[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/u4Ifn6C.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=#f0e69f][b]#f0e69f[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://cdn.lookastic.com/looks/biker-jacket-dress-shirt-tank-large-28204.jpg][color=9b9b9b][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]roxxy's cabin[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [color=darkgray] It didn't take a PhD in psychology to understand Tess' reactions. She felt every inch of that body for a blissful amount of time. Roxxy wasn't the best with emotions, she could admit that. When you grew up moving from place to place, never knowing if the family you got put with was there because they care about you or they were looking for their next paycheck, you developed a thick skin and never showed how you were feeling. So Roxxy moved over, putting Tess' face into her palms, getting her to look at Roxxy, [i]really[/i] look at her. [color=f0e69f]"Hey, I already met the best person here."[/color] She wanted nothing more than to take Tess again, but she knew that monopolzing her time was not fair to either of them. And Tess was right, they really should make introductions. So she waited for Tess to be ready andwalked out of her cabin. In making her way back to the party, Roxxy reached for Tess' hand, eager to feel the warmth again. [color=f0e69f]"I imagine we'll be nearing midnight soon. Any plans for the new year? I've never been big on New Year resolutions. I think we should always strive to improve ourselves and I think that adds unnecessary pressure. If you want to lose weight, great. If you want to travel, do it. And if you stumble, that's fine too. But there is one thing about the midnight countdown that I do look forward to,"[/color] Roxxy added, looking back to Tess, her eyes falling to her lips. Yes, a new year. A new her perhaps? [/color] [center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] Tess[color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] None[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [hr] [center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjQwLmYwZTY5Zi5VbTlqYXlCaGJtUWdVbTlzYkNCQ1lXSjUuMA/rockybilly.regular.webp[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/a4FINH9.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=#de9b8f][b]#de9b8f[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0024/5936/9523/files/Ecommerce_Crop-24-10-30_KaleidoBallerinaDress_GOLD__0099_ECOMM_556x.jpg?v=1731686287][color=9b9b9b][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]party[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [color=darkgray] [sup][color=white]5 years earlier[/color][/sup] Chariselle sat outside the principal's office, a cherry red sucker in her mouth. Dolores or Debbie or whatever bland name the receptionist had sat in front of her, stapling her papers and shuffling around in her grandmother shoes despite her being in her late 30s. If Chariselle was ever like her, she would ask someone to shoot her and shoot to kill. She glanced around. This was not the first time she got in trouble and it would not be the last. She seemed to drag chaos with her like some poor freshman who felt that if he just breathed her essence in he would be set up for life. The door opened and Principal Hayes stepped out. A formiddible man who looked like the mere presence of children caused him indigestion. A former army seargeant who was discharged and took the first job that gave him the time of day. [color=white]"Ms. Ashthorne, you can come in."[/color] He stepped out of the way to allow her entrance. Once she was in her eyes landed on her English professor, Mr. Dewhyte. He wouldn't meet her eyes and she smiled sweetly as she sat down in the chair next to him. Principal Hayes shut the door a bit too harshly as the pictures on the wall swung a bit, but didn't fall. Principal Hayes say in his chair and folded his hands together as he leaned back. He eyed Chariselle and then Mr. Dewhyte. [color=white]"So, who wants to go first?"[/color] Chariselle knew what this was about. Mr. Dewhyte was a happily married man of 13 years to his high school sweetheart. He didn't plan on being an English teacher but, gosh darnit, it called to him. He knew how much he liked his teachers in school and figured he could be the next Robin Williams in that one movie Chariselle never saw. He wanted to speak to the youth, touch their hearts, expouse the joy of learning to them to create the next generation of thinkers. Well, as it turned out, Mr. Deqwhyte did a little more than touching the minds of his students. Chariselle was a rumor mill of her own making. Information was currency in high school and it made or broke people, relationships, and boundaries. If someone needed to be put in their place, a simple rumor got them right where she wanted. The best ones held a slight bit of truth to them so they could never be fully denied. Or if it was a dark enough secret they either had to admit it fully or be labled for the rest of their high school career. There were more than a couple of students who have transferred. Even some teachers. So when one of her friends (okay, let's be real, she wasn't a friend, she was a means to an end) came to her saying Mr. Dewhyte failed her because she refused to sleep with him, Chariselle asked no follow-up questions. She was nothing if not a girl's girl. So she got to work, spreading rumors about Mr. Dewhyte's failing marriage and how he enjoyed his one-on-one tutoring sessions with other students, especially the boys, a bit [i]too[/i] much. What Chariselle hadn't counted on, although she relished in it once she found out, was that her rumors turned out to be true. So Mr. Dewhyte called her in after class to "talk". Talk was a cute word for what really happened which was him accusing her of spreading lies and threatened to tank her grades so hard she wouldn't be able to get a GED after she flunked out. Told her that if she contnued to spread these "horrendous lies" that he would call the authorities and he would be believed over her, because "who trusted girls anymore?" Chariselle sat there, sweet as pie, and let him rant and tirade around his classroom. Once he tuckered himself out she started chuckling. Then laughing. Then full on guffawing. He just stared. Once she settled she whiped her eyes and pulled out her phone to turn the camera on and check her make-up. She paused though. She then stared at him and turned her phone around. What Mr. Dewhyte saw was not, in fact, the camera, but instead the bright red record button. [color=de9b8f]"Oh gosh, Mr. Dewhyte, I'm such a ditz. I forgot I started recording before I came in here. Now everything we talked about is saved on my phone. Or, I guess, what you talked about since I hadn't managed to get a word in since I sat down. Now, what was that about calling the authorities?"[/color] Chariselle glanced at Mr. Dewhyte in the office, daring him to say anything. He knew he was fucked either way, the uestion would be if he took her down with him. And she knew he would. So, she started talking. [color=de9b8f]"Well, I can't speak for Mr. Dewhyte here, but I for one am so troubled by the things I have been hearing. I mean, school should be a safe place for kids and my education has been impacted by the threats, the sheer amount of hate I felt coming towards me from an educator. And one who should definitely not be within 50 feet of a school, let alone teaching them in front of a classroom. It's just like I told you Principal Hayes."[/color] Chariselle puncuated her speech by putting her phone on the desk and hitting play. Mr. Dewhyte's words rang out through the office. He looked crestfalled, probably because he had confiscated her phone earlier. What he hadn't planned on was that she had back-up after back-up. Amateur. Once it was done, Principal Hayes sat a moment, contemplating. He then pressed the buzzer on the phone and spoke. [color=white]"Daphne, please send them in."[/color] (It was Daphne!) Soon, the door opened and two armed police officers came on. Mr. Dewhyte looked scared now. He started flubbering about how it was all a lie, how she was setting him up, how she was the monster here. She pulled her best "oh woe is me" innocent look and she could have sword Principal Hayes actually looked upset for her, maybe a bit. The officers took Mr. Dewhyte out in handcuffs. Chariselle put on her best performance yet, crying and letting the tears fall. Principal Hayes pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, which she took gratefully. As she wiped her tears, a small smile came on her lips. [/color] [center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] N/A [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] N/A[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [hr] [center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjg4LmRlOWI4Zi5RV3hzSjNNZ1JtRnBjaUJwYmlCTWIzWmxJR0Z1WkNCWFlYSS4w/phitagate.regular.webp[/img][/center]