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[indent][color=ffdab9]For once, she wasn't dressed as scantily clad as she normally was. Sorta. With a gold choker necklace on and only her left ear hoop earring showing, Mia pulled her pink scrunchy off, letting her long and loose curls, untamed and wild, cascade down her right shoulder. Her thin, soft dancer stomach barely mattered in comparison to her booty jean shorts. To her there was no problem, but to those that thought with their sex and not their mind, her voluptuous hips and thick Mexican American thighs were. These God given gifts that she felt obligated to display. What kind of 'catholic' girl would she be if she didn't show what the Father gave to her?  

Although she was a petite girl that only stood at 5'2", her ass POPPED. She wore the perfect size that gave her space to breathe around her waist, as it squeezed around the area that mattered to the eye. The cheeks. Aside from her being the dancing captain, her reputation was more of a Devourer than of her passion. In books, this type of woman preyed on men in order to destroy their purpose and enjoyment. She achieves their adoration, love, and lust, then breaks them when they no longer are appetizing to her. Well, that was such a silly rumor. She didn't just like the taste of boys. She liked girls too. 

This classroom was starting to irk her, having seen it more this year than she would've liked and if she didn't 'clean up' her act, they would force her out of the club she [i]started[/i]. Without her, Angel Grove wouldn't know how much people could express themselves with their bodies. Middle schoolers would still be arms length apart, cheerleaders would be stiffer than her last lay, and the town would stick with line dancing rather than [i]let loose, footloose[/i]. 

At least, Mr. Stevenson didn't say shit or do shit for that matter. At this point, he accepted she was going to do what she wanted or start an uproar from the more outspoken and prideful women at the school that fawned over her and asked for advice. Some people saw her as a vile serpent, others saw her as an impenetrable feminist. 

In all honesty? It really wasn't that deep to her. When she chose a lover, it's because she was horny and thought they were cute. Not because she was intentionally trying to break their heart. When she spoke out about 'female rights' and fuck 'slut shaming', she was just enjoying making a scene and toying with the other person. She didn't have this crazy agenda to turn the majority of the population into promiscuous whores. They gave her far too much credit if they thought that. She was just here to have a good time, while keeping her GPA high. Dancing through life, essentially. Her motto. Don't invite stress in and live in the moment. 

People would think what they want. They'd either hate her or want to fuck her. Beyond that, though? No one really knew her. No one cared to ask. She was a beautiful creature and a complete mystery. Easy to objectify and keep at a distance. Not going past the skin and seeing what she hides behind that impish smile. Why should they? That would ruin her beauty. 

Did she care? Did she care that all her friendships were made out of plastic? That she was basically a barbie doll and nothing more? Not really. At least, that's what she tells herself. One day, she was going to leave this place. Far, far away, like a bird free from her cage. 

Sighing to herself and snapping her gum, Mia realized she didn't care for many people that weren't her family. No one mattered and for all she cared, this place could burn and she wouldn't shed a tear. Call it coping or whatever, it was hard for her to get [i]attached[/i]. 

Failing to listen to the staff member that she knew would leave them to their own devices in a matter of seconds, she used her token appearance trait, her hair, and hid her Bluetooth earpiece. She snapped her gum once more and started listening to her edited dance mix of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOyA92EicfM]Closer[/url], by The Chainsmokers, ft. Halsey, and practicing her routine in her head, making subtle motions with her torso, arms, and hands. 

This sucked. 

Not her dancing. This situation. Being in detention. Her Saturday was being wasted with a bunch of nobodies and here she was killing time, listening to music that made her want to get out of her seat and pop, lock, and drop. Her mental performance was interrupted by that... awkward kid. The kid that wasn't that great at presentations and usually got kicked out of gym for 'accidentally' hurting someone. Tony the Tiger. Ha. Jokes. Thanks to him, she finally took a moment to look at him and everyone else in the room, realizing how [i]different[/i] they all were. 

Bambina. She was too pure, too sweet for her own good ("Let's visit the children's hospital!"). Penelope seemed to be the type to dumbly, and blindly, follow others. Little Miss Sweetheart. A 'perfect' role model and lady. Looks like she got a news flash because daddy wasn't going to teach her everything and here she was paying the piper. That being said, he sure as hell saved her from a worse offense. Lucky girl, if you asked her.

Blowing a bubble with her pink gum, she carefully eyed the boy whose head was buried in his arms. Mr. Big. The one with the bad temperament and tried to shut people out by throwing fists, instead of words. At least the Tiger tried to talk before punching. In her opinion, Brenton deserved all the judgement and isolation he had coming. This treatment wasn't because he scared people. It was because his actions made him seem like a big shot. Like he was better than them. And as such, why would people even try to get to know him? He didn't control his emotions well and that made him weak. It was sad, honestly. 

Lastly, the silent one, who's always eating something and is the founder of the Combat Sports Club. A person she honestly did NOT want to fuck with, especially in relation to Mr. Big and Tiger. She seethed skill and murder. Not like literal murder, but, like, just look at her! She could kill them all with her BARE hands. There weren't many people that made her shake. Kara was one of them. Hm, now that she thought some more, it seemed like most of the people here, aside from her and Bambina were aggressive types. Interesting. She'd have to keep tabs on them. 

Once her bubble exploded, she slowly sucked it back in. Her hazel blue-grey eyes (yeah, her eyes were wild depending on the lighting) went back to the boy of the hour that made the suggestion. While the other two yes'd him, Mia crossed her arms and leaned back, [color=FF69B4][b]"Why?"[/b][/color] Her charming, yet quizzical, gaze scanned him while adding,  [color=FF69B4][b]"Because we're all [i]fucked[/i], you just want to... blow shit up with us?"[/b][/color] Since when did he give a shit about her, or any of them for that matter? None of them were friends. None of them gave any fucks. Why was he trying to make friends? In detention of all places![/color][/indent]