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Dr. Wayman sat pensively in his corner office, overlooking the campus of “San Agustin Academy”. He was perched in front of a large bay window while sipping his morning cup of joe, eyes wandering across the plains, deep in thought. He and his team were nearly two months into the observation portion of Project Untamed and the summer heat was just beginning to subside in New Mexico and relax into a cooler and more comfortable autumn season.

Over the past eight weeks Dr. Wayman, as well as his cohort of renowned scientists had been studying the test subjects, chronicling their every action, conversation and experience. The experimental phase of the project had gone off without a hitch, evidenced in the new personalities and tendencies of the “students”. It was clear as day which subject represented what animal and for that, Dr. Wayman was incredibly grateful for the scientific excellence developed to make this project a reality.

A gentle knock on his office door brought the middle aged doctor out of his thoughts. Turning to face the entrance of his station, a small woman stood in the doorway with a stack of papers. “Dr. Wayman, I have yesterday's analysis for you to read. As usual, it is separated by test subject and classification.” The meager woman handed the packet to the grey haired man. “Additionally, on the final page are the finalized groups for sub-experiment A. You may revise them as you wish.” Shortly after finishing the final word, she scurried out of the room, almost as if she was fearful of Dr. Wayman’s wrath, which was unapparent at the moment.

As he flipped through the booklet of text, the doctor mused over the individual findings for each subject. He hand selected each of their animals and was anxious to see how their personalities would develop. Scientists were disguised all around campus- as staff members, teachers, custodians- as well as hidden in secret viewing rooms in buildings in order to notate and catalog each and every new discovery. Each note was fascinating, captivating, and further confirmed Dr. Wayman’s suspicions and notions that this experiment would be successful.

When the doctor reached the final page, he inquisitively leafed through the groups for sub-experiment A, which would be occurring in two days' time on Wednesday afternoon. A scavenger hunt designed to test the strengths and weaknesses of each “student”, as well as investigate the relationships between each animal species during times of stress. Masqueraded as a “group bonding” exercise for the students, it surely was going to be the highlight of the week for all parties involved.

Checking his watch, Dr. Wayman noted that the time was now 8:00AM. Classes would begin in one hour, meaning it was almost time to sit back and see the fruits of his labor at work. Each new day brought excitement and curiosity, and today would be no exception. Placing his now empty coffee cup down on his desk, he pulled on his lab coat and exited the office, anxiously awaiting for today’s events to begin.



You heard the man, classes start in one hour!

Today is Monday (cue the groans and tantrums) and you’re disappointed that the weekend (which felt like the blink of an eye) is now over. Everyone’s schedule is different, so students are strewn across campus getting back into their weekly routine. Whether that be going to an early morning class, eating a meal in the cafeteria, getting in a workout, or sleeping in your dorm, that is up to you.

All students will convene for an all school assembly after dinner where teams for this Wednesday’s scavenger hunt will be announced. Have a great day!
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Location | Dorms -> Cafeteria





As the screen of his clock flashed 8:00 AM from its perch by his bed, Bradley Barron blinked. He’d been staring at his laptop screen for well over eight hours, engrossed in the editing of his latest set of photographs. On the screen in front of him, the slender fingers of a faceless boy were wrapped around the harsh metal of a chain link fence. Behind him, his room was splayed out, a mess of dirty clothes and haphazardly strewn blankets. It was not a large room, but he’d certainly taken it up.

Bradley pushed his index finger down, and gently moved it across the trackpad, and slowly the picture began to take on a cold, blue tone. A low grumble slipped from his lips, followed by the clacking sound of his keyboard, and the photograph returned to its earlier form.

Bradley pushed back from the computer and spun around in his desk chair, closing his eyes for a moment as the world spun around him. Another night of no sleep. That was the second night in a row, but only the latest in a series of sleepless nights at San Agustin. He’d taken to finding sleep when he could throughout the day. Earlier in the year, he’d wondered if that might only be fucking up his sleep schedule more, but whatever worry he might’ve had about that had been pushed aside weeks ago.

Clad in boxers, and an old, faded t-shirt, Bradley stood up, stretching out as his muscles protested their sudden use. He stepped over clothes that had been turned inside out and discarded after he’d taken them off. He made a mental note to clean his room, one that would almost certainly be forgotten until someone came over and made him feel sufficiently bad about it.

His bathroom, to be fair, was much better than the room that lay outside. His toothbrush rested near the sink, in a small plastic cup that the school had provided, and his shower was mostly devoid of clutter. Teenage boys and their astonishing lack of personal hygiene. The sink was mostly clean, speckled with occasional dark hair that had not yet made its way down the drain. A mirror sat above the sink, reflecting a very unkempt Bradley Barron. He turned on the shower, and while he waited for the water to get warm, he looked over his reflection. His dark hair, normally hanging in straight curtains around his head, was tied back into the world’s smallest bun, a few loose hairs hanging down and framing his face.

Once steam started to seep out from above the shower curtain, Bradley untied his hair and undressed, then stepped under the steady stream of hot water. He sighed as the warmth washed over him, taking with it the soreness that accompanied his frequent bouts of sedentary life.

Thirty minutes later, the door to Room 300 opened up, and Bradley emerged, wearing faded, grey jeans, and a forest green hoodie. Black Chucks peeked out from under the cuff of his jeans, and a black backpack with the San Agustin logo printed across the front hung from his shoulders.

His room was the first on the floor, and so he only needed to take a few steps to the elevator, where he pressed the call button. While he waited, he glanced down the hall, but saw no one. He’d actually come to enjoy the people on his floor. Dwayne, Charlie, and Talya were all people he would’ve called friends. He’d met Zakya through Erica, and she was always friendly enough when he was around. Even Nicholas, the boy he knew the least was a fine person to share the floor with. The bus ride here had been one filled with anxiety but the last two months had almost proved him wrong. He just couldn’t shake the nagging sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. Like something wasn’t quite right.

The elevator let out a melodic chime, and its metal doors slid open. Bradley stepped inside, and waited patiently as the elevator gently glided down to the first floor. He began his trek towards the cafeteria with thoughts of spray paint. His attempt to order some online had been a long shot anyways, but he’d still been annoyed when he found that the order had been canceled and refunded. Orders placed for items that would generally be deemed “inappropriate” were often mysteriously canceled. He and Wes would have to get creative if they were ever going to tag a single building on campus.

Wes. His heart thumped slightly faster, and his eyes fell down to his shoes, slapping against the concrete, and a smile began to creep its way across his face and BAM! Bradley walked face first into one of the many trees that had been planted along the walkways around campus. He rubbed his forehead, wincing slightly as his fingers brushed up against tender skin. He shook his head, trying to decide whether he should be amused at his absentminded collision, or deeply confused about who had brought it on.

It wasn’t that Wes was a boy. Even if his classmates didn’t know, Bradley was well aware that he was gay. The issue was, really, that it was Wesley Slater that had him running into trees, and not literally anyone else. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and pushed it all into a little box that he tucked away somewhere deep within the recesses of his mind, to be opened another day. Or never.

Bradley made it to the cafeteria without any further incidents. He got in line behind a few other students, and when it was his turn to be served, he scanned his student ID, and the old woman behind the counter handed him a tray with a bowl of fruit salad, and roasted crickets on the side. The crickets made most of his friends squirm, but he’d come to find them pretty good. He took a seat at an empty table and began munching away. The cafeteria was quiet in the morning, with most kids still sleeping, or getting ready for the dreaded 8:00 AM class. He sat in the quiet, waiting to see which of his friends, if any, would meander in first. Just another day, at a totally normal school.
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Rehearsing in the dance studio



Birds flying high
You know how I feel,


Alone in the dance studio, Tyler Jane crossed her right leg over her left, toes pointed gingerly as a jazzy song filled the room. It was roughly 9:00AM and the redhead wasn’t scheduled to have class until later in the afternoon, which meant more time for her to spend in her safe haven. She swept her right leg back to its native side while her right arm flourished upwards, tossing her auburn hair in one fluid motion before returning her hand towards the ground. Tyler Jane let herself become one with the voice that ricocheted off of the mirrors and the walls, feeling every note in her body.

Sun in the sky
You know how I feel,


The girl’s muscles stretched and contracted with every movement, her long, lean legs driving the force of each and every motion she made. Tyler Jane let her heels slide against the floor away from her body and propped herself up by only the position of her ankles and the strength of her quads. After remaining there for a moment, she let her palms find the ground and released her legs from their position, only to spin around and take her right leg and extend it upward towards the sky, nearly bringing her calf to meet her forehead.

Tyler Jane had been a dancer for as long as she could remember. It was an art she fell in love with at a young age- a way to express herself that required no words, just movement. She spent years working on her craft, gaining the proper agility and flexibility in order to become skilled. At times, it was extremely difficult. Her motions could quickly become nonsensical, her body was often sore and exhausted, but regardless, the exhilaration that came along with dancing to the music could never be replaced or matched by any other art.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good


Rising up, Tyler Jane swung her hips around, almost as if they were drawing a circle. The movement was sensual in nature but was quickly forgotten by a dramatic center split leap across the studio, legs reaching out towards opposite walls as far as she could push her limbs. Landing back on the ground, she kicked her right leg up and let herself fall into a deep side lunge, springing upwards after nearly reaching the floor. She caught a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror- half of her long red hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail while the other half fell freely over her shoulder and down her back. Her black leggings clung to her thighs, and she could feel a few beads of sweat make their way from her neck down to the space in between her skin and her white bralette.

When Tyler Jane danced, it could be described as divinity in motion. Her movements were an aria embodied- every extension, leap, and precise swing of her limbs almost operatic, with highs and lows that captivated you. It was sharp, but delicate and graceful all at the same time. Something about each motion she made told a story that the audience just needed to hear, with each step having a specific purpose in her tale. Whether it be her delicate face that held larger than life expressions or the confidence and energy that radiated off of her, it was clear that the 17-year-old had a gift and was definitely making good use of it.






Location: Dorms → Arts Building


Leo Brooks was not a morning person. It took every ounce of his strength to get out of bed in the morning and all of his being not to hit the snooze button ten thousand times. This morning was no different, groaning as he unfurled himself from his sheets and planted his feet on the ground, wiggling his toes. Leo brought his muscled arms above his head, hands balled into fists, and sprawled them outwards, attempting to stretch his limbs deeply and hopefully awaken his body. He cracked his neck out of habit and let the popping of his joints relax and soothe him. In Leo's eyes, Mondays were disgusting and should be illegal. Hell, making teenagers go to school in the middle of bumfuck New Mexico should be illegal. But unfortunately, it was very much legal and here he was, having to make the best of a bad situation.

Standing up, Leo made his way over to his bathroom to freshen up and get ready for the day ahead. He had a very specific morning routine- after all, he had to impress the ladies somehow. He showered- shampooing his hair twice and conditioning it once- washed his face, shaved, applied moisturizer, brushed his teeth, and then moved on to his lengthy hair care regimen. From leave in conditioner for smoothness, to combing in the opposite direction to create volume, Leo had developed tips and tricks throughout the years to ensure his mane always looks its best. The process itself took around 20 minutes, and no step could be skipped. Ever.

