Bee

What Are You Listening To?

Overwatch players assemble!

Timezone: Pacific Standard Time (GMT -8)
Role/character: Tracer/Mercy on Offense, Mercy/D.Va/Orisa on Defense
Platform: PC (but bear with me, my laptop is... not good.)
Gamemode: Any.
Battletag: TeriyakiGod#1900

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

I feel like Battlefield V will be a-okay. As a matter of fact, I think it could very well be the best one out since BF3. People are blowing what they saw in the trailer out of proportion, which is typical. So what if there's a lady with a robot arm thing? If you're going to let something like that bother you that much then I don't know what to tell you.

Admittedly, the trailer wasn't exactly the greatest, but it's a two minute reveal of a game we've yet to see actual gameplay of. Based on what I've read so far(such as the devs getting rid of the premium pass), I really do think that this will turn out just fine. It's pretty much certain that there will still be microtransactions (and there always will be), but it's most likely going to go the way of Fortnite and Overwatch and have it be cosmetic based. That's a price I'm willing to pay (just to clarify, I don't ever indulge in microtransactions) if it means the community won't be splintered across paywalls, unlike the early days of BF3, BF4, and BF1.

CANCELLED.

_{A Collaboration Between: @Bee and @Universorum
Featuring: Ellie Ford and Aiden Elliott}

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Being at a party like this was pretty tough when you didn’t know where your friends were. Ellie’s chums in the automotive club were nowhere to be seen. Not even Wesley could be found anywhere on the boat. More than likely he had gotten into someone’s underwear and reenacting Titanic with them. That just left the poor girl by her lonesome. She longed for her car, but it was hard to get to it being in the ocean. The water was much too cold for anyone to survive for a while.

However, it was nice and cold outside, just the way that Ellie had liked it. She had her vape with her, taking a hit and blowing a cloud of vanilla flavored vapor into the sky. She wished she had the balls to smoke. It’d be better than inhaling vanilla right now. Her puffy jacket kept her warm, but she liked the cold air blasting on her face.

To be honest, Aiden wasn’t sure about this whole ‘party on Tuesday’ nonsense, but Brian had been a member of the team, so it would have been fucked if he hadn’t went. He was here to support his friend’s efforts, but he’d gotten sick and tired of the dance floor and the loud noises and the vibes. It only got worse when DJ dude stepped down and it got all couple-y and blue… It was like some kind of romance movie, a chick flick. Like the goddamn Notebook.

After that had happened, Aiden had wandered away, and he found himself outside and walking around the ship, stretching his legs. It had felt packed, almost cramped on the dance floor and where the food was, but up here, people were less frequent, and it was a helluva lot quieter. Aiden appreciated that. The cold wind was brushing on his face, and the air smelled like… vanilla? That made his nose crinkle up slightly, as he turned to see where it was coming from. Seeing that the source was a girl — and a cute one, that that — Aiden walked over to her, and smiled. “What kind of pen do you have?”

Ellie looked over after someone asked her what pen she had. She looked down at it and then at the boy that had showed up out of nowhere to ask her what it was. Truth be told, she didn’t know what this particular model was. She just got it as a gift and then she had just stuck with it. Ellie chuckled sheepishly, shrugging, ”I don’t know, honestly. I got it as a gift. Works real good though.”

“It looks nice. Can I try it?” Aiden asked, holding out a hand. He wasn't a huge vaper; he preferred normal smoking, but the theory of smoke tricks was the same no matter the implement, and he figured showing off was a good move, if she was sitting around blowing vape clouds on her own. What? It was a party, he wanted to hook up.

Eliie took one look at him and his hand, before shrugging and handing over the device to him. Hopefully he didn’t have an STD or anything like that. ”Yeah sure, go ahead.” The mixed girl looked over at the boy. ”By the way, I’m Ellie. Might as well know the girl you’re borrowing the vape from.”

“My name is Aiden. Nice to meet you, Ellie.” He said, before taking the vape pen from her, and bringing it up to his lips. “Don’t make fun of me if I fuck this up, I don’t actually use vapes that often, more of a traditional kind of guy.” He said in warning, before bringing the pen to his mouth and putting it to his lips and sucking in. He brought in a mouth full of the smoke, and took the pen away from his lips. He held the smoke in for a second, as he tried to remember how to do the stupid smoke trick.

