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[sub][color=pink]l o c a t i o n[/color] [color=black]•[/color] Various places around campus	[color=dimgray]//[/color]	[color=pink]i n t e r a c t i o n s[/color] [color=black]•[/color] Chanel, Julie, and Reli [/sub]
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[indent][indent][indent]Stella, like most of the students who were walking out of the auditorium where the most awkward, possibly invasive, assembly they’ve had in their four years at King’s, most of them that Stella saw walk past her didn’t really seem to care what actually was said. They didn’t seem to be alarmed when the coach (yeah of all people to speak it was the freaking male coach) was talking about so many personal things. Stella was still red when she forced her feet to at least isolate herself from anyone who even had the slightest idea of talking to her about it. The way she was feeling, she would much rather ditch the rest of the day than have to think about what she just heard ever again.

Stella Lambert literally couldn’t even right now.

And she wouldn’t. She purposely was going to block out everything that came after the homecoming announcements, which she felt should have been more important than some twisted Ted Talk. She had to take a few extra ten minutes just to calm her nerves. The entire time she spent sitting by the parking lot, the only thought she had coursing through her mind was how she knew a lot of what was said about condoms, safe sex, and what could happen if those practices weren’t applied was on her mind a lot more than she thought it would be. And not that she wanted to, but she couldn’t help but think about Oliver. 

[color=pink]“Oh my god, no what am I even thinking?”[/color] She immediately shook her head. No, she didn’t want to have sex with Oliver...not that it wouldn’t be a good thing. [color=pink]“We’re not even together together!”[/color] 

And Stella would then spend an additional five minutes talking to herself, convincing herself that she and Oliver weren’t together. They kissed and danced and went on a date, but unless the official ‘I want to be your girlfriend’ words came from her lips or the male version of that came from his, she knew they were nothing more than two people who shared some close minutes. She couldn’t help but feel just a little disappointed. Maybe she wanted there to be more, but how in the world could she even bring herself to ask him that, especially after what he told her just a couple of days ago.

Finally, as she had made the delayed decision of standing up and not mulling over the disaster that was the sex talk™, she stood up and stood just about a few feet away from the cafeteria. She wasn’t sure if she could hold down any food right now, so Stella went in the opposite direction towards the courtyard where a good number of students already migrated to with most of them having their bags of condoms and lube in their hands. Stella, for some odd reason, had hers too, so she instantly tossed it into the trash just a foot away from where she stood. There was no way in fiery hellfire she was going to be caught dead with them. 

Walking somewhat at a rapid pace, Stella wasn’t even paying attention because she had literally bumped into an edge of someone’s table. [color=pink]“Ouch,”[/color] Stella whined aloud. She had bumped the side of her thigh rather harshly against the edge. It was enough to slightly rip the fabric of her skirt. [color=pink]“Oh, well that’s just great,”[/color] she whined again. Only with a quick glance, did she realize who's table it was. [color=pink]“Oh. Hey Chanel. And Julie. And someone I don't know!”[/color] 

Stella turned what was formerly a frown into a pleasant smile, though it was a bit difficult for her to contain the pain circling around her right outer thigh. King’s Academy tables were no joke and Stella bumped into it hard. Today just wasn't Stella's day.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]