After getting dressed, Leo grabbed his book bag and headed out the door. It was still quite hot outside even though it was now technically the fall, so the boy opted for a pair of black basketball shorts instead of pants. As he strutted across campus in a pair of pristine white sneakers, he tried to remember what time he had class while fishing in his pocket for his box of toothpicks, fighting the urge to take out a cigarette. Monday’s meant that Biology started the week off on a terrible note, and Leo was not looking forward to having to sit through the class. Academics had never been a huge priority for him, but since getting to San Agustin two months ago, he tried his best to still make it to class within 5 minutes of the bell in order to seem somewhat enthusiastic. With a quick glance at his watch, he realized he had 20 minutes to spare before class began. Early, for once. Glancing around and spotting the arts building, he decided to take a quick detour to see if he could catch a certain blonde in her element with the time he had to kill. Maybe they could kill some time together...

Meandering over to the front entrance of the building, Leo flung open the double doors and was greeted with the cool and comforting blast of air conditioning. He rarely found himself on this side of campus, specifically in this building, so part of him was curious about what each door held. Like the rest of the buildings on campus, the space was modern and bright, and the walls were decorated with photos of famous artists, most of whom Leo had no clue as to their identity. It actually was a rather nice place... if you were into that whole "art" thing. Peeking into room after room, he found music equipment, easels, paints, and more, but no sign of the person he was searching for. Accepting defeat, he began to make his way back towards the exit, but the sound of jazz music caught his keen ear. Following the sounds, he stumbled upon a certain redhead rehearsing in the dance studio. Silently, he watched her move across the floor with such a presence that begged to be noticed.


The chorus of the song rang loudly in the room, and Tyler Jane’s movements grew more energetic in response to the change in tempo. She rolled her full upper body in a circular motion, letting her long hair follow her wildly. From one move to the next, her body contorted and twisted to match the power and majesty of the music. At the peak of the song she found herself with her back on the floor and legs in a pike position above her. With an elongated torso and arms extended on the ground, she quickly split her legs outwards and let her feet graze the floor, retracting within seconds. Rolling up with a one handed cartwheel exit, she let her feet ground her, spine stacked one vertebrae on top of another.

It was at that moment that Tyler could feel someone’s stare on her back. Normally, she wouldn’t care if anyone watched her dance; after all, dancers were meant to be seen and enjoyed. But in this case, she could just tell that the perpetrator had no intentions of watching her dance for entertainment. Pleasure was their objective, the sexual kind. Tyler Jane could see Leo’s tousled locks in the reflection of the mirror and she could hear him chewing on something, what it was, she didn’t know. Trying to ignore the boy, she continued her combination, spinning across the floor and effortlessly leaping into a side aerial. When she landed right side up, she was looking straight into Leo’s chocolate brown eyes.

Begrudgingly, the redhead kept her feet planted on the floor, pausing her dancing. “Can I help you with something?” Tyler Jane exhaled, slightly out of breath from the difficult movements. It wasn’t until she felt like she was being undressed by his haunting eyes that she got slightly annoyed. “You know, I would prefer if you didn’t just stand there and stare.”

Leo chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and grinding the toothpick in between his teeth. The swagger he possessed was evident even when he was standing still. He had simply stumbled upon Tyler Jane, but she didn’t need to know that. Maybe this was a good opportunity to woo her. “Well, if I had known you could move like that, maybe I wouldn't need to stand here and stare. Since when are you so flexible?” He cheekily entered the room and sauntered towards Tyler, arrogance surrounding him like a cloud of cologne. “Speaking of being flexible, why didn’t you answer my text? I was hoping you could show me some moves later...”

The redhead rolled her eyes as he approached, quickly turning in the opposite direction and walking over to the speakers stacked in the corner of the studio. She paused her music and reset it to the beginning of the song. “Because I didn’t want to. I’m not around tonight.” Tyler did not like Leo. Sure, he had the looks of an adonis, and she maybe had daydreamed about kissing him just for the hell of it, but that didn’t mean his personality was all roses. It was mostly thorns. Plus, he walked around campus acting like everyone was grovelling over him- who the hell did he think he was? A king? The girl moved to the ballet bar which sat against the cascading mirror and began to stretch out her limbs, reaching down with her hand, grasping the arch of her foot and extending her right leg upwards towards the sky. “Now can you please show yourself out? I’m kind of busy, if you couldn’t tell.”

“And leave so soon? I just got here.” Leo was amused by her reaction and her frustration. It was cute seeing her face scrunch up in the way that it did as she got terse with him. He watched as she tried to get as far from him as possible, and although her facial expression clearly spoke ‘don’t try me’, he did the exact opposite and placed himself directly in front of her at the ballet bar. He inched closer, almost daring her to give in to his charms. He didn’t stop until his face came within centimeters of hers. “Now why wouldn’t you want to talk to me?”

“Because you need a swift kick to the head, Leo, that’s why.” Bending her leg at the knee, Tyler pressed the sole of her foot against Leo’s chest and applied the slightest push, creating distance between the two of them where there previously wasn’t. Watching as he recoiled backwards, she took a step back herself to expand the gap that separated them, letting out an exasperated sigh in the process. She didn’t lose her temper easily, or really ever say anything out of character, but something just came over her, a strong urge to fight back. “Go and bother someone else with your libido- I don’t have time for this.”

Leo growled instinctively, not too pleased that Tyler Jane pushed him away, both physically and emotionally. Although he was annoyed, he thought her bravado was sexy, as well as the way she looked in those leggings. For now, he’d let her think she won as he had to get to class, but she’d have to come crawling back eventually. Right? “You know what, I think I will! After all, it seems like other people on this campus have good taste, sweetheart.” He let his lips turn upright into a cocky smirk as he moved towards the door. And just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Tyler Jane exhaled loudly, letting all of the anger and frustration dissolve now that he was no longer in the room. He was such an ass; something about him just made her blood boil. Shaking off her adverse behavior, the redhead glided back over to the speakers to start her routine once more. Pressing play, the sound of sweet violins overcame her senses and washed away any bad feelings that remained. It was now just her and the music, just as it was meant to be.
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Location | Dorms → Outside

Wesley awoke rather uncomfortably today. Morning rays of sunlight crept in through the window, alerting him that he was not, in fact, a small sized animal chasing an even tinier mouse through some brush. He was a student, in his dorm room, and that was a really weird dream to have. Instead of waking up in a bed, like a normal person, he found himself curled up in one of two bean bags on his floor — a nearly impossible task given the lankiness of his limbs. His laptop was haphazardly lying on its side beside the bean bag, a grey screen asking if he was still watching. Clearly, he was not, and he had no idea how many episodes of Narcos he had missed before said laptop had met its grounded fate.

He wished he could say that waking up in strange places and positions was unusual... but... at least in these past couple of months, it was not. He slept anywhere, everywhere, and nearly all the god damned time. It was about a week after this issue first started that he had made his way to the student health services to get tested for mono. Because, surely, that was the only reason a person would sleep for over 15 hours a day for a whole week straight. Instead of mono, he left with a diagnosis of narcolepsy and an otherwise clean bill of health. So… he was narcoleptic, and this was his new normal. Cool, great.

These bouts of sleeping were usually followed by intense hunger, and this morning was no different. Wes kept a personal stash of food in his room for this very reason. All six feet of Wesley Slater stood up from the floor and stretched up towards the ceiling with a big yawn. Scratching at the mess of curls atop his head, he made his way to the snack stash and perused the goods. Most of it was shitty junk food and some granola bars… then his eyes settled on a jug of peanut butter chocolate protein shake mix; A gift from Leo so that he could “bulk up”.

Wes wasn’t sure if he was actually capable of bulking up, but protein sounded good given that he wanted to go for a run this morning. He mixed the powder with some milk using the shaker bottle that he was also given by Leo. Shrugging, he tossed an experimental swig down the hatch. The chalky beverage turned out to be a piss poor excuse for a source of protein. It just left him craving meat more than ever. A thick, juicy, bloody hunk of meat… his mouth watered at the thought. Wes made a mental note to hit up the cafeteria after his jog.

Lazily running a hand through his curls in lieu of a proper combing, Wesley went about getting ready for the morning. He was just about to go get sweaty, so a shower wasn’t in order yet. Instead, he pulled on a pair of athletic shorts and a simple t-shirt to run in. Grabbing his earbuds and school-issued phone off of the desk, Wes caught sight of the assembly of lines across his now-bared forearm. The macabre set of fleshy train tracks was haunting. The scars stunned him in a mental battle of confusion and denial. He… couldn’t remember doing it… he didn’t know why he ever would do this to himself. The scars were long-since healed and yet the ‘why’ was a mystery to him, but the feeling he felt back then was familiar once again, and an overwhelming sense of shame filled him.

Wesley tried to shake off the bad vibes and walked over to his dresser to get a hoodie. Pulling the garment over his head, Wes successfully covered it all up. Out of sight, out of mind… right? Popping in his earbuds, he let the newest playlist recommended by Theo fill his ears, pushing away any uninvited thoughts with smooth folky beats. Jogging down the stairs of his dorm building, Wes hoped that he might run into Teddy on his jog. The distraction would be most welcome.

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Billie hadn’t been able to sleep worth a shit since coming to San Agustin. Rather it was the overall vibe, or just being in a new place, she didn’t know. Hot showers, music, thunderstorms… nothing helped. When she did get to sleep, it only lasted a few hours before she was woken by the same repetitive dream.

That same girl, same smile. Same fucking house. Same stupid pancakes. It was a strange dream. Comforting and familiar somehow. But when the girl looked at Billie, her pulse quickened. There was nothing scary about the face. It was human. Pretty, even. Warm coffee eyes, strong jawline and smooth, cream skin. But still everytime Billie saw the face in her dreams she woke up breathing heavily in the middle of a cold sweat.

Last nights dream was different though.

Same strange girl, but… Nick was there. They were all dancing in what appeared to be a gym. There was another man and woman this time, who appeared to be in their forties. Nick, the no named young woman and the adults all seem to know each other. They were making plans to go to breakfast after this. Billie was the outsider. As her body moved to the beat of the music, unable to stop dancing, she tried to figure out where she was to no avail. It wasn’t until the instructor called it quits and the older man went to hug Billie that she woke up.

Smack.

Face down on the ground and tangled in her blankets on her bedroom floor was how the young woman woke this morning. Rolling over, staring at the ceiling as the sun rose, Billie tried to catch her breath. What were these dreams? Who were these people? Why was Nick showing up now? Her six-thirty alarm going off with an annoying beeping, Billie groaned as she reached up on her bedside table to grab her phone. Shutting off the alarm, the dark haired girl opened her contacts and sent her brother a message.

Weird dream again. Meet me at the cafeteria?


Laying on the floor to gather her thoughts for just a few more minutes, Billie finally got up and tossed her blankets back on the bed before gathering her things to take a shower. Settling for a simple outfit today, she went light on her makeup and dressed comfy in a black romper and her favorite Adidas jacket.

Not in a hurry to get the day started, she took extra time blow drying her hair. Not being able to delay any longer, she made her way to the cafeteria before ordering her first meal of the day. A bowl of oatmeal with strawberries and blueberries, a side of bacon, and some toast. Walking to an empty table, Billie recognized a few familiar faces, but none of them were her brothers. Sighing as she sat down her tray, the young woman rolled her eyes as she sat down.

