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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]When Ariana Stark was told the news that she would be sent to Mobius Academy in the hopes that she would earn her hero licence, the young woman’s world as she knew it had fallen apart. And with good reason, in her opinion! The prettiest Stark twin’s life had been nothing short of perfect up until that point. Her every wish and desire was granted from the second she’d arrived at this Earth, be it by her father or whatever lover was around at the time. Of course, her [i]friendly[/i] behavior with the opposite sex got her in trouble from time to time (thank God that her parents weren’t aware of her sporadic adventures with girls), but with a few blank apologies and empty promises she’d always gotten away with nothing but a slap of the wrist. But when, by a stroke of unfortunate luck, Tony Stark had found out the identity of his baby girl’s latest conquest, he’d been [i]furious[/i]. It had taken the entirety of the Stark household to hold Tony back from flying to the man’s location and blowing his house up. And after a few more hours of convincing on Pepper’s part to decide on the appropriate punishment for Ariana, it was finally decided: she would be sent to Mobius Academy in hopes that the distance would break the relationship, and that she’d occupy the newfound free time with more productive things than sneaking around with older men.

[color=#bf225d]“I can’t believe Dad actually made me do this…”[/color] Ariana grumbled under her breath. The glaring brunette was slumped on one of the chairs at the auditorium, arms crossed in front of her as she pretended to care about Principal Prism’s words. [color=#bf225d]“This is all your fucking fault.”[/color]

On the right chair next to Ariana, Amalia Stark couldn’t help but let out a resigned sigh. While her sister had thrown a fit of monumental proportions for being sent to the Academy, Lia had been nothing short of ecstatic. Becoming a hero had been the goal she’d been working towards for years now. The endless hours of studying, testing, analyzing and training alongside her father and Shuri had been worth it. Enrolling in Mobius Academy meant she was only a few steps away from getting that coveted hero licence, and finally be given the chance to put all her skills and talents to the service of humanity. For her, attending Mobius wasn’t a punishment, but the achievement of a lifetime.

[color=#008080]“Could you [i]please[/i] stop bitching for just [i][b]one[/b][/i] second?!”[/color] Lia hissed, visibly fed up with her sister’s attitude. How Ariana was being ungrateful at having this invaluable opportunity was honestly baffling to her-- even if the brunette’s disappointing behavior wasn’t a new thing. [color=#008080]“Maybe if you’d been just a [i]smidge[/i] more careful, Daddy wouldn't have found out you were getting plowed by your old Calculus teacher, and he wouldn't have had a reason to send you here in the first place.”[/color]

Amalia’s comment earned her a scathing, nasty glare from her older sister. [color=#bf225d]“Listen, Lia: just because the only action your sorry virgin ass gets is from a bar of soap when you shower doesn’t mean you have to shame me for what I do,”[/color] Ariana quickly spat back. [color=#bf225d]“And, besides: [url=https://i.redd.it/15ryctvupfy11.png]Jace[/url] and I are in love with each other. As soon as I’m able to get away from this place I’ll go live with him, we’ll get married and we’ll move somewhere far away where our beloved father won’t intervene.”[/color]

The naive, laughable declaration caused the blonde to let out a loud snort. [color=#008080]“Yeah, okay…”[/color] Amalia muttered dismissively, shaking her head and rolling her eyes before turning her attention back to the stage.

It wasn’t long until the welcome speech was finished, and they were instructed to look under their seats and retrieve their designated key card. Each sister did as they were told, but before Amalia could read the name of her roommate, the triumphant shriek that erupted beside her caught her attention.

[color=#008080]“What are you so happy about?”[/color] Lia asked Ari, scowling suspiciously at the key card her tanned-skinned counterpart was holding.

[color=#bf225d]“If Daddy’s plan was to keep his slut daughter on a leash, I’m delighted to say it won’t work,” [/color] Ariana proudly declared, flashing her sister her biggest, smuggest smile while pointing at the object in her hand. [color=#bf225d]“You read this little name here, Lia? [i]Seth [b]fucking[/b] Warlock[/i]. I’ll be sharing my room with the son of a guy who was [i]genetically engineered[/i] to be [b]the[/b] most [i]perfect[/i] human possible. And if darling Seth looks anything like his father, then I guess we’ll both be in for a [i]very[/i] exciting year…”[/color] she told Amalia, jumping up from her seat and pulling her handbag over her shoulder. [color=#bf225d]“Best not to keep my roomie waiting, then, love. See you around, Blondie!”[/color]

And with her sarcastic farewell still hanging in the air, the brunette blew her sister an air kiss and sauntered off in the direction of the 1C dormitories, her hips swinging seductively while her heels made small clicking sounds against the marble floors.

The lone Amalia could only scoff and shake her head in disbelief as she watched the other girl triumphantly walk away. How was it that her sister always got her way even when she wasn’t planning it? It was ridiculous, honestly, and it only served to further cement the belief that she’d been born the lucky one.

Fuming, Lia took her first look at her own key card, and let out an audible gasp.

[indent]Michael Wilson.[/indent]

The blue-eyed girl stared at her key card in shock for a few long seconds, her mouth gaping open. No matter how hard she stared at the object in her hand, she was still unable to understand why anyone in their right mind would think it was okay to assign her a roommate of the opposite sex. Sure, Ariana could handle it as long as the guy was attractive- God knew she lived for the attention.

[i]But Lia?[/i]

She wasn’t made for situations like these! The wheels in her overactive mind were already racing with all the potentially awkward and embarrassing scenes that could happen, and that feeling of anxiety she knew well was starting to seep in.

[indent][i][color=#008080]‘Do these people want to kill me?! I am [b]not[/b] going to let this happen.’[/color][/i][/indent]

Taking in a deep breath, the young woman grabbed her own handbag, squared her shoulders and stormed out of the auditorium, heading straight for the lobby. She fumbled around the inside of her bag for a few seconds before pulling out her cellphone, angrily unlocking it, scrolling and tapping at the screen until she found the number she’d been looking for. Say what you will, but Ariana was [i]not[/i] the only Stark who’d inherited the trait of being determined, and Amalia wouldn’t accept her fate without a fight. The indignant girl put her phone up to her ear just as the line began to ring.

[indent][i][color=#008080]Anthony Edward Stark will hear about this.[/color][/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]