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[color=darkgray][indent][indent]Nothing good came from these assembly meetings. Part of Chrissie blamed homecoming for Jason finding a Drug he couldn’t resist. Part of her already knew it was just who he was as a person and the only person that could change his character was himself. Thankfully, karma’s a bitch, seeing how his parents pulled him out of King’s and sent him off to military school. His letter to her was a form of apology but she couldn’t tell if he was sincere or if he was doing this so that he could have a clearer conscience — be able to sleep at night, or live with himself.  

Regardless of the reason, Jason was in the past. Chris was ready to move on and enjoy her last days at King’s Academy.  There was no point in wasting her mental and emotional energy on someone who was drowning in his own demons. She had better things to do, like par-tay. While Mrs. Sanders’ unwarranted voice filled the room, Chris quietly filed her nails in the back, sitting next to Ariana, and nowhere near Stella. Her and her cousin… weren’t on the best terms. 

After that fateful confrontation the same day she had toyed with Carter, both her and the madly-in-love fool decided it was best to give each other space. Chris didn’t think there was fault in anything she did or say, and if Stella was going to act like a child, she would too. As stubborn as a mule, the primadonna was absolutely not going to bend first. This has led to awkward times at the Lambert’s, but it wasn’t she who started this cold war. It was [i]Stella[/i]. [color=76ff7a]“I can be petty too.”[/color] Chrissie mumbled to herself, as she examined her cuticles. 

When the meddlesome teacher finished her spiel, Chris rolled her eyes in annoyance. She wasn’t too worried about finding a date, she was single, after all, and the school was her oyster. However, it did bother her that the teachers felt so inclined to force a positive atmosphere when it’s obvious some people would just not get along. It did bother her that they were so heavily involved in their kids’ affairs, knowing more than they probably should, when they were grown ass adults that should be focusing on their own problems. This was their last semester for crying out loud. Kids will be kids and nothing here actually mattered. It would all be forgotten the moment they aged up into adulthood. 

Chris’ gaze followed one person in particular, who seemed quick to gather his things and leave. She didn’t want to lose track of him. She’d have to find him sooner rather than later, just to make sure she claimed her date. Standing up, she looked at Ariana and growled, [color=76ff7a]“Can you believe this shit?”[/color] Her expression was like: [i]why did the faculty and staff love to make them a social experiment? In addition to that, why couldn’t they go alone? Why did they absolutely have to go with someone?[/i] Once again, she wasn’t worried for herself, but there were some people she wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. People that were more effort than not, just to hold a goddamn conversation. A waste of time and space. Those individuals, she pitied. 

[color=#BF225D]“Eh, it doesn’t bother me as much as it should, I suppose,”[/color] Ariana said earnestly, her expression indifferent as she shrugged her shoulders and grabbed her belongings. [color=#BF225D]“There’s definitely a handful of people I can ask to go with me, so finding a date won’t be hard. But I’m not going to lie: I get slightly peeved the more I think about these pesky rules. And I’m betting my collector’s edition snakeskin Birkin bag that Mr. Big was a [b]very[/b] big supporter of this dumb idea. He’s been acting stupid since he caught me with Casanova on the first day of school...”[/color] she added, the annoyance dripping from her words. 

Ever since Jace’s untimely appearance that first day of school, things between him and Ariana had reached an all-time low. The detention period he had appointed her for after class had turned into a verbal tug-of-war: with the young woman loudly arguing that what they had wasn’t serious and he had no reason to act the way he did, and the older man trying his hardest to remain professional but eventually exploding into a growling beast demanding she keep her voice down and explaining how he felt completely differently. It seemed that the two were reenacting the Ross and Rachel 'on a break' discussion- except that they were debating over how serious their relationship was or wasn't. In the end, their heated argument had ended with Ariana swearing up and down she was done with him, Jace declaring the same and her storming out of his classroom. 

Nearly four weeks later, and they had both remained true to their word. They hadn’t so much as exchanged words or text messages, and were doing their best efforts in subtly trying to get under each other’s skin. Anytime Jace walked by them or was within sight Ariana had been all over Max, hugging him, kissing him, getting on his lap… Meanwhile, Jace had been doing his part by ignoring her raised hand when asking questions in class, not answering her questions, collecting her work last so she would be rushing or late to her next class… And, of course, sharing the burden of glaring at each other whenever possible. It was quite the dumb, childish, petty game they were playing, but one they continued to engage in all the same. Waving the white flag of surrendering would mean weakness: both Ariana and Jace were too proud for that.