“Good fucking morning, Vietnam.”
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Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical now
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be the chemical


While the majority of the student population was just getting started with their days, a dark-haired young woman had already laid claim to the gym of San Agustin Academy. Trap music blasted through her wireless earbuds, drowning out the sounds of metal against metal and the loud huffs of effort as her chest rose and fell. Beads of sweat covered the girl’s forehead as she lay on the leg press workbench, her calves muscles flexing each time her feet lifted the weights. Although Soleil Jameson was far from being a morning person, sacrifices had to be made if she wanted to keep herself in peak shape. Discipline, she had learned early on, was everything.

But things are not always what they seem, and there was another reason as to why Sol was going so hard this early in the morning. Yesterday had been just another lazy Sunday- the only day out of the week in which Sol allowed herself the freedom to rest. Eating, watching football and horsing around with the guys was part of the routine. And yet another part of her day, and a secret she guarded fiercely, were her late nights spent in the company of one Theodore Wallstrom.

It had been a particularly hot Sunday in New Mexico, giving way to an equally sweltering evening. Sol and Theo’s first few moments together were spent bitching and complaining about the heat, both too annoyed at the weather to be their regular cheerful selves. A brief moment of awkward silence had fallen upon them before the young man had made his statement: it was hot, he said, and he was going to take a swim. ‘But you’re not wearing any swimming clothes’ Sol had innocently pointed out, frowning at her friend as if he’d lost his mind. Yet Theo had merely smiled at her, shaking his head in mock disappointment of her words before standing up, stripping down to a dark pair of boxer briefs and gracefully diving headfirst into the crystalline waters.

Soleil’s breath had caught up in her throat as she watched Theo swim his way around the pool in all of his chiseled glory. The dark-haired girl’s stare was fixated on her friend, staring at him in a reverent sort of silence, her green eyes wide with surprise and amazement. Eventually, the man turned his attention back to his friend, and signaled for her to join him. And there was Sol: stripping down to her own sports bra and boyfriend undies and diving right in after him.

The sounds of water splashing and their amused laughter filled the air and echoed around the room. They’d been catching their breath after a friendly race and a round of splash wars when Theo had wrapped his muscled arms around Soleil and pulled her close, with that breathtaking smile of his still on his face.

For a moment, the world stood still as their eyes met, and everything else seemed to fade into nothingness.Then he was kissing her hard, passionately, with the urgency of a suffocating man who’d just found his first breath of oxygen. And Shady was kissing him back even harder, putting into action the whirlwind of feelings she’d been holding back on since the day they’d first laid eyes on each other back on the first day of school. Caution was thrown to the wind the longer they held onto each other, letting their hands explore the other’s bodies and doing off with the pesky fabrics getting in their way. Soon enough their bodies were on fire and melting into one, and her nails digging into his back as he made her his-

And that’s when her alarm had so cruelly signaled the arrival of a new day.

Fuck.

The loud clang of the bar and weights falling and crashing across the floor after a particularly violent lift brought Soleil back to her senses. Cursing under her breath, the young woman angrily rose from the bench and busied herself with picking up the gear and carefully placing it back where it belonged. It was pointless to dwell in the thoughts of what could have happened had they not been interrupted by campus security when she dove in after him, and a damn shame that she was letting her impulses get in the way of her training. There was no time for boys in sports, and most definitely no time for drama in Shady’s life.
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Waking up early was a piece of cake for Zakya Washington. In fact, it was part of her daily routine. Every morning, Zakya got out of bed at exactly six o'clock thanks to one of the six alarms she'd pre-set on Sunday evening. She'd then go through the process of making herself presentable enough to step out into the public: she'd take a roughly ten to fifteen minute shower before standing over her sink in order to wash her face, exfoliate, moisturize, and brush her teeth. She'd then spend another forty minutes or so carefully applying a layer of makeup to her freshly cleansed skin, and picking out the perfect outfit for the day. That day in particular, Zakya opted for a yellow two-piece set that complemented her manicure. Although it was October, she figured that she'd much rather be chilly and stylish than warm and... plain.

From her freshly braided hair and flawlessly winged liner, all the way down to her assortment of expensive-looking jewelry, it was clear to see that Zakya was everything but plain. And it was only after checking the weather on her cell phone that she'd made the split second decision to at least put on a light denim jacket. She absolutely couldn't risk coming down with a cold or something worse.

It's only after Zakya's extensive morning routine that she then gathers her materials for the day, packs everything into a fairly large purse, and heads down to the cafeteria for breakfast; It is the most important meal of the day, after all. The young woman arrived in just enough time to see the cafe open for business, and after scanning her ID card and brightly greeting the lunch ladies (and men), she graciously accepted her tray of food. It was the same as it always was: a bowl of oatmeal topped with blueberries, almonds, and bananas, all paired with three thin slices of turkey bacon and a tall glass of apple juice. And as usual, Zakya made a beeline for the table closest to the exit; On the way there, she gave Bradley Barron a quick smile and wave, only to wrinkle her nose a bit as she turned after spotting the bowl of crickets on his breakfast tray. "How... strange." The young woman muttered to herself as she took her rightful seat and placed all of her things on the table in front of her.

It's while she eats her breakfast that Zakya typically puts in her earbuds and begins to write out her "to-do" list for the rest of the day. As usual, her first few bullet points were the same; "flirt with Leo and/or Samuel during math class" and "beg the administration again to put on a production of Grease" were at the top of that list. Further down on the list were things such as giving herself a facial and fresh manicure, as well as taking a quick trip to the fitness center before the end of the day. "Daily goals produce maximum success..." Zakya said under her breath as she chewed on a piece of bacon and jotted down a few more words on her notepad. "Maybe I'll get some time in the dance studio, too..."
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9 Hours Ago — Main Courtyard


For a few weeks now, Nicholas had familiarized himself with the San Agustin campus. He had done it when he had the first chance to and realized there were a few areas he felt most like himself. From day one, Nicholas had displayed a love for dramatics, so it only made sense that something in him felt at home at the arts buildings. But that wasn’t the only place he migrated to from time to time. The main courtyard, especially when it was dark out and the lights that dangled above were lit up and that small amount of light brought out the brick pathway.

And it was there, for days even, that Nicholas spent some nights just sitting, staring at the moon and stars. On these nights, even though sometimes Nicholas feels more at home in the auditorium or the art studio, he felt most at peace and could refresh himself, looking up at the night sky.

And sometimes, though obviously not always, Nicholas wasn’t alone. Sometimes, Dwayne Freeman was in the same area, too.

In the beginning, Nicholas avoided him, well to be more accurate, he just kept to himself and enjoyed the view up. But, the longer and the more days that passed, Nicholas found himself looking horizontally instead of vertically, resulting in him occasionally taking a glance at wonder that was Dwayne. Nicholas had a bit of a high strung approach to who he liked in any way and who he didn’t. He was the definition of a materialistic person, but talking to Dwayne, regardless if it was just a simple acknowledgement or small talk, he intrigued him and eventually, Nicholas found himself engaging in full conversations and even intellectual conversations.

The night before the first day wasn’t any different except for Nicholas cutting out the middleman. It was beautiful and there was a gentle breeze making this night quite enjoyable, but Nicholas would be remiss if he didn’t prefer the sight of the creature of habit sitting in his usual spot. “You’re starting to become predictable, Freeman.” Nicholas approached him, wearing what appeared to be designer sweatpants and a silver and blue V-neck T-shirt. As the dark-haired boy took a seat next to Dwayne, relaxing his legs, allowing his feet to roam freely in front of him and his hands digging into the soil of the dirt about half of a yard below where he sat. He glanced over at D and asked, “So what’s the plan tonight, hmm?”

"Is there something wrong with being predictable?"

”No, I suppose there isn’t.”

Visiting the courtyard after sundown had become part of Dwayne Freeman's regular routine since arriving at the academy; there was something about being under the stars and moon that put him at ease. He'd sometimes spend hours on end just sitting on the same bench at the edge of the courtyard, staring up at the sky and thinking. His camera always hung like a prop around his neck, waiting to be used by its owner. This was the only time when Dwayne could truly be left alone with his thoughts, the only exception being Nicholas' occasional company. He'd be lying if he said that he hadn't noticed the young man way before they'd officially met, but it wasn't like Dwayne to be the one to initiate conversation.

When Nicholas took a seat next to him, Dwayne crossed his legs at the ankle and placed his hands in the pockets of his black joggers to make sure he had enough room. "The plan is the same as always, I suppose," Dwayne responded to his question with a shrug. "Maybe I'll switch things up this time and actually get around to taking some pictures."

”Oh? Is that so?” Nicholas asked, glancing down to Dwayne’s camera and then brought his neutral eyes up, moving them left to right as he looked at the lights that hung over them and the night sky that was so dark the stars made for a beautiful tapestry of magnificent stars. “It’s so clear out tonight. The best thing to take photos of,” he said, laughing shortly thereafter. “Well, second best thing.”

A hesitant smile appeared on Dwayne's lips as he took a quick glance at the boy who sat next to him and then back down at his own camera. "Yeah, you're definitely not wrong about that."

Nicholas breathed out a low chuckle, eyes fixated on Dwayne’s form. He turned his body slightly more to the right, his left hand gripping deep into the moist soil to support his weight so he didn’t slip off the brick they both sat on. Facing him now, Nicholas was in a better position to take in the sights.

The sky was majestic tonight and the lights above added a certain fluorescent hue to the brick pathway to give it a very Wizard of Oz feel to it. But neither of those sights held his interest long enough nor were so enticing as Dwayne was. Well, for the moment, anyway. And for the moment, Nicholas Salvador, with every inch of his body and every ounce of curiosity that was growing with every second, he focused hard on Dwayne Freeman.

“Left or right?” He asked.

In an instant, Dwayne grabbed hold of his camera and turned it on, his smile becoming more apparent as he did so. It was like he'd suddenly come to life; he'd angled his body so that he was facing Nicholas head on, and brought the Nikon up to his eye right before saying, "Either or would look fine... let's go with the right." And as soon as he followed his direction, Dwayne adjusted his position, as well as the camera lens, and captured a couple of photos. When he was finished, he scooted a bit closer to Nicholas and showed him the results. "They came out pretty well, but it'll look a lot better when I edit the background a bit... what do you think?"

“These are…” Nicholas was amazed. Not just because he always enjoyed looking at images of himself. He knew he had an uniquely-angled jawline that most either found repulsing or something to rival even models. So, that wasn’t what he couldn’t peel his eyes away from. It was how great they came out. With the limited light, even if the lights above provided enough, it was though Nicholas was staring at photos that had all the light to spare, which he knew spoke to Dwayne’s ability and his eye for making use of the best sides of his face. “It’s getting chilly out, wouldn’t you agree? If you aren’t against the idea, you could show me how you do that in your room.” Nicholas was usually a lot more subtle, but at this point, he was confident that he and Dwayne wanted the same thing.

Dwayne readily agreed, and after making sure his camera was shut off, he stood from his spot on the brick and began leading the way. It didn't take them too long to reach their destination; Dwayne shut the door behind them and tossed his camera and keys on his desk once inside. Dwayne's bedroom was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the lamp that sat on his nightstand, but it was clear to see that his room was just as neat and organized as his person.

“I shouldn’t have expected anything less from you,” Nicholas commented, chuckling mostly to himself. As he made himself comfortable on Dwayne’s bed, laying on his side and longways. His right arm was bent in an obtuse angle and his palm supported his head. This position caused his wavy, dark hair to flip itself over to one side. He watched Dwayne with a watchful, curious eye. “The bed has a nice bounce to it. I can imagine you’ve had some great sleepful nights.” Nicholas excelled at small talk. It was one of his many passions — well, so long as the person he was conversing with kept his attention long enough to reach this stage of the act of engagement.

