wasn’t truth about that theory, Riley wouldn’t be so concerned with Jamie’s newspaper story. Would he? Trixie wanted to know if Jamie was planning something that involved painting Riley in a certain light. If that is the case, that won’t do, not without a price. Riley was cute. He did a lot for the school, but if Jamie had a personal vendetta against him, oh man, Trixie would love know more. Call it nosey, call it her job. Trixie [i]liked[/i] knowing things.  

Jamie closed his eyes and groaned out loud for a moment, rubbing his temples in frustration. [color=31ba9f][b]“Of course, some neanderthal sees me talking to a dude and just assumes I’m trying to sleep with him. Jesus Christ,”[/b][/color] Jamie scoffed, his annoyance clear in his tone. [color=31ba9f][b]“Well you can tell everyone that I’m certainly not trying to get in Riley Well’s pants,”[/b][/color] Jamie added, rolling his eyes. What other bullshit could this school come up with?

Marshall raised an eyebrow at Jamie’s response. Now wasn’t that a tasty bit of hypocrisy? Granted, Marsh had no idea if Jamie was [i]also[/i] spotted coming out of the same closet as Riley… but, there was an assumption made about him regardless. An assumption that Jamie was defending himself against, so, perhaps now he would be a little more open minded to what Marshall had to say. This conversation had started poorly, but it was looking like something good might come out of it. Marsh exhaled a breath of a laugh and shook his head as he remarked, [color=997fdb][b]“Straight people sometimes…”[/b][/color]

What a passionate response. Trixie couldn’t help but smile. Was someone having a bad morning? Seemed to be a trend this lovely Monday. [b][color=15603a]“I most certainly will. I’d stay clear of him, if you don’t want to make it on the next post of the Weekend Warrior. That’s like this school’s crack.”[/color][/b] Trixie mused, not having checked the newest post on the blog herself. 

The toying around part was done and over with. Now straight to business. [b][color=15603a]“I need your help, Jamie. I know this is weird coming from me, but I have a little… project, and I thought you’d be the perfect person for the job.”[/color][/b]

Jamie rolled his eyes at Trixie’s mention of the Weekday Warrior. That tabloid fed this school’s gossip addiction, that was for sure. At mention of a project, Jamie’s interest piqued. [color=31ba9f][b]“And what would that be?”[/b][/color] Jamie asked, his annoyance having been shoved aside by .curiosity. 

Trixie opened her mouth, only for Mrs. Winship to interject. Her voice resounding in the room, [color=darkgray][b]“Quiet down. Riley’s show is about to start.”[/b][/color] 

[b][color=15603a]“I’ll tell you more after club today just know…”[/color][/b] She leaned in close and cupped her hand around Jamie’s ear, just in case Marshall was eavesdropping, [b][color=15603a]“I want to know the full story... This has to stay between you and me.”[/color][/b] 

Jamie gave a slight nod and a quick glance at Trixie to show he understood. Whatever it was, he was sure it was gonna be in conflict with many of his goals. That’s just how the day was going.[/indent]