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[color=E053B3][i]You say you're sorry
But it's too late now
So save it, get gone, shut up
'Cause if you think I care about you now
Well, boy, I don't give a fuck[/i][/color]

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[indent][indent][color=darkgray]The day Ronald Calloway’s secret was revealed to the population of Sterling Heights High School, Arabella Jennings had failed to show up to school. The girl had been fast asleep when the wave of notifications arrived, and was jolted awake by the wave of notifications sending her phone into a vibrating, beeping frenzy. With eyes half-blinded with sleep, Arabella unlocked her phone to see what the commotion was all about, and her grogginess instantly disappeared when her blue eyes fell on the [i]Sterling Heights Secrets[/i] alert. She’d read over the lines on the site at least ten times before she shot up from bed, put on her robe and slippers, grabbed her keys and drove off to Ron’s.

Arabella had arrived at the Calloway household in record time. She’d barged straight through the door and into his bedroom with no warning, and went off on what was possibly the biggest rant the boy had ever been witness to. All the pent-up anger of dealing with months of cheating rumors, mind games was finally liberated in a series of cold, hard truths that had the school’s King Bee wide-eyed and stunned into silence. But it was that last statement - a confession of the secret she’d kept for the duration of their ‘relationship’- what really broke him: a punch to the ego so strong that the young woman knew he would never take another female for granted again. After it was all said and done, Arabella turned on her heel and marched away, making sure to erase every shred of his existence from her life. 

That was the last time she ever saw or heard from Ronald Calloway. 

The next day, people had been expecting - and probably some secretly hoping- to see Ara walk into school a broken girl whose world had just come crashing down. Instead, they found themselves face to face with an Arabella Jennings that was confident, determined, and a force to be reckoned with. There was not a single chip on her armor, only the shining light of a thousand suns. She remained the same cheerful, enthusiastic and outgoing girl most knew and loved. And for those who wondered how she was so unaffected by the blasphemy going around, the response was always the same: [i]believe half of what you see and none of what you hear[/i]. Eventually, the gossip died down, and everyone went on with the rest of their lives. Ara did the same with her head held high, her heart at peace knowing she’d left her mark in Ron’s life forever.

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The first game of the season was a complete bust. Nobody was sure if it was because of the absence of two of their best players or just dregs of the negativity cloud floating around in the last few weeks, but the SHS team had been brutally beaten for the first time in three years. A grumpy Arabella had been forced to watch from the sidelines, praying her and her team would get an excuse to put their hours of practice into work. But unfortunately, luck was not on their side today, and the game had come to its. Crestfallen, the cheerleading team had headed back to the showers, hoping that the Homecoming dance would go much better than the game had.

[color=E053B3]“Talk about cheesy…”[/color] Ara said cheerfully as she made her way to where her friends stood, taking position on the opposite side of Bernadette. Her slender body sported a black sequin halter top, paired with a black leather peplum mini skirt and trusty black heels. Half of her blonde hair was pinned back, revealing a face with just enough makeup to highlight her most appealing features. The girl looked around the room with a face that was a combination of amused yet horrified, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. [color=E053B3]“This school should really use a larger activity budget. These decorations are literally [i]atrocious[/i]. That or a better decorating committee. Pretty sure my bedroom looks, like, literally a [i]million[/i] times better than this.”[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]