"Hm, I suppose you'd be right," Dwayne responded as he climbed into the spot next to the other boy, mirroring his position on the bed. Unlike Nicholas, Dwayne wasn't too fond of small talk. Sure, he'd usually go along for the sake of being pleasant, but at the end of the day, he was the type of guy who much preferred to cut to the chase. "But I haven't really been doing a whole lot of sleeping since I've been here."

“No, I suppose you don’t.” Nicholas smiled at Dwayne, taking a moment to let silence fill the air before leaning halfway up. “And I don’t suppose you think tonight will be any different,” he laughed slowly, leaning closer to Dwayne. Nicholas knew what he wanted to happen but he didn’t want to force it on Dwayne. But that didn’t mean he was gonna be too subtle, so he had his hand on Dwayne’s shirt, smirking at him.

As Nicholas drew closer, Dwayne could feel his heartbeat quickening. "Right... again." The young man said with a smirk of his own. And after only a moment's hesitation, the young man finally closed the space between the two of them, and hungrily found Nicholas' lips with his own.

That caught him by surprise, but Nicholas welcomed it. The nights they had spent in the courtyard, sitting on the bricks, staring up at the night sky and talking, or even on some nights, they had only enjoyed the silent magnificence of Mother Nature. Nicholas had wanted to kiss him, but he wasn’t one to force that sort of thing on someone so reserved, so comfortable in their own space. That wasn’t the kind of person Nicholas was. As forward as he was, he respected boundaries when they needed to be respected.

But now, intertwined with Dwayne in ways he had dreamt about, deep in a longing kiss that lasted longer than any breath either of them probably could muster, Nicholas tore his lips away, Dwayne having left him literally breathless. “And he’s a brilliant kisser, as well.” Nicholas smirked, drying his wet lips. He took a moment to catch his breath and went for seconds, though this time his arms grasped around D’s surprisingly muscular back, leaning back as Dwayne himself would be enticed forward. “Now, let’s see if we can make up for lost time, yeah?”

As the early morning rays shone through the blinders of Dwayne’s room, it would immediately give way to how still so clean it was. Clothes were scattered about: Nicholas’ shirt covered Dwayne’s laptop, Dwayne's shirt was at the edge of his bed, socks and shoes were across the room, and pants on the floor, near where two heads lay close to each other.

Nicholas groaned, arm around Dwayne’s neck and his steely eyes slowly opened, immediately finding discomfort in how bright the sun was. White blankets and a thinner sheet made of cotton fabric covered Nicholas and Dwayne from the waist down, both topless, both assumingly without clothes, and one of them smiling while the other slept, peaceful and with minimal noise.

“So much for not having a sleepless night,” Nicholas quietly mused, chuckling to himself as his phone vibrated on Dwayne’s nightstand. He unlocked his phone and immediately went to his messages, ignoring the time for right now. He noticed it was a text from his sister. “She’s up early,” Nicholas mused. He smiled until he realized the time. “Ah, well that makes sense.”

Immediately, he rose from the bed, trying not to wake up the sleeping beauty next to him, but Dwayne’s arm had been over Nicholas’ chest. So when he got up, the momentum carried and he heard the young man start to come out of his slumber. “My apologies,” Nicholas said, reaching down for his shorts and pants. “Didn’t realize how late it was. Classes begin in an hour.” Nicholas had his shirt halfway on. “But, you were amazing last night.” The boy shot him a wink.

As Dwayne stirred awake from what was probably the best sleep he'd gotten in the past couple of months, he couldn't help but shield his eyes from the sudden brightness that filled his bedroom. He then sat upright in bed as he let his eyes adjust, and it was after then that he simply watched Nicholas pull on the rest of his clothing. "Don't worry about it, it's all good," Dwayne said, realizing how long they'd been asleep. While he didn't have a class as early as Nicholas evidently did, he was planning on taking an early morning trip to the gym. "And you were amazing too," Dwayne said, flashing the boy a half-smile as he momentarily thought back to just a few hours before. Really amazing.

Of course Nicholas knew he was. He did nothing to hide that particular fact, but hearing it from someone so reserved like Dwayne Freeman was refreshing and it humbled him. It was strange for him to think it but so many times, at least he felt it, Nicholas could remember the feeling of being arrogant and conceited. That and the times he felt weak at the knees with Francesca, Dwayne was different in the sense someone like him thought he was amazing. And that in itself was a remarkable thing for him.

“Well, you have my number. We should definitely hang out more often, Freeman.” Before he left, Nicholas placed a knee on Dwayne’s bed and reached to kiss him on his lips, savoring it for a few, extended moments.

Nicholas left Dwayne with quite the impression. If he was being truthful with himself, Freeman also made an impression on him. Looks were deceiving. There was no way Nicholas could have expected such a night owl be capable of...flexible feats that he experienced last night. It was...refreshing and for someone to be so confident but also so tender brought a warm smile to the boy’s face, maybe even blushing.

Shaking it off, Nicholas was in the cafeteria and there he saw his darling twin, sitting all by her lonesome, on her phone like she always had been when she was alone. “They say these things will kill us. Death by lazy memes, isn’t it?” Nicholas laughed, taking a seat opposite of her. He had a fruit bowl and a chocolate milk, clearly the breakfast of champions. “So what’s this I read about a dream?”

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Location: Dorm ➵ Courtyard



Quinn loved mornings. She supposed it was strange for a teenager to relish the thought of getting up early, to watch the sun begin to filter through the sparse trees outside the window of her dorm room, but, nonetheless, it was often the highlight of her day. And so she sat, still in her love-heart featured pyjamas, watching the sun slowly rise and listening to the birds singing their praises to the warming temperature of the air. It was peaceful - the type of peaceful that Quinn rarely got a chance to appreciate. Especially recently.

Even on the weekends, Quinn would take to sitting perched on her desk chair directly beneath her window - elbows propped up on the sill, and chin resting in the palms of her hand as she watched the world wake up. Like all of her other fellow students' rooms, there had originally been a desk sitting beneath her window which prevented her from such gazing, but after a few mornings of frustration at not being quite close enough to the outdoors, she had enlisted the assistance of Teddy to help her move the desk to the adjacent wall. And thus she spent most mornings this way; the only time of day she ever allowed herself to daydream the hours away.

Hours which she did, unfortunately, not have on this particular day. Quinn's abnormal adoration towards mornings did not stretch to any feelings of fondness towards Mondays. She detested the end of the freedom weekends offered just as much as the next girl. And she was just thinking such as she willed herself to push up off her gazing perch and start getting ready for the day ahead. Not such a difficult task for her, at least. It merely involved washing her face, running a brush through her relatively tangle-free hair, brushing her teeth and shrugging on her clothes for the day.

The outfit she had chosen the night before was not quite her typical style - showing a bit more skin than she was usually comfortable with, but she stopped herself from taking it off immediately once she looked in the mirror. She looked...careless. Free. In a don’t-mess-with me type of way that she didn’t necessarily hate. She didn’t look like the Quinn she had woken up as two months ago. Sure, her face was still the same - cool grey eyes and an imperfect smile with her top lip ever-so-slightly too big for her bottom lip - but she had noticed a definite change to the way she held herself. A little more sure of herself, as if she was finally finding her place in the grand scheme of things. Realistically, as ever, she reckoned it was Frankie’s influence that had her feeling this way. The girl’s shameless confidence was infectious. But Quinn knew she would likely never be able to act as completely comfortable with herself as her usual counterpart did.

Speaking of, upon glancing at the small alarm clock featured on her desk, Quinn figured it was about time she provided her friend with her usual morning caffeine fix. Doing so was not a hugely difficult task - simply consisting of her slipping silently into the floor's shared kitchen and pressing a series of buttons on the sacred coffee machine, trying not to cringe at the unnecessarily loud noises it was making so early in the morning. She dreaded to think of having to deal with the consequences of waking any one of her fellow students living on her floor, especially considering the fact that none of them were particularly fond of early risings. And so she attempted to minimise the clatter of dishes as she switched coffee cups beneath the tap, making one for herself, too. The whole feat took less than five minutes, yet she was well aware of the impact it would make on Frankie's morning, so pulled out her academy-issued mobile and tapped out a quick message to her friend.

Morning sunshine <3 U better be up. Made u a coffee since I'm such a nice person. it's outside ur door
see you soon xx

Leaving the spare cup of fresh coffee just where she claimed in the text, Quinn sipped on her own as she stepped into her shoes. White sneakers - without a speck of dirt on them. One thing she hated was dirty shoes. Ew. Even the thought of them grossed her out. She didn't bother knocking on any doors as she left the dorm space, very much aware of the fact that it was still barely left dawn. She could've sworn she had heard movement in the hall earlier while she had been getting dressed, but, of course, it was likely one or a few of the others wanting to get a few hours of exercise in before the day began. Another thought that made her shudder. She was far too restless for her mind to be able to focus on one thing for long, as most sports required, so exercise as a pastime had never particularly appealed to her. Especially with the risk of any one of her schoolmates watching. She had many a time stuck around for the last few minutes of Teddy's jogs to catch him for lunch, which had seemed to become a regular occurance for the both of them, but had always firmly denied any invitations to partake in running of any sort. Especially not with the knowledge that Wes was sometimes also present. Hot, bothered and sweaty? In front of those two? No thank you. She preferred not to dwell on the reasons behind not wanting to be seen as such in front of those two in particular - especially Theo. She was perfectly happy with staying firmly in denial of her feelings, as she should.

Instead, Quinn liked to spend her mornings in her own peaceful way - earbuds in and utterly alone, often settled on a bench beneath a tree in the courtyard or some such place. Although she would never share this information with anyone, at times alone like this she rarely listened to music - instead, the soothing, factual tones of men narrating crime podcasts filled her mind as she escaped to a world where her spinning thoughts were welcomed. She was so lost in the mystery unfolding in the current podcast she was on that she almost missed witnessing Bradley Barran walk right into a tree. But Quinn never missed anything. Especially nothing as funny as that.

She supposed if anyone else were here with her she would've laughed out loud, but, being alone made her opt for the kinder route of saving Bradley from the embarrassment of knowing there was a witness to his collision, and stayed silent from her position on the ground settled against a nearby low wall. With a small smile playing at her lips, Quinn chewed on a nail - a horrible habit, she knew - as she watched the boy retreat indoors. Interesting. She wondered what had got him so deep in thought for him to find himself so closely acquainted with the academy's shrubbery. A mystery for another day, she supposed, her amusement keeping a lazy half-smirk lingering on her features as she relaxed back against the wall and allowed herself to focus on the soft voices in her ear once more. She reckoned this peace would be rather short-lived as she recognised the signs of the academy properly waking up, but the prospect was not something she was particularly mad about. She was beginning to like it here, and looked forward to seeing the familiar faces she could now call friends.
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If you listened closely outside the door of room 205 you would hear loud snores emanating from inside. On the bed, you would find an unconscious Theodore Wallstrom ignoring the sound of his alarm clock which was blearing on his desk a few feet away. It wasn’t until his second alarm he had set on his phone went off that he slowly opened his eyes and groggily looked around to find the source of the noise. When the first alarm was turned off the sound of the second one irritated him so much that he threw off the covers and stomped over to his desk and slammed the palm of his hand on the radio alarm clock. This whole routine was necessary for getting Teddy out of bed. If he didn’t set two alarms he could very well sleep the whole day away. It had happened before and it would have happened this morning as well considering the night he had.