After a few seconds, Aiden let the smoke out, but rather than coughing it out through his lips, he pushed it out through his nose, simultaneously puffing some of it through his lips. The result? He looked like a dragon. After the smoke cleared, he grinned at Ellie. “Bam. Dragon boy.” He said, before holding the pen out for her to take it back.

The Vaper laughed at Aiden’s attempt at being a dragon. She took back her pen and glanced down at it to check the level of juice that was in there. There wasn’t going to be much vanilla left in the vape, but it didn’t matter. ”Good try… but watch this.”

Ellie took a hit from the vape and took a giant cloud of vanilla flavored smoke inside her, before letting go in perfectly sized rings that gradually got larger the farther away from her mouth it got. Once she felt like she couldn’t do anymore, she did the dragon thing and smiled. ”See? Boom. You wanna learn how to do it?”

Damn, she was better than him. That was okay, it was an ice breaker and a conversation starter: and a successful one at that. After she did it he decided that he had as good of a chance with this as he did with anything else, and decided to pursue it, giving her a nod. “Yeah, sure. Teach me, Master.” He said with a smile and a small laugh. There were worse ways to spend a party than being taught vape tricks by a cute girl, so he decided that he was satisfied.

Stuffing the vape pen in his hand, she stood back just a bit and then sized him up a bit to see what he needed to do to get it to work. She had never taught someone how to do this before, so it was definitely going to be a learning experience for the both of them. ”So what you wanna do is that you wanna… keep your tongue at the bottom of your mouth, and then you’re gonna make an ‘O’ shape with your lips like you’re whistling. Then, just move your throat like you’re making little coughs, but don’t actually cough and blow!”

‘Move your throat like your making little coughs, but don’t actually cough.’

Aiden nodded slowly, pretending that made perfect sense as he accepted the pen. Maybe vape tricks was the wrong avenue to go with this, but he was already committed. There was nowhere to go for him but up, at this point, so he took the pen and put it back to his lips. He pressed the button and let the smoke fill his mouth again, trying to remember the steps she’d laid out in front of him. ‘Alright, self. Don’t fuck it up.’

He put his tongue in the proper position and pulled the pen away with an O-shape forming in its place. Then came the hard part, trying to cough without coughing? It still didn’t make sense to him, but he did his best. He gave a little attempt to begin. A tiny puff of smoke came out from his mouth — no ring shape, but he had enough smoke left over to try again. And try again he did.

This time, he found success, as a smoke ring left his lips. Before it could dissipate, he blew the rest of the smoke through the center, and smiled at Ellie. “I did it. Hey, you’re not a bad teacher — I promise it was only a little confusing.”

A smile grew on Ellie’s face as she watched Aiden succeed in pulling off the coolest vape trick in her book. This dude wasn’t too bad. Getting a trick that took her months to master on the first time was definitely a feat that deserved to be celebrated. However, Ellie didn’t want to go inside. It was much too stuffy for her, as well as being too loud for her sensitive ears (ironic, since her car was loud).

”Do you know anything else to do here? I don’t wanna go inside because it’s too loud for me.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow at that, and while looking at his drinkless companion, he came to a realization. She didn’t have any booze, because she didn’t want to go inside! “It’s too loud? That’s killer, dude. You want me to run inside and grab you a drink? Actually, I insist. Pick your poison, and I’ll be right back with it.” Aiden offered, smiling at her. He didn’t think it was a party until you were smashed, and the girl couldn’t get smashed if she had to stay out here all day. “I’ll go get us a couple of drinks, and we’ll share them out here, under the stars.”

Ellie nodded and smiled, happy that Aiden was more than willing to go in for her and grab her some drinks. She knew that she wasn’t going to be too happy in there with how loud the music was. ”Just grab me a Coke or something. I can’t really drink since I’m driving tonight.” She took another hit from her vape before continuing with what she was saying, ”Thank you so much!”

Aiden nodded and gave her a thumbs up. “Yeah, no problem. Designated driver, huh? Tough. That’s alright though, I can respect that. I’ll be right back, yeah?” He grinned and turned away, walking off toward the sounds of partying emanating from behind them. It didn’t take long before he returned with a can in each hand, one of which he held out to her.

“Hey, dude. All they had was Dr. Pepper, I hope that’s cool.” He shrugged his shoulders, before cracking his can open, and taking a sip from it, “I guess it’s Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper too? Not bad, no complaints. What kind of car do you drive?” He looked her up and down, and tried to think about who he’d seen her hanging out with before…. AJ? Scott? That seemed right. “I think I’ve seen you around with the car people. So I bet it’s something wicked, isn’t it?”