As they reached the door, Chris raised an eyebrow. A question crossed her mind, and at the same time, came out of her nude-colored lips, [color=76ff7a]“Do you think Biggie is going to be there?”[/color] She didn’t want to say as a chaperone because she didn’t want any of their other peers to overhear. Mr. Big always had a 50/50 chance of attending events and usually the circumstances revolved around Ariana flipping in a short skirt or Ariana being in close proximity to people he knew she’d want to fuck. 

[color=#BF225D]"[i]Think?[/i] Peaches, I [i]know[/i] he's going to be there..."[/color] Ariana said bitterly, rolling her eyes at her best friend. [color=#BF225D]"You think he's going to pass up the chance to cockblock me? [i][b]Ne.Ver.[/b][/i] He doesn’t want the cake but refuses to let anyone else eat it, too. [sub]Selfish prick.[/sub]"[/color]

[color=76ff7a]“How awkward!”[/color] Just imagining her friend’s position made her mad. First, because it sucked having someone peer over you like a hawk, and two, because of bad memories with Jason. The scottish student knew her Cherry liked the attention, but still… Valentines was a day to get lost in ‘love’ or lust. Or both! It would be awful if Ariana didn’t get down and dirty.

Exiting the door, Chrissie caught sight of Kavi speed walking away, and directed herself and her friend in the same direction: toward the quad. [color=76ff7a]“Regardless of who you take I’m positive he’ll cause a clitorference.”[/color] At least without having a boyfriend Chrissie didn’t need to worry about Jason taking her away from all her friends and flaunting her like she was a shiny toy rather than his girlfriend. While she did like that possessiveness, to a degree, she also [i]loved[/i] her freedom. Ariana understood that better than anyone. 

The brunette couldn't help but cackle loudly at Chrissy's comment. [color=#BF225D]"Damn right they will!"[/color] Ariana whooped, smiling and playfully slapping her best friend's ass. Frankly, she was over thinking of Jace and all the ways he could try and meddle in her personal life, so she decided it was time to change the subject. [color=#BF225D]"You got any idea who you're taking?"[/color] She asked her, holding the curly-haired beauty by the waist.

After giggling at the slap, even giving a reactive ‘meow’, Chris lifted the furthest hand from her bestie, made a finger gun, and pointed it to the back of Kavi’s head,  [color=76ff7a]“Bang. Him.”[/color] Earlier, while they were in the classroom, it didn’t take Chris too long to survey her peers, ultimately coming to the quick decision of who exactly she [i]would[/i] take to V-Day dance.  [color=76ff7a]“I think it would be [i]fun[/i] to get to know one of the most ‘talked’ about boys here, don’t you think? He’s literally drowning, and I find it hilarious, but also, I feel kind of sorry for him.”[/color] She would be lying if she said she didn’t find him… charming. She did, but for this project, she wanted to be a saint, not a sinner. She wanted to have fun and make him smile. 

Well [i]that[/i] was certainly a way to make sense of things. [color=#BF225D]“You know, Kav’s not really as bad as they paint him out to be,”[/color] Ariana mused with a shrug. [color=#BF225D]“Now I’m not saying I defend how nasty he’s been to people throughout the years. But we’ve all said and done dumb stuff at some point in our lives, and you can tell that he’s really sorry and regretful about the nasty mess that happened on the first day. Do I constantly question where his good taste has gone since he decided to date Ariel Gray of all people? Yes. Every day. But do I see him as this big, bad wolf? Nah. But, like, be careful, okay? You wouldn’t want that psychopathic bitch to come after you just because you’re breathing the same air as him!”[/color] she finished with a laugh, shaking her head in amusement at the absurd but possible consequences Chris could face if she decided to follow through with her plan. [color=#BF225D]"I think she's, like, clinically insane."[/color]

[color=76ff7a]“I’m intrigued by him!”[/color] She cheered, loud enough to leave an echo in the hall, and to her surprise, Kavi was still completely oblivious to her voice and the fact that they were still successfully stalking and talking about him. She wasn’t scared of Ariel, that’s what long nails were for, or even better, her keychain, but Ariana did have a point. Honestly, this felt more like a daring adventure than anything. Something risky, yet all around fun. A gamble that she was willing to take. High risk, high reward, baby!