Last night had been spent together with Soleil at their usual hangout spot, the academy’s Olympic size pool. The pair had spent the night talking about everything and nothing. Teddy had played some of his new songs for her. It had all ended with him suggesting a small dip in the pool. When she protested with the predicament that they didn’t have any swimwear, Teddy just smirked as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His smile just widened as he witnessed Sol’s face grow redder as he removed his pants.

“How is that a problem” he had said before diving in the pool.

Her laughter rang through the building as he resurfaced and swam closer to her at the edge of the pool. He slapped his hands on either side of her before he kicked off and swam backward leaving behind his wet boxers.

A devious smile crept on to Sol’s face as she slowly rose to strip off to her underwear and jumping in after him. Their play in the water was unfortunately cut short as the rattle of the door alarmed them that campus security was on their way in to disrupt their fun yet again. They both had to rush out quickly scrambling to get their clothing on as fast as they could. The night had ended with a very wet piggyback ride back to the dorms.


After some time getting ready, Teddy was out of his dorm room ready for his morning jog almost knocking over a cup of coffee someone had put on the floor as he warmed up down the hallway. He took the stairs down with high knees before making his way towards his usual running path.

“Hey, Wes! Ready for this week?” he smiled at the lanky teen standing in front of him. Teddy smacked his friend on the back a little too hard, forgetting not everyone had the body mass he has. “Shit… sorry. Wanna get started?” he asked as he took off.

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Frankie smiled as she stretched her limbs out from her sleeping position curled up on her bed. The sunlight streaming in through her window filled her with the inspiration of starting the day right, which for her was with a quick painting session. The blonde girl skipped out of bed and plopped down at her desk that was cluttered with painting supplies: aquarelles, brushes, glasses of dirty paint water, and a whole lot of unfinished paintings. Frankie ripped the latest unfinished work of art away from her art pad before she sighed and closed her eyes imagining the scene she wanted to put down on the page.

She could not tell you how much time had passed when she finally snapped out of her painting trance. It was her phone vibrating next to her that brought her to the realm of the mortals. Frankie smiled fondly at the screen as she read the message from Quinn. She jumped up and floated over to her door and opened it. And just as promised there stood a cup of liquid joy. Frankie squealed as she snatched the beverage up retreating back into her room to get ready for the day.

Taking her time to perfect her styling in her iconic ‘I didn’t spend any time in the mirror at all’ look, Frankie smothered her lips in some cherry chapstick as a finishing touch before she skipped out of the door and down the stairs.

When she got out into the courtyard, her keen eyes searched the people in it. She perked up as she found her friend perched against a wall deep in thought as usual. Frankie quickly flittered over to Quinn almost without a sound and plopped down beside her spreading herself out resting her head in Quinn’s lap smiling up at her friend.

“You listening to murder stories again?” she grinned up at her clutching her coffee thermos in her paint-stained hands.

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A @Melissa & @Rosalia Collaboration
Featuring Leo Brooks & Soleil Jameson


Throwing open the double doors of the Arts Building, Leo emerged into the New Mexico heat after his rather interesting interaction with a certain redhead. The sudden sunlight stung his brown eyes and caused him to squint, nearly walking into a poorly placed trash can. Why didn’t Tyler Jane like him? It was nearly impossible for anyone not to like Leo, or so he selfishly thought. Once acclimated to his outdoor surroundings, the boy began briskly walking across campus towards his first class of the day. He didn’t take the most efficient route by making his pit stop, but whatever, it was worth it… sort of.

In the distance, Leo could see his fellow classmates making their way across campus just like he was. Some headed towards the cafeteria, including his friend Nicholas, who he could easily identify by the way he walked. He had the same kind of confident gate that Leo did and it was easy to pick him out of a crowd. Leo made a mental note to himself to find him later- maybe Nick knew something about Tyler Jane that he didn’t. Also headed to the cafeteria was Zakya, another person who didn’t walk, but strutted with confidence across campus. Leo hadn’t heard from her over the weekend, so he’d have to change that when he saw her in math class later. A flirtatious wink usually did the trick.

As the brown haired boy approached the Academic Building, he could also see the fitness center in his line of vision. Checking his watch, he saw that he shockingly still had a few minutes, 5 to be exact, before class started, so he made a diversion to scope out the competition in the gym. The large glass windows made it easy for anyone to look inside (which Leo liked since all of the girls could watch him lift) so he peered in to check out what was going on. Spotting Sol getting in her morning workout, he admired her form and watched as she… violently lifted up the bar and weights from the leg press with her feet and they loudly clattered to the floor. Aggressive much? At the sight of his best friend clearly in a bad mood, he decided to make a second detour, pulling open the door of the fitness center and waltzing into the student gym. Navigating past the exercise machines, he meandered over to the weight machines where Sol sat and with a chuckle, he tried to get her attention and waved for her to take off her headphones.

“Jesus, is it that time of the month? Remind me not to piss you off this week.”

Soleil couldn’t help but snort at her best friend’s words. As much as she hated to admit it, she was kind of relieved that, out of every single person that could have stumbled on her when they did, Leo had been the one to find her. He’d be a welcome distraction from her thoughts-- or at least the one person who would probably understand them the best… If she were to tell him, that is.

“You? Not piss me off? You'd have better luck wrestling a bear and coming out of it unharmed," Shady joked, playfully punching her friend in the ribs but following it up with a side hug.

Leo rolled his eyes, but then dissolved into a hearty chuckle. The bond that he and Soleil had formed over the past two months was unprecedented; something Leo never thought could happen when he arrived at San Agustin. He didn’t expect to make such a good friend on campus, a girl, no less. But the two instantly clicked, and it was evident that they were destined to be friends.

“Fuck, well guess I’ll be walking on eggshells this week. There’s a punching bag over there though, so don’t ruin my face. It’s my moneymaker.” The boy took his hand and combed it through his hair, making sure it remained intact. “Seriously though, you good?”

"I'll punch your dick, then. Keep you out of commission for a while. How's that?" Sol asked him, keeping a straight face for as long as she could before erupting into loud laughter at Leo's horrified expression. "Chillax, bro. I'd never do you dirty like that!" the girl chuckled, slapping him in the back.

She thought for a moment about skirting around his concern for her well-being, or lying about what was really bothering her. But she was a terrible liar. Her body language always betrayed how she really felt on the inside, and Leo knew her well enough to recognize when she was bullshitting him. So after taking a deep breath, Sol finally spoke.

"I had another one of those dreams again…" she admitted, keeping her face as blank as possible so the boy wouldn't see how rattled this topic had her.

With his back turned to her, unaware of her facial expression and tone, Leo took his hand and placed it thoughtfully on his chin, crossing his other arm over his chest, pretending as though he was in deep thought. “You know, funny enough, I also had a bad dream last night. I was about to go on a date with this super hot model and I ran out of hair gel- total nightmare. I woke up screaming, it was awful.”

Looking back at Sol to see if she laughed, he saw her face held a blank stare, almost as though she wasn’t even there. Odd... Leo’s face went from pensive to puzzled and he took a step towards her, noticing the slight creases underneath her eyes to indicate she didn’t sleep well last night. “What kind of dream?”

The dark-haired girl raised an eyebrow at him. “You really want me to say it, don’t you?” she asked him, rolling her eyes. Leave it to Leo to want her to share every lewd, explicit detail about last night’s occurrence. Then again, could she have expected anything else from the Casanova of San Agustin?

“Yes, yes I do.” He crossed both of his muscled arms over his chest, drumming his fingers on his bicep. “I’m not the one having unclean thoughts about someone on campus...” Leo paused for a moment at Sol's raised eyebrow, processing what he had just said. “...okay scratch that, maybe I am, but I’m not the one having vivid sex dreams about certain men on campus. There, that’s factual.”

Instantly worried by his loud tone of voice, the panicked Sol whipped around to scan the area, and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that there was nobody in their immediate surroundings. "Gee, why don't you say it a little louder? I don't think the guards at the front gate heard you!" the girl complained, smacking the back of Leo's head in punishment for his lack of discretion. "Jesus fuck, Leo, keep it down! But in my defense, though, the dreams haven't been about men plural, but a man, single. Only one guy out of the however many there are in this campus. That counts for something, right?"

Leo grimaced as Soleil whacked his head, immediately unfolding his arms and bringing his hand to the spot, rubbing it for relief. “Sol, like I said before, the punching bags are over there, and I am clearly not one of them.” Leo sighed, “You’re lucky you’re a girl, that’s for sure.” He muttered under his breath.

That earned him another, albeit softer, smack. "Say it to my face, bruh. I'll throw hands with you on the ring whether you're a dude or a chick. Try me. See what happens," Sol fearlessly challenged her friend, balling up her fists and pretending to be swinging like she would an opponent or a punching bag. She kept this bravado up for a few seconds before she chuckled and briefly hugged Leo. "Anyway, back to the topic. What's your take on it?"

“Regardless of how many men you’re dreaming of or not, why does it bother you so much that you’re dreaming about him? I mean, it’s not a bad thing you know.” Leo reasoned, taking a seat on one of the benches next to the free weights, resting his forearms on his quads. “Seriously though, you shouldn’t be ashamed of the fact you like someone.”

"That's easy for you to say, Romeo," Sol debated, grabbing a jump rope from the ground and trying to distract herself by seeing how far into this conversation she would get before stumbling. "You probably dream about a new chick or two every night, maybe more than one at once. But this? This is the first time anything like that has ever happened to me. My life’s always revolved around boxing and friends. I've never even thought about kissing a dude before. And now, all of a sudden, I can't stop dreaming about getting fucking pounded by this one guy? Like, what the fuck?" she grumbled, swinging and jumping the rope just a little faster. "And why him? Couldn't it be, I don't know, Sam, or Dwayne-- hell, I'd even take Nick. But T? I don't wanna fuck things up with T!" she grumbled angrily right before stumbling on the rope and nearly falling over. "Fuck!" she cried out in frustration, throwing the rope to the floor and rubbing her temples.

Leo listened as Sol went off on her tirade, watching as she spun up and grew more and more frustrated. He knew it wouldn’t end well right from the start, so he prepared himself for the worst. It was evident that she was agonizing over this, and Leo didn’t understand why it was so bad in the first place. Sure, the boy was a little upset when he first found out that of all the people on campus she could have picked from, she chose Theo to set her sights on. Theo. But, in all fairness, he wasn’t a terrible person, and from what it sounded like, he treated her well, so Leo couldn’t really see what the issue was. Her fears she described were valid, but those alone shouldn’t be causing this much anxiety for her.

Leo watched as Sol exploded, launching the rope with everything she had in her, luckily, not towards him. Standing up, he quickly wrapped his friend in an embrace, attempting to console her. She was well… causing a scene. “Hey, hey, hey, easy now, calm down. Breathe.” Taking a step away and releasing her after she’d followed his instructions. Once she seemed calmer, he spoke again. “First of all, I would take any advice I give you with a grain of salt because as we know, commitment is not in my vocabulary. Second, you shouldn’t be toiling over this so much. Like, seriously, you need to relax- there’s nothing wrong with you for thinking about him…in that way… because clearly you’re drawn to him for some reason. And I don’t know why you are, but you are, and you shouldn’t push those feelings away.”

