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[indent]With her sunglasses on, and arms crossed, Diana slept the assembly away, with her drink from the Bean resting on the ground. Since the party, she hadn't seen the Delamar twins because one was sticking his dick in crazy and the other was an open door policy and kept herself busy. While she loved Ty and Jasper, they had a lot going on and for now, it was best if she let them do them, while she focused on her projects. It wasn't like Ty would listen to her anyways — he was a lovesick puppy and it was gross to watch. That Macmillan girl had more influence over him than she, or Jasper, anticipated. 

Her best friend, Fifi, who was a fellow music lover and genius, didn't go to the party, which was pretty damn lame. Fiona left her alone to deal with the tomfoolery that was now punishing them all. Granted, if she did come, Dee might've not found that perfect opportunity to throw a football at a pretty little (fucking thin) redhead. Such was life and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy making those two frustrated. [i]Man, she almost had her.[/i] 

Without her, would they have even gone all the way? Deets spread fast like wildfire. They only had her to thank! If it weren't for that stunt, they wouldn't have left the party. She'd have to remind Ty to thank her by buying her brunch sometime.  Taking credit for providing the lovebirds the push they needed to inevitably screw all night, Dee sluggishly opened her eyes to an assembly room that was nearly empty. 

Great! 

It was over! 

Her mom had already given her the low down prior to this grand event, like literally right before it. That woman was trying to take away her privileges at this school, like having 24/7 access to the music building. That didn't end well because it only turned into jokes that Dee woke up in Costa Rica with a pound of coke and a buttplug in her ass. Oh, and she totally threatened to tell dad all her mom's lovers. 

Well, the top three. 

Her mom was such a naive woman, thinking she had any authority over her. Hell, she was even demanding her to bring her C's to A's. Dee kindly declined. Her mother would accept those C's in her core classes. She only cared about her major courses (ie. all things revolving around music) and as such those would be the only classes she passed with flying colors. Everything else could suck it.

As she shuffled out of the building, caramel apple cider iced tea in hand, she stopped to see a big guy walk away from a now broken water fountain. She contemplated her day as she watched his backside. Maybe she should invite Fiona to a luncheon so she could listen to the fire boiling inside her? Listening to Fiona was always entertaining. To get academic probation when you didn't even get in on the fun must suck royally. Still, Dee found it all rather amusing. 

People were getting so worked up when it was only a matter of time rich people would do what rich people do best. Put the school in it's place by scaring them. It didn't take much. All they had to do was say they would pull their sponsorship. At the end of the day, money was desperately needed to thrive. Any school needed money. An Ivy League school, though? It needed a guarantee of cash flow to sustain the excellence they say the kids were not meeting. If anything, the video made Meadow seem more appealing in the general public's eyes. This was the age of technology, and social media was the way of the future. No kid wants to go to a school to just study. Props to whoever posted the video, they should be proud about the mess they made. Messes were great. Messes meant attention and oh did she love attention.   

Yawning widely, pushing the thought of lunch to the back burner, she strolled up to the guy, who was going to look at his phone for something. Actually, now that she thought about it, she DID feel a vibration in her bag. Eh, too much effort to take her phone out. She had better things to do. Tapping the back of his shoulder, while chewing the straw of her drink, she waited for him to turn around before saying, [color=3caea0]"I know your name starts with a K and you're one of the hockey boys. And.... that's all I know! So yeah."[/color] She continued to chew on her straw, while looking up at him. He was definitely large and in charge. Massive. [color=3caea0]"Hey. I'm Dee. The water fountain wanted me to ask you if you like drums? Might be a better way to... relieve yourself. No, not for pee, but for all that pent up aggression."[/color] She had a video to review anyways, so having company wouldn't hurt. Might be kind of nice to make a new friend, assuming he was down.

[color=3caea0]"You don't have to be good and if you break it, that's my mom's problem."[/color]   [/indent]