Turning her gaze to Ariana, she sighed heavily,  [color=76ff7a]“You were my first choice, but I think I need to get myself out there and stop sulking over Jay…”[/color] Her words trailed off momentarily, before she shook his image out of her head and turned the conversation around, [color=76ff7a]“Now, you. Anyone you want to [i]bite[/i]?”[/color] 

Pausing, a concern appeared in her mind. Quickly, Chris’ voice went to a whisper, [color=76ff7a]“You don’t think… Mr. Big told Mrs. Sanders and every other teacher under the sun that you and Casanova snoogle, do you?”[/color] It was only natural for Chris to assume Max would be one of Ariana’s first options, assuming the teachers didn’t know about their romantic affairs. 

[color=#BF225D]“I don’t think he’s ratted me out just yet, but I’m sure if I say that Casanova and I are going together he’d be the first one to raise hell about it…”[/color] Ariana told Chris, rolling her eyes again in annoyance. [color=#BF225D]“And, honestly? I have no idea who I want to take. I was going to say you, but since you’ve already decided to dump me for Kavi, I guess I might as well be all alone in the world...”[/color] she said, giving her best friend a fake pout of sadness.

With a mirrored pout, Chrissie thought fast, thinking of all her peers, like she was skimming their yearbook, and the person she stopped on was her dear friend, Jasper. Oh how she loved him, but oh how tragic and lonely he was. Metaphorically, she became Glinda from Wicked the Musical, during Dancing Through Life, and her friend, Boq, wanted to go to the ball with her, but she directed him to someone… in need of some attention, Nessarose, and in return, she, the good witch, could take the hot guy, Fiyero. [color=76ff7a]“...you know what would be [i]kind[/i]?”[/color] 

As Ariana raised a questioning eyebrow, Chrissy pulled out her phone, went to her gallery, and scrolled until she found a picture of her with Jasper. A selfie while he played the piano. [color=76ff7a]“This would be… so, so, so [i]perfect[/i]. I worry Tavy might not have anyone ask him out and I honestly don’t know when was the last time he had a ‘good’ time. If you get what I mean.”[/color] She dorkily winked, while she finalized her proposition, [color=76ff7a]“He’s tragically handsome and I find the idea of him having no one unfair. Godawful! [i]Cruel[/i]. Why not give his lonesome self a night to remember? It’s basically charity work.”[/color]

[color=#BF225D]"Huh…"[/color] was all Ariana would say before taking a moment to think this through. 

Ever since her arrival at King's Academy's high school wing, Ariana had been a slut for athletes. She had a clear, foolproof type: tall, lean, dominant, with chiseled bodies and commanding personalities that called attention in and out of the court or fields they played at. Jasper Fray was, obviously, the furthest type of male from the brunette's usual prey. He was that quiet, artsy boy that would keep to himself as much as possible and only really shone when his dainty fingers worked magic in the keys of a piano. Of course, that wasn’t to say he wasn’t really fucking handsome in his own way, or that he didn’t have his charm- in that mysterious, edgy sort of way. And who knew? Maybe he’d surprise her, like Sonny Drake had done during those secret, glorious few months back in sophomore year a lifetime ago. It was the best opportunity to spice things up and try a different flavor.

[color=#BF225D]"I'm into it!"[/color] Ari finally said to Chrissy, giving her that kittenish, sultry smile her friend would know so well. [color=#BF225D]"He's not what I usually go for, but I can't say that I'm not curious about what he's packing under that cloak of social distancing and mystery. Who knows? Maybe he'll give me the dickdown of the century!"[/color] she snickered mischievously.

[color=76ff7a]“You’ll have to tell me all about it.”[/color] As Kavi took his seat at a far table, probably in hopes to avoid people, Chrissie decided this was her chance to make her move. [color=76ff7a]“Okay, lover.”[/color] Shifting her body, so it faced toward Ariana, Chris dismissed herself by giving some sugar, [color=76ff7a]“Smooches.”[/color] After a delectable kiss on the lips, the theater geek swiftly returned the spank with an ass grab and then pranced off to her prey.[/indent][/indent][/color]