Soleil let out a deep sigh. “I just don’t want to mess things up, you feel me?” she admitted, slumping her shoulders in defeat. “Okay, let’s say some higher power was to possess me and I told T how I feel, and it turns out he doesn’t like me back? One: I’d look like a fucking idiot. And two: my rep would be shot to hell. That’s not really something I wanna do, man. I don’t want anyone to go around thinking I’m a sentimental little pussy or an emotional little bitch.”

“If he doesn’t like you back, then you just move on. A bump in the road. You’re not gonna know if you don’t try.” Leo smirked, laughing at his own choice of words. “Damn, I sound like a fucking greeting card, what have you done to me...” Looking at his chuckling friend once more, he sighed. “Have you eaten anything today? Because you know, you’re not you when you’re hungry. The boy caught a glimpse of the clock nailed to the far wall and shook his head. “Fuck it, I’m not going to class. Why don’t we go grab some breakfast? Maybe that’ll ease your mind a bit.”

“That sounds like the first good idea you've come up with since the day I met you," Sol joked, patting Leo's back and turning on her heel in the direction of the showers. But before she could go further than a few steps, she looked back at her best friend. "Thanks for the advice, Leo. I can't promise you I'll take it, but I appreciate you listening. Just… swear to me you won't go around telling people I have feelings or something like that. I can't have everyone thinking I have a heart," she teased with a grin.

“Cross my heart...if I had one either…”

Smiling and shaking her head, the now cheerful Sol made her way to the gym showers to get herself ready for the day. And twenty minutes later, she and Leo had made their entrance to the school's cafeteria.

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The last two months had been fairly uneventful for Talya. She had been assigned the floor with what appeared to be the most boring students at San Agustin. While everyone seemed nice enough, Talya wasn’t looking for nice. She needed drama, something spicy. A little flair in life that she just simply hadn’t been able to find. It was the same old routine. Wake up, get dressed, grab something to eat, and go to class. While Talya didn’t mind routine, she needed something interesting to happen - and soon.

She wasn’t a fan of Mondays, and you could tell it by just how simple her outfit was for the day. Talya didn’t have any plans for this morning, but she had woken up starving. Grabbing a granola bar from the kitchen on her assigned floor, Talya made her way out to the courtyard with her backpack slung over her right shoulder. Sitting down at one of the tables, she pulled her sketchbook and a black inkpen from her bag before continuing on her next piece.

The drawing wasn’t shaping up to be anything great or important. Talya’s mood heavily affected her art. Being in a bored mood meant that her inspiration was low and made for boring artwork.

With a heavy sigh, Talya took a bite of her granola bar, watching the people around her go to classes.

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It's tough to imagine a prettier sight then the duelling streaks of purple and orange that paint the sky over the New Mexico desert as the sun is just beginning its ascent. Sure, it's a pain in the butt for most people to wake up early enough to catch the view. But as that big ball of fire begins to rise out of the east, illuminating the rock formations and sending the shadows of brush scattering across the sand, the contrast of color is unlike anything that could be seen anywhere else.

It made Savannah Payton pity those poor fools who decided city living was the way to go. How could people live in those urban zoos like that if they knew what was waiting out here for them? Freaking mindblowing.

It wasn't hard for Sav to get up to catch those first rays. Her 6:30 wakeup time meant she was out on the track by 7am, and the last few weeks, that meant it was the perfect time to see that natural beauty as it graced the Land of Enchantment. As far as she could remember, Savannah was always one of those early risers. The mornings were the best time to run, without the traffic blitzing by in an attempt to beat the rush hour gridlock. Of course, growing up in small-town Sweetwater, Texas, it wasn't exactly bumper-to-bumper traffic. Still, the peace was something to be treasured, especially on perfect fall days like this. The Rocky Mountain chill wasn't truly taking hold yet, but it was cool enough that the desert heat didn't dominate proceedings.

By this point, Savannah had been on the track for almost an hour, pacing herself as she continued to lap imaginary runners in her mind. Today was an endurance day and she was determined to complete her set amount of laps before peeling off and heading into the cafeteria to refuel. The plan was to alternate between long-distance days and sprint days until she got to university and her coach could determine what she should specialize in. It kept her loose and limber. Of course, no matter what speed she ran at, Sav knew she looked good doing it. She's seen some of the photos Bradley has gotten of her mid-stride, and honestly, they are some of the best photos she's ever taken. Even if her hair is a pink mess. Still can't remember why I would ever go blonde and pink... oh well. It'll be brown again soon enough. I hope.

The thoughts were the only things running through Savannah's mind while she was running through her regimen. She rejected the idea of having music playing while she ran. It meant that she couldn't listen to her surroundings, and then how would she know if someone was trying to sneak up on her and attack her or something? It was not worth the trade-off in security just to be able to listen to some Pale Waves while she went through her exercises. If she was in the school gym, that would be a little different. She'd usually be in the corner on the treadmill or doing her leg pumps, and then she would have Sol with her. Sol could give off some dangerous vibes at times, but the mutual respect built in the workout room over the past few weeks made them surprisingly fast friends. Plus, it always helped to have another set of eyes on the lookout.

As her Fitbit beeped to let her know that she had reached a full hour out on the track, Savannah breathed a huge sigh as she finally slowed down to a walking pace. Her duffel bag was still waiting for her on the bleachers, so she went over and grabbed her towel, patting herself all over. She didn't sweat enough for a shower she reasoned, although even if she was dripping like a New York liberal in an Amarillo country bar, she probably wouldn't have bothered. One, the showers were one of the most vulnerable places in the school, even without factoring in the fact that she would be completely naked at the same time. Two, if someone was else there, that meant seeing another woman naked and for some reason, the thought just wasn't palatable at all. It was unnatural to be taking in that kind of sight. At least that's what her parents taught her back in Sweetwater.

Satisfied with herself, Savannah tucked the towel back in the bag, separating it from the satchel that held her books and supplies for her first two classes. She tossed her bomber jacket on over her tank top and made a beeline for the cafeteria. The staff had done very well catering to the students like her who adhered to a vegetarian lifestyle. She already knew what she would be eating in approximately seven minutes time. A cup of fruit salad, with as many strawberries as she could muster, and a steaming hot bowl of oatmeal with vanilla soy milk. It was a formula at this point. Right down to her table mates.

For someone who was moving to San Agustin from out-of-state, it was amazingly quick to make best friends here. From the day that she arrived, it was clear that Savannah had a lot of common with TJ and Erica. They had the same diets, they shared the same level of activity, they shared a hefty amount of distrust in Leo Brooks. It made sense that they would hang out and have each others backs. There was a level of trust there that Erica would bring the plans, Tyler Jane would bring the confidence and Savannah would bring the incredibly cautious optimism to whatever they could cook up. It worked well.

Which is why Savannah was surprised to see neither of them in the cafeteria as of yet. Bradley was there. Savannah gave a wave, but there was no way that she was going to sit next to him when he had his bowl of crickets going. It was disgusting to watch him eat. He swore they were packed with protein, but there was no way she was going to find out if they truly tasted like chicken. Not that she had any idea what chicken tasted like either. There was an empty table nearby though. So after looking around to make sure no one else was making a claim on it, she decided to sit down, facing the door. There likely weren't going to be any more threats emerging from the people already gathered.

Unfortunately, that meant Savannah had a perfect vantage point to see her gym buddy walking in with the most hated guy in the school. At least in her opinion. She should have been able to rationalize it. Sol and Leo made a lot of sense hanging out together. But still, seeing the boxer with that... clear slice of evil, it was like raking Savannah's back with claws or something. It wasn't a backstab, but it still hurt like hell and smacked of betrayal. She shook her head trying to convince herself that she knew it wasn't anything like that, or that it meant anything, but it still put Savannah on such an edge that she hurriedly turned to her food in order to take her mind off the knowledge that one of San Agustin's alpha males was here and in her social circle by extension. Just please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me...



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Erica’s pen scratched out words in a curly, black script, pausing only when the booming voice of her professor took a break for air. Advanced Calculus wasn’t a fun class by any means, and it was made even less enjoyable by the fact that it started so damn early. This unfortunate fact however, didn’t stop Erica from showing up on time every day, dressed up and looking like her usual, determined self. If she was going to do something, she’d do it right.

The few others in the class rarely looked as good as she did. Her competition wasn’t exactly monumental, there were only fifty or so kids at San Agustin in general, and the ones in this class were mostly the brainiacs. Those deranged enough to take Advanced Calculus without complaints.

Two months ago, when Erica first got her schedule, she’d been more than a little skeptical about her math placement. She couldn’t really remember being that good at math, but here she was, excelling in the class. She attributed it all to her stellar memory. The formulas that tripped up her fellow students, were so clear in her head. Smart as she was, she had yet to question why the same didn’t seem to apply to all of her memories.

As the hands of the clock ticked forward, some of Erica’s classmates began shuffling their papers together, preparing for their rush to the door. Erica, though she desperately wanted to be free of this classroom, continued taking notes. Erica had developed a quiet respect for most of the teachers at San Agustin. She imagined this wasn’t the easiest job in the world, and some of her classmates had to be handfuls. She had no desire to make their jobs any harder. Finally, a low ring signaled the end of class, resulting in a small stampede for the door. Erica sauntered out slowly, never in much of a rush to get anywhere.

Erica supposed that she had taken to life at San Agustin better than most. She had made a lot of friends, she’d met her fair share of cute boys, and she was doing well in her classes. All that said, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Something that she couldn’t quite place, a shadow of dread that seemed to dissipate the moment she turned to face it.

As she pushed open the doors of the Academic Building and stepped out into the New Mexican sunlight, smiling as it’s warmth kissed her arms. Her lurking anxieties were pushed from her consciousness, to be dwelled upon another day. She had some time before her next class, and she’d skipped breakfast, so she made her way over to the cafeteria. While she waited, she scanned the tables for a friendly face. The Gray Twins were seated together. The sight of Billie made Erica frown, ever so slightly. She’d come to find Billie obnoxious, and she felt like everyone involved had a better day when the two of them kept their distance.

Bradley was sitting alone, a book on the table in front of him while he popped crickets into his open mouth. If it was anyone else she might’ve tried to assuage his loneliness, but she’d learned early on that Bradley was often content in his solitude. She spotted Zakya, looking vibrant as ever, and Savvy, both of them sitting alone. Sol and Leo entered then, arrogance and sex appeal flowing from them. Erica rolled her eyes, and stayed in line. Like Billie, Leo was a member of the student body that Erica found was better left untouched. Sol, admittedly, hadn’t really done anything wrong, but something about the girl gave Erica’s stomach a bad feeling. She’d rather trust her gut, than get herself stabbed in the back.

Once she’d gotten her tray of food, a bowl of fruit along with a plate of scrambled egg whites and some toast, Erica strutted across the cafeteria and took a seat across from Savannah, flashing a grin. “Savvy, you’re looking excellent, as always.” She took a bite of her food, and once her mouth was free, continued speaking. “If I try to take an 8:00 AM next semester, hit me.”
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It wasn’t long after the slight altercation that Tyler Jane could feel her muscles being pushed to their limit. She had been dancing for almost an hour and a half straight and her legs screamed at her for a reprieve- even the minimum amount of time would do to soothe her aching quads and calves. In order to be at her best as a dancer, the girl took great care of herself- she always stretched before and after a workout, drank plenty of water and fluids, and fueled herself with foods high in nutrients and protein- but sometimes she needed to listen to her body even if she didn’t want to stop dancing and take a break.

