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[color=B93679][b]INTERACTING WITH[/b][/color] — Herself 
[color=B93679]Mentions[/color] — Too Many To Count
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[indent][indent]There were many adjectives used to describe the majestic creature that was Lola Russo. Her father would say she’s his princess, his baby girl. Her mother would say she’s her mini-me, her shining star. Her friends would say she’s fun, with a great sense of humor, a chill personality and always willing to help those on her good side. Her flings would say she’s passionate and insatiable: pure and straight up fire. Ex-Fling #1 would say she’s an angel, someone he can count on no matter what. Ex-Fling #2 would say she’s psychotic, a mistake he’d never make again. Her fans would call her beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, a queen, #goals, someone they could only wish they could be. Her haters would call her spoiled, conceited, arrogant, and a bad example for the teenage girls that so avidly followed her life and her career on social media. When it came down to it, everyone was entitled to their opinion of her-- whether it was delightfully right or woefully ignorant and wrong. But if there was one word that all of these individuals could undoubtedly agree upon, it was that Lola Russo was disciplined as all hell.

You see, despite the endless tabloid gossip and rumors, Lola’s body was all natural. She flaunted her body in the way she did because she worked hard every day for every bit of it. The young model had a strict diet and workout routine she stuck to come hell or high water-- no matter if she was jet setting in Milan, vacationing in Bali or chilling back at home in her LA penthouse. Mondays were for cycling, Tuesdays and Thursdays were for kickboxing, Wednesdays were for pilates, Fridays were for weight training, and Saturdays were for yoga and pole fitness. In normal circumstances, she would go to the university’s gym, which wasn’t half bad if she was being honest. But after walking in one day and spotting a member of her ever-growing Undesirables list, she decided it was best that she take her business to the luxury gym at Rose Point.

While the majority of her peers slept in, Lola was up at 5:30 AM, enjoying her daily, early morning jog around campus before her extra hour of more specialized exercises. With her airpods blasting songs from her personalized workout playlist and the cool air caressing her face, the young woman could feel her muscles comfortably stretching out in preparation for the upcoming day ahead. It was towards the end of this jog that Lola’s eyes fell upon the bulletin board on the quad, standing tall in its easel for all of the OIC population to see. Frowning with curiosity, the Russo girl stopped on her tracks and slowly approached the board.

There, on the top-right corner of the frame, was a Polaroid picture with her face on it. The image was one taken from her Instagram, used in one of the old campaigns she’d done earlier that year. Underneath the photo, perfectly spelled in neat cursive, was the word [color=B93679][i][b]Barbie[/b][/i][/color].

The blonde bombshell grinned widely at the very appropriate moniker bestowed upon her. Contrary to her classmates, Lola wasn’t the least bit phased at landing a spot on Miss Fortune’s less than desirable radar. Being in the public eye for as long as she had meant that many aspects of life were up for the consumption and judgement of fans, followers and haters alike. There were very few secrets of hers that hadn’t already been exposed, and none of these presented a significant harm to her, her loved ones or her career.  

Upon a further, closer inspection of the board, there were plenty of other faces that Lola recognized in this board-- of friends and foes alike. She almost clapped her hands and squealed in delight when she spotted the Polaroids of her ex [s]Eden Reyes[/s] and her replacements [s]Tyler Andrews and Mimsy Vuong[/s], getting preemptively excited at the thought of them suffering the same heartbreak and humiliation she felt after knowing He Who Must Not Be Named had moved on from her so quickly. Her excitement shifted into worry when she saw Alessio and Zach were on the hit list as well, and she made a mental note to text them about it later. The worry bubbled up into anger when she realized that Andre Mossos’ name had also made the cut, and she made another mental note to follow Miss Fortune’s blog to ensure she would be ready to go to war if they so much as dared to hurt him. Finally, the anger simmered down to curiosity when noticing the likes of the Callahan siblings, her ex-flings Riley Antorini and Jeim Seu Yang, Laren Hastings, her boyfriend Johnny Brook, and Arthur Lynch and Birdie Harding, wondering what kind of secrets they harbored. Whatever they were, they must be saucy enough to warrant the attention of someone like Miss Fortune.

All in all, this was certainly gearing up to be a hell of a year.[/indent][/indent][/color]