”Oh damn! They have that? I didn’t even know that! Ellie took the can gleefully, before taking a sip, ”This is my favorite soda. What a surprise.” She then looked at Aiden intently. This guy really wasn’t that bad at all. He was an angel already, compared to some of the other dudes at Fuckboy High BHHS. The type of car she drove… that was a question that she loved being asked. But, she didn’t want to geek out about her car just yet. ”I drive a Chevrolet Corvette. Back when they were real good. My parents got one and helped me restore it as I got older, they said I could have it as soon as I got my license, so here I am today.” Ellie sipped from her Dr. Pepper again, before thinking of a response to Aiden’s follow-up question, ”Yeah, they’re some of my closest buds. We like each other and our cars and we have some good times. Can’t really ask for more.

Ellie then cleared her throat, thinking of a question to ask Aiden. ”What about you? You drive a car? Where in school do you hang out? I haven’t seen you around, so.. don’t take offense.”

“I don’t drive anything fancy, just a Camry. I wish I did, but I don’t think I have the time I need to dedicate to a car, if I want to like… take proper care of it and stuff? Cars are great, but no time no money. I’ll just admire them in Forza.” He laughed and took a sip from his soda, shrugging. Aiden liked playing the game, but he knew it wasn’t really like having a car that you actually tinkered on, and that you really turned the wrench on. It wasn’t the same, but it was kind of close! Besides, he had the driving wheel, and the shifter. With the headset added on, it was pretty damn close to driving in real life. With that out of the way, Aiden decided to dig into what kind of car she had.

“So, back when they were real good? That means it’s a ‘69 Stingray with a drop top, right?”

”A Camry? Dude, there’s nothing wrong with something like that. I’ve seen Camrys kick ass. But, it’s not hard to take care of a car, and there’s no shame in having someone else do it. It’s better if you have someone else do it right than screw it up yourself.” Ellie leaned forward and looked more intently at him. The more they talked, the more she started to like this guy. Sure, he wasn’t like AJ or someone like that, but at least he was grounded and not a douchebag unlike some other people (like a certain rapper).

Aiden’s definition of real good was different though. Ellie’s Corvette wasn’t that old. Not almost eighty years old. No. But, he was a man of taste. Kudos to him. ”Nah. I wish. I have an ‘09 ZR1? Yeah a ZR1. The one that Chevrolet decided to supercharge to hell. Lot of fun to drive but it’s scary when it starts biting you back.” Ellie then pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of her beloved car. ”This might be kinda lame… but her name’s Michelle. She’s my baby.” Ellie paused momentarily, ”Well… it can’t be my baby since it’s older than me, but you know what I mean.”

”Dude, tell me about your car.” Ellie unknowingly put a hand on Aiden’s shoulder and shook it a bit enthusiastically, ”I wanna hear about it.”

Aiden raised an eyebrow as he was shook around by the girl who had a hand on his shoulder. Seemed like she really liked cars. Aiden rolled his eyes, before giving her a nod, “Well, it doesn’t have a name. That is a little lame,” he said in a teasing voice, grinning at her before he carried on talking about his own ride, “let’s see… It’s grey, like the silvery grey. I didn’t want black, and I didn’t want white, either. An actual color? Too much for me, I kinda like to go with the flow and not draw too much attention to myself. The interior is leather, of course, black with red finish. It’s a really nice car, but I haven’t like riced it too much. I don’t know where I’d even start…” He paused as he felt his wrist buzz, looking down at his smart watch, which displayed a notification.

“Hey, I gotta take off. Someone needs me elsewhere… Here’s my number, though. Why don’t you give me a call or a text sometime, though? We can get together and you can like check my car out, and tell me where I can improve?” He smiled and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, an old receipt from Burger King, if it mattered, and scribbled on it with a blue felt tip pen, before handing it over. “Sorry! It was nice meeting you.” He gave her an apologetic smile, and then turned to head off back toward the sounds of the party.

Ellie was actually kind of into the Camry. Odd, considering it was the most mundane car to ever exist. But for whatever reason this boy made it interesting. The car even sounded incredibly boring, but Ellie was loving it. A bummer came to interrupt Ellie’s brief moment of happiness, which really harshed her vibe. Looking up at him, she took the receipt from his hands and stuffed it in her pockets. Not knowing what to say, she just smiled and waved as she watch him go off. Ellie was once again left by her lonesome, which was fine. She could just enjoy herself and her vape. Additionally, she had a fine time watching Yung Steve make an embarrassment of himself trying to catch a football.