Speaking of food, the redhead could feel her stomach growl and contort, yearning for the breakfast that she had admittedly skipped that morning. It was never a good idea to spin or leap on a full stomach, so empty it remained until she was satisfied with her impromptu dance rehearsal. Begrudgingly, she unplugged her phone from the auxiliary cord and pulled on her running shoes, the memory foam cushioning her sore and callused feet. Off to the cafeteria she’d go for some nourishment and then back to her dorm to freshen up before class.

Staring at her reflection in the large studio mirrors, Tyler Jane let her eyes wander across her body, confirming if she looked presentable enough to head to the cafeteria without changing. The natural curves of her hips were flattered nicely by the high waist band of her leggings and the criss-cross design of her white sports bra seemed to draw attention to the right places. In the space between the two articles of clothing, her slightly defined abs peeked out from the fabric. Tyler Jane was by no means ashamed of her figure, which was why she didn’t care about strolling across campus in her dance wear. Releasing her hair from the ponytail perched on top of her head, she shook out her long auburn locks, letting them fall gracefully over her shoulders and down her back in tousled waves. With that final touch, Tyler waltzed over to her backpack and threw it over her shoulders, shutting off the lights and closing the door to the dance studio behind her.

The New Mexico sun was unapologetic, almost sizzling her pale skin as she exited the building. Being a natural redhead also meant being extremely sensitive to the harsh rays that the sun shone, so without sunscreen applied, Tyler only had a short amount of time before her fair complexion would begin to tinge pink. Quickly but carefully, she walked to the cafeteria and felt sweet relief from the heat as she walked through the doors, unscathed by her brief exposure to the sun without any barrier of protection.

Hopping into line and scanning her student ID, she was handed her usual breakfast when it was her turn to be served: A green smoothie with spinach, kale, banana, pineapple, and mango. On the side today, she was also given granola with almonds, cashews, and some seeds. Taking her tray and thanking the cafeteria worker, Tyler Jane emerged from the line and wandered over to the area of tables. Craning her neck, she assessed the social landscape of the cafeteria, trying to see who was there and determine where she would sit.

On one side of the cafeteria, she watched as her late night confidant Bradley ate his interesting breakfast, looking too at peace in his seclusion to be interrupted. She’d catch up with him later, most likely tonight after the all school assembly. Continuing to scope out her surroundings, Tyler Jane’s eyes lingered on Nicholas, watching as he engaged in conversation with his twin Billie. He had such white teeth that seemed to glisten under the fluorescent lights, which brought more attention to his smile… Quickly realizing that she was staring at him, she turned her head and continued looking around for her friends, acting as if that small lapse in concentration didn’t happen. As she glimpsed across the room, she spotted a familiar mop of hair standing next to Sol in the line, too familiar looking for her liking. Fuck... Leo was here.

Not wanting to relive what had just gone down earlier, she darted her gaze away in an attempt not to make eye contact. At that moment, Tyler finally spotted Savannah and Erica sitting across the room and made a beeline towards them, fumbling with her tray and nearly dropping her breakfast along the way. Choosing one of the seats that ensured her back was towards public enemy #1, she sat down at the table with her friends and gracefully slipped off her backpack, placing it on the floor beside her. Trying to shake off the unsettling feeling in her stomach, the redhead offered a smile to her friends, hoping it didn’t come off too forced. “Morning ladies,” Tyler Jane greeted, relieved she didn’t need to eat alone. Taking a sip of her breakfast, she relished the delicious taste of fruit which masked out the flavor of the greens completely, just as she liked it. “What’s everyone up to today, anything exciting?”

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Charlie had been doing this life thing for about seventeen years now, but there wasn't a single day out of those 6200+ where he'd actually been happy to wake up in the morning. His alarm blared out at him, causing a rather annoyed Charles Mallet to roll around and open his eyes. The sun had streamed in through the blinds and illuminated what was otherwise a pitch black-adjacent dormitory. But, he had a routine he adhered to. The mantra of establishing a morning routine and sticking to it had been stuck in his head for quite a while now. As much as he would've liked to stay in bed and get just a few more minutes of sleep, he had to satiate that mantra and actually get his ass out. Much to his dismay, of course. He slid out of bed, sighing and stretching his arms behind his head, shuffling his way to the communal bathroom.

His stomach let out a rather unholy sound from it, which could only have meant one thing for him. Charlie was hungry, and there was no way for him to ignore it. If the man needed to eat, he needed to eat. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast sounded really good right now. But first, he had to get freshened up. Charlie didn't want to walk out into the cafeteria looking like a disheveled mess and looking like he'd just emerged from a cave after a month, nor did he really want some stank mouth. And so he went, shuffling into the bathroom to brush his teeth and look presentable for the day.

A few minutes later, Charlie had emerged from his dormitory building ready to take on the day and whatever it had in store for him. Hopefully a good breakfast was in the cards for the day, because he sure had a massive craving for breakfast food for whatever reason today. Throughout the time it took for him to wake up and get ready, all he could really think about was the pile of scrambled eggs and bacon and sausage that awaited him in the cafeteria. He didn't know why he was so fixated on the sausage or the eggs, really, but he knew that he desired them rather massively. Luckily, he was now close to the cafeteria, which meant that his desired breakfast was now close by.

Walking into the cafeteria, he immediately took notice of the relatively lively environment. It was the morning, and he was positive that not everyone was 100% awake or aware, but that wasn't any of his business. All he wanted right now to get his breakfast. Walking over to the line, Charlie held his ID gingerly in his hands, awaiting his turn to scan his card in and then request his breakfast. Once he was out of that line, he went straight into another line, where he was to be served the eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast he so desired, with a side of orange juice to compliment the hearty breakfast.

But no breakfast of champions was complete without the obligatory hot sauce on the eggs. Before Charlie went to take a seat and eat his breakfast, he stopped by the table full of condiments and poured a copious amount of Tapatio on his eggs. What were eggs without Tapatio? Being content with his breakfast, Charlie carried his tray all the way to a nearby table that was empty. He didn't exactly want to intrude on the pre-existing groups. Hopefully, someone would come over and join him for breakfast. It didn't matter too much to him, but it would've been definitely been nice to spend his meal in the company of someone else. For now, he would make do with the company of his breakfast.
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During his first short months at San Agustin, Samuel had begun to make himself feel right at home. Sam had been placed on the floor with some of his closest friends that he had come to have so far. Sol and Leo were both extremely cool to hang out and work out with. Francesca was pretty cute, and Billie… well, she was Billie. The young man didn’t know that much about the rest of the people on his floor, but he planned to change that sooner rather than later. However, Monday mornings weren’t the time for making friends.

Finishing up his morning jog, Sam headed back to his dorm before taking a shower and scrambling to finish up what homework he had left from the weekend. He wasn’t usually the procrastinating type, but something about Biology class just made his head hurt. Sam liked to save the biggest challenges for last, so here he was scribbling away at the worksheet the teacher had given out Friday afternoon.

Completing the homework, Sam checked his phone for the time. It appeared that he had gotten the worksheet done right at the exact moment he needed to.

Making his way to the school cafeteria, Sam spotted his friends waiting in line. Making a mental decision on what he wanted for breakfast, Sam took his place behind Soleil and Leo.

”Morning guys. What’s for breakfast?”

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The sun was barely peaking over the horizon when Hana had gotten up. As per usual she spent some time doing her hair and then picked a cute yet cozy outfit for the day. About an hour after getting up, roughly 6:30 am, Hana made her way from the dorms towards the Arts Building. The rays of the sun finally shining brightly in the sky warmed her bringing a faint smile to her face, the slight breeze blowing the hair left out of her braid and ruffled her outfit.

The short blonde took her time to walk to the Arts building, enjoying the outdoors and the views around her. She looked off to the wilderness and decided she wanted to go out and draw later today after a short walk. It would have to wait though as she wanted to work on the panting she’d been working on for awhile now. Something about it was still off and she felt she was missing something, did she mess up the lighting in the scene? Was the piece just too similar to something she’d done or seen? Hana had yet to figure out what was off with the piece she’d been working on but her horoscope led her to believe that today would be good and she’d find what she was missing.

Arriving at the Arts Building, Hana entered and was quick to head to the room where her painting and paints were left. She hung her scarf and bag up before sliding an apron on over her dress. She grabbed the canvas and set it up on an easel before going and grabbing her paints. Placing earphones in her ears, she began a calming playlist and got into the mood, instantly getting to work. Time became a distant thing as something clicked within Hana and she adjusted a few things on the painting before getting to work to finish off the large painting that had been a few days in the work.

Quite a bit later, Hana stood back and admired her work, it wasn’t the best she had done but she was satisfied and happy with it. She moved the canvas to a safer spot and then cleaned her brushes and work area. As she took off her apron and hung it back up she glanced at the clock realizing it was 8:30. Her eyes widened and she rushed to get her scarf back on and slung her bag over her shoulder before running off and out of the Arts Building.

Stumbling a few times, she made her way to the cafeteria and entered, scanning her ID and being handed her daily fruit which today was an apple. How thankful she was for not having to choose her food as that would end up in her holding the line majorly. Stepping away from the line and looking around the cafeteria Hana saw the few people she’d gotten closer to. Sam was with Leo and Sol, so there was no way she was going over to where he was. Bradley was one for solitude so she wasn’t going to disturb him. Charles, she didn’t know him well enough to feel comfortable eating with him. That left Erica, who was sitting with Savannah and Tyler. Hana didn’t know the other two as well as Erica, but if Erica trusted them and was friends with them then she could learn to as well. Weaving between tables and people, Hana made her way to the small group and sat down giving them all a small wave and smile before silently eating her apple, not wanting to disturb whatever they were talking about before her arrival.
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Savannah bristled slightly at Erica’s compliment. Granted, she was flattered that even after an hour on the track she could still maintain a high standard in her appearance. However, at the same time, she knew that made her an attractive target. “I’ll try to hit you Erica, but you and I both know that’s a tough ask. Granted it’ll probably shake up my routine.”

Not that she wanted to. Sav liked the little schedule she had for herself now. Run, eat, school, eat, Netflix, sleep, rinse, repeat. The routine felt safe, like she almost knew where everyone and everything was going to be. It was a soothing thought in this crazy New Mexico world.

“Same as it ever was for me,” she confirmed to TJ. “Besides, you two are more exciting than I ever am. What’s the plan for y’all today?”

Erica chuckled at Savannah’s comment, and then turned to greet Tyler. “Hey TJ,” she said, a warm smile spreading across her face once more. Her attention was stolen for a moment, by one Samuel Costigan, and her eyes followed him until he met up with Sol and Leo. Erica quickly brought her attention back to her friends. She didn’t totally understand why the sight of Sol and Sam next to each other made her stomach do flips. She also wasn’t very keen on finding out.

“I’ve got Bio in a bit, and then P.E.” Erica said, shrugging. The tips of her fingernails tapped a quick rhythm against the table. “My calc teacher was saying something this morning about an assembly after dinner though.”

Tyler Jane popped a few pieces of granola into her mouth, washing it all down with a sip of her green smoothie. “Yeah, there’s supposedly some campus wide event on Wednesday and they’re telling us about it tonight. The administration wants to promote ‘community’ and ‘friendship’...” Emphasizing the two words with air quotes, she shook her head, a sarcastic laugh flowing from her lips. “Like that’ll ever happen.” As friendly as Tyler Jane was, the idea of being forced to socialize with people she didn’t get along with was not her idea of fun.

Instinctively, the redhead grabbed a strand of her hair and began playing with it as she spoke, one of her famous quirks when she got anxious. “Whatever, maybe it’ll be entertaining, who knows. All I’m focused on though is trying to survive the day, I’ve got a quiz in History later. As we all know, my memory sucks and I barely remember what happened last week so it should be interesting.”

The buzzwords sounded like absolute garbage to Savannah. Who wanted to try and bring this mishmash of students together? The school may not have a large student body, but that didn’t mean that she had to know everyone’s favorite romantic comedy to survive it, right? "Community? Friendship? Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me. Besides, maybe there are some members of the community that I don’t need to be friends with.” The Texan looked right at Leo when she said that last sentence, staring a hole through the man who she was still steamed was with her workout buddy. “At least we’ll have something in P.E. that will help me deal with this unwelcome and unnecessary addition to the schedule, right Erica?”

Erica nodded along as her friends spoke, taking bites from her fruit salad and risking glances at Sam as the steady trickle of students through the line for food continued. “Oh come on,” Erica said, a sudden seriousness washing over her. “It might be fu-” Erica’s stoney stoicism was abruptly broken. She snorted, and burst into laughter, cutting off her sentence. After a moment she calmed herself, wiped a tear from her eye, and continued. “Jesus, couldn’t even say that with a straight face. Do they really think some stupid kumbaya session is gonna erase all the tension at this place?”

“Apparently so.” Tyler Jane stated matter of factly before catching Erica stealing glimpses in the direction of the breakfast line. Once she followed the girl’s gaze, the redhead quickly realized it wasn’t because she was hungry. After all, she had a plate of food sitting right there. “Speaking of tension…” Tyler drawled, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at Erica, taking another sip of her smoothie instead of finishing her sentence.

Sav had to stifle herself when Erica burst out laughing. She knew that Erica wasn’t down for this either. It’s like they almost shared a personality or something. They definitely shared the same concerns apparently, and there was no way Tyler Jane was going to let that one go. Savannah knew she always had concerns, but Erica? That was something else. The girl finished another dollop of oatmeal. “Yeah, Erica. I mean, I know why I’m tense. What’s up with you? Math really that terrible this morning?”

Erica smirked, and locked eyes with TJ and Sav. She could lie, pretend like it wasn’t that big of a deal, brush whatever it was that they might have noticed off. Erica Monet was not a liar though, and the way she saw it, there wasn’t much to hide. “Sam is just looking particularly good today,” Erica said, almost nonchalant. “I would go talk to him, if he wasn’t with those two.” Erica nodded her head towards the trio, ever so slightly.

“Oh really? Is that all?” Tyler Jane pried, trying to get just a bit more information out of her friend. Maybe it was something about the way that Erica looked at Sam that sparked curiosity. The redhead was a bit of a hopeless romantic, so she was all for any type of gossip relating to guys, especially when it came to the interests of her friends. But as Erica mentioned his compatriots, Tyler rolled her eyes and fake gagged out of pure disgust; a complete 180 degree switch.

“Ugh I’d stay far away from Leo this morning if I were you, total perv city. He tried to seduce me in the dance studio right before this. I kicked him.” Acting like it was nothing, Tyler gingerly picked up a piece of granola and inspected it before placing it in her mouth, repeating the same process with her next few pieces.

“Oh TJ, please tell me you neutered that douchebag with your kick!” Savannah commented, not ready for that tidbit of information. Granted, she always fantasized about delivering a solid boot of her own to San Agustin’s resident lover boy, but then she would have to get close to Leo, and that was a proposition the Payton girl had no desire to be a part of. So the fact that he tried to get close enough to Tyler to pull it off and received what Sav determined in her mind to be an exquisite roundhouse kick was validation for this morning’s bad vibes.

“I’m sorry, I mean, how could you do that Tyler Jane? The poor boy won’t be able to get laid for a week!” She laughed, but it also could explain why Sol was hanging so close to him this morning. As comfort. “Well, maybe Sol can tell me just how much damage you did to his psyche later on. Gotta be some good to come out of her hanging out with him so much. I don’t understand it…”

“Sorry to disappoint you Sav, but as much as I would have loved to kick that boy where the sun doesn’t shine, I over exaggerated. He had the audacity to get in my face while I was stretching- you know like a leg extension, foot to ceiling moment- so foot went to chest and I pushed him away. I surprised myself actually with how strong of a push was.”

“Good for you TJ,” Erica said. “It’s like he’s on a fucking mission to sleep with every single girl before the end of the year,” she said, rolling her eyes. She ignored Sav’s comment about Sol. She didn’t love that the two of them had gotten so close, Sol made her nervous, which was annoying to say the least. She would never say it out loud, but Erica was intimidated by her. That said, she liked Sav a lot, and she wasn’t about to jeopardize a friendship over some gut feeling. “One of these days, it’ll bite him in the ass. Karma’s a bitch, and sometimes she’s late, but she always gets there eventually.”

“Let’s hope so,” Savannah concurred. “I mean, let’s face it, I’m not going to be the one to do it, although I can guarantee I will block his attempt to fuck his way through the entire female roster of San Agustin. I don’t need dick that badly. He tries it, I’m just gonna take off on him. Let’s see him catch me.”

Tyler Jane laughed “You do run pretty fast. I doubt he’d be able to keep up even if he tried- I’m sure his ego would weigh him down.”

The redhead took one last sip of her breakfast before the dreaded slurping noise from her straw indicated there was nothing left of her smoothie. With a slight frown, she placed the empty cup back on the table and gazed around the cafeteria. Mondays always had this sort of bad energy that seemed to weigh over the day like a storm cloud, even if the weather outside was absolutely perfect (like it was today). Hopefully something interesting would happen to brighten the mood, and not just for her sake. With a grumble, she placed her forearms on the table and rested her chin on her hands, pouting her lips. “Can we skip to the weekend already? I really don’t want to take this quiz.”

“You’ll be fine,” Erica said, drawing out the last word in order to emphasize just how fine TJ would be. “Speaking of the weekend, we should do something, I don’t know, normal.” Erica’s head swiveled as she looked around the room. “We could have a little shin-dig,” Erica said, almost singing the last bit. “There are some cool people here.”

Savannah’s ears perked up at that notion, to the point where she was rubbing behind her left ear as her right hand tried to scoop up the last bit of oatmeal. There would be only one reason that Erica was doing her sneaky monitoring when she mentioned her plan for “something normal,” and that meant all kinds of trouble. “Are you talking about the kind of ‘shin dig’ I think you’re talking about? Because, one, it’s probably not the best idea on a campus like this where there aren’t a lot of places to pull that sort of thing off. Two, cool people may show up, but there will also be the uncool people, because everyone will know about this party. Including the king of the jackasses over there.” She nodded at Leo. “Three, we know no one here who is 21 and can score booze. Four, parties are so played out, aren’t they? What is this, Euphoria? I don’t need to be trying to think about that while I’ve got midterms coming up. And five,” Savannah held the hand out that she was using to illustrate her points but she was struggling to finish the job. “Five, I really wish I could think of another thing off the top of my head to make this even out, but I can’t.” Dissatisfied with herself, she officially finished off her oatmeal.

Tyler Jane’s head popped up as soon as Erica mentioned the word shindig. A quote unquote get together was exactly the excitement she craved on this dreary Monday morning and would easily help her sail through the week. Ever since arriving on campus, things felt a little too structured. Maybe it would do her, and the rest of her friends, some good to let loose a little bit. Especially after hearing the blonde next to her ramble on about every reason why it was a bad idea, made it seem even more like a good one.

“Oh come on Sav, just think of how much fun we’ll have!” The redhead exclaimed, nearly jumping out of her seat. “And we’ll worry about the minor details later. When there’s a will, there’s a way.” She stated, mostly in reference to the aforementioned alcohol. This is the kind of thing that’s going to foster community and friendship, not some lame campus sanctioned event. We’ll simply do the administration’s work for them!”

“That is the spirit TJ,” Erica said, grinning. She turned her head towards Sav and cocked it, a playful smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. She held up one finger. “One, if anyone can keep this thing under control, it’s us. The boys upstairs will never even know anything is going on.” Erica brought up a second finger, to join the lonely first. “Two, wherever we throw this thing, it’s our party. We can always tell Leo to fuck off.” Erica’s usual confidence was on full display, her words laced with a nonchalance that came only from believing you were right.

A third finger went up. “Three, getting booze isn’t about being twenty one, it’s about being creative. I’m sure we’ll think of something.” As she finished her sentence, her fourth finger went up, leaving only her thumb resting against the palm of her hand. “Four, this is obviously Zoey 101, but also, parties are absolutely not played out. We’re seventeen! This is our chance to do stupid things before life shows up to beat us into submission!” Erica’s playful smirk was replaced by a triumphant grin as her thumb finally stretched out, and her five fingers stuck into the air. “And five, it’ll be hella fucking fun.”

Savannah was outnumbered. In more ways than one. She should have known better than to try and match wits with Erica, especially considering she was already warmed up with math stuff. Plus, there was no doubt that her small-town ideals are going to fall flat against Erica’s grand plans. There was no stopping her when she got on a roll like that. She was like a rampaging… avalanche.

She let her spoon fall to the bowl and threw her hands up in defeat. “All right, all right, you win. You both win. Party is on. But I don’t want things to get all crazy! This may be Zoey 101, but that doesn’t mean we have to do something stupid that leads to some touching moment at the end where we reveal we learned a valuable lesson about true friendship or something like that. Let’s keep it quiet, between OUR cool people…” She leaned in and spoke softly. “And if we can find some Hpnotiq, I’ve always wanted to try it. I heard it in so many songs…”

A gentle laugh escaped Tyler Jane’s lips, watching her friends banter back and forth. Something about the camaraderie between them was comforting in a way the redhead couldn’t explain, almost as if she wasn’t used to it, which didn’t make much sense since the three had been close since day one. “Beggars can’t be choosers, Sav. We’ll take what we can get, if we can get anything in the first place that is.” Drumming her fingers on the table, Tyler tried to brainstorm which student in their class would be the most resourceful when it came to smuggling in illegal contraband. With no name in particular coming to mind, she dropped the subject. “Regardless, this is going to be great. Now who will we invite…” The girl’s eyes searched around the cafeteria, analyzing which of their classmates would be on their unofficial guest list.

“Yes!” Erica hissed, thrilled that she’d gotten Savannah on board. She joined Tyler in scanning the cafeteria, weighing her classmates pros against their cons. “Charlie and Bradley are cool, Zakya too,” Erica’s voice trailed off as she racked her brain for those outside of the cafeteria. “Quinn and Frankie are fun, and if you invite one you’ll get the other. I trust your guys’ judgement.” Erica said. Before she could continue, Hana took a seat at the table, and Erica’s thoughtful visage was replaced by her welcoming smile.

“Hana! Just in time! You’ve been invited to our shindig, this Friday night. Don’t even try arguing with me, Savvy here already lost that one.”
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