CANCELLED.

Allison Bentley

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_{Allison Bentley}

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"Damn! 99/100. So close."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Turbo Nerd
• Ally
• Try-Hard

| | A G E | |

15, 1/15

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Pansexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

No time to work. Study, study, study!

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Freshmen

| | R O L E | |

Nerd

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W H O A M I ?

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Allison ONLY uses Pilot G2 Pens. Allison relies on these pens for pretty much anything and everything. She owns one in every single color imaginable.
• Allison doesn't tolerate anything less that perfection. This includes even 0.01 short of perfect. She starts freaking out.
• Allison also has a low-key adderall addiction. Don't tell her that, though. She knows, and not ashamed of it.

| | D R E A M S | |

Allison wants to graduate as a valedictorian from high school and college.

| | L I K E S | |

• Pilot G2 Pens. Self explanatory.
• Getting that sweet, sweet A+. What the fuck is an A? A-? Allison doesn't believe in anything lower than an A+.
• College ruled paper. Wide ruled is for children.
• Romantic Comedy Movies. They're the only kind of movie Allison actually likes without wanting to puke.
• Thai food. Coconut milk gets her going.

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Not getting an A+. She starts having a mini-breakdown if she doesn't get full marks, which happens more than she believes.
• Slackers. Why come to school if you're not going to make the most of it?
• Snakes. How do they move? Why do they exist?

| | F E A R S | |

Not achieving her goal of valedictorian.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

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| | H I S T O R Y | |

Allison was born to a couple of scientists who came from a very high pedigree and well educated background. So, Allison had a lot to live up to from the start, but she was up to the challenge. Novels by the second grade? No problem. Multiplication by the third grade? She crushed that like Donkey Kong. Her brain is often described as a very odd place to be, but it gets results as reflected in her grades. She has yet to get anything lower than an A in a course. Of course, if A+ were actually counted, then it'd be a whole different story for her.

Now, she attends BHHS and is undertaking some harder classes for someone of her grade. Just one semester in and her streak continues to live. She intends to keep a workload like this throughout her high school career, in hopes of getting into a prestigious school come college application time.

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A C A D E M I C S

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Mathletes

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Everything.
| W O R S T |
Haha!

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Natalia Dyer
pink

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

The ride in the air was a bit strange for everyone once it was put into perspective. Nobody a week ago would've expected to be in the Mexican airspace ready to invade a compound, having a Fast and Furious style revenge story. Not that wasn't due to come, anyway. It was just a part of an average day for most of these people. Namely, Athena and Mark. The two people who actually dealt with criminals every day. Might not have been the same methods, but they weren't going to fight each other for their lines of work today. Right now the focus was on getting revenge for a fallen member of their family.

Soon enough, they had arrived at their dropzone. Ellie had finished gearing up and was ready to wingsuit her way into some recon. Not a bad way to go about it, if she thought so herself. Athena was in charge of closing the door after them, after keeping her brother-in-law from doing so. She really didn't him flying out. Pulling the door open, Athena looked toward Ellie and Mark, who looked ready to jump out of the airplane. The idyllic look on Ellie inspired confidence in the group of people who were needing some semblance of stability in this crazy plan. Ellie knew what she needed to do and how she needed to do it.

Athena gave a thumbs up to Ellie and Mark, before Ellie and probably Mark did the same as well. Nodding, Ellie then put her goggles on and slowly tipped out of the airplane. She let herself get oriented before she deployed her wingsuit. The air collected underneath the flaps and soon she was floating her way down toward the compound. Hopefully nobody could see her at this height. They needed to be quick and fast. Like a lightning bolt. In and out before you could even blink. Only problem was that Ellie didn't know where to go. Mark did, so she had to slow down and let him take point to sniff out the perfect place to insert.

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In the meantime, Athena and Ross were due to land very soon. Athena was given directions to the compound, where they would be the other part of the two-headed assault. Feeling the plane descend, it was almost go time. At least, to get to their rally point so that they could initiate the assault. On the way down, Athena checked her pistol. There was one in the chamber as well as a full magazine. Perfect. Watching the ground get closer and closer, eventually they had touched down and it was go-time. Time to find a means of transport. Of course, Mark's original idea of having dirt bikes wasn't exactly very smart considering how much cargo they had.

Once it was time to grab their bags, she slapped Ross's hand away as he was going to reach for his. Not in her house. Nope. She carried all of those bags as she stepped out into the rather warm and humid Mexican air. Now the problem was finding an SUV. An SUV would've been more inconspicuous. Eyeing a stray Jeep nearby, Athena beckoned. "C'mon, I've got an idea." The police officer mentioned, before walking over to the empty vehicle.

It was Mexico. Not like anyone was going to miss this vehicle anyway. Walking over to it, Athena did a quick inspection of it. It looked clean, and it was the variant where the roof was off, so she just hurled the bags into the back and climbed into the front seat. Was what she did really illegal? Yeah. But, in a land like this, sometimes the rules just had to be broken. Athena then snaked down underneath the dashboard to hotwire the car. Considering she was a Rossi, it wasn't too surprising that she knew how to do this.

The Jeep roared to life, and Athena quickly put it into first and set off. The people inside still didn't know that their beloved Jeep was gone. Wonderful. On the way, Athena typed in the coordinates on a GPS of sorts that was also inside the vehicle. More and more conveniences. Nice. It was going to be quite a drive, but it was better than being on bikes the whole damn time.

"This plan better fucking work. I don't know about you, but the only thing I want to do in Mexico is enjoy myself... not shoot up a drug cartel."

CANCELLED.

_{Featuring: Lillian Henry}

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Lillian Henry. Christian extraordinaire and Lover of God. Tonight was a calm and peaceful night cooped up in her room. Just her, the gentle music playing from her bluetooth speaker, and her phone. But what could she do tonight? She’d finished her homework like the good student that she was, and everyone she knew was at the party.

That was it! There was bound to be something with the party on Snapchat. Taking her phone in her hands, she pulled up Snapchat on her phone. It was crazy that such an old app was still relevant today, even after the shitty updates along the way. Scrolling past the sea of opened red arrows, she eventually found her way onto the public story that the party had. This was going to be great.

Lily was finally going to be able to see what in God’s name they were up to. She knew the whole lot of them were sinners. She didn’t want to be associated with such a vile bunch of people, hence her being at home instead like the good person she was. God was coming to strike them down with fire and fury come judgment day.

She knew that someone like Marshall Radley was going to be burning at the lowest ring of hell. That faggot. The sheer thought of his existence was enough to make Lily’s stomach turn. He was one of the most unnatural of them all. Men weren’t supposed to be with other men, and the amount of sin that he possessed in his body was just too much. Lily hoped that he was one of the first ones God would strike down. The Faggots deserved to burn, the whole lot of them. Marshall, Paul, Toby - all of them. Even the bisexual ones, too. It was Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.

Moving onto the next slide, she saw someone who she also didn’t like. Trevor Wells. Now granted, she didn’t have much against him, but she had a crush on him and he shut her down, so that soured her opinion on him. Though, he was a ginger, so it wasn’t like he had much of a soul anyway. Neither did his stupid girlfriend, either. They were probably going to break up soon anyway. How could two souls become one if neither person had one in the first place?

Lily audibly scoffed, before moving onto the next snap. Brynn Payne. She was definitely a Payne in Lily’s ass. Just because she lost weight and joined the group of those brainless thots known as Candyland didn’t make her any better. Lily kind of hoped she stayed fat though, so that God would take her earlier and get rid of her on this Earth.

Rolling her eyes, she came across a snap of the cute little Korean girl known as Min-Seo. Yeah, no. She wasn’t cute. She had no place here. There were enough of these fucking gooks at the school already, and another one of them wasn’t going to make things better. There were billions of them across the pond. Why would they be coming here? Why couldn’t she have been from the other side of the Korean border and ended up like the rest of the people from there? Not like she would’ve been missed. It was one measly girl out of billions of people that looked just like her.

Sam was in the background of that snap, and that sort of struck a nerve with Lily. Since the first time they laid eyes, Lily despised her. That was the “short-haired Sam” era, where she knew that she was nothing but unpure. So what if she fought people for a living? That just meant her brain was going to be turning into mush, which was going to lead to CTE and eventually she was going to end up hanging from the ceiling or with her brains splattered on the wall. Good riddance, whenever that happens.

Marina Dover. Now that was a specimen that Lily didn’t like. Sure, she had a cool accent, but that was the only thing that Lily actually liked about her. This made Sam Lassiter look like an angel, with all the sluttery and drugs she consumed. She was nothing but a no good whore, and she was going to be nothing better than one in the future. Lily expected to find her in the middle of nowhere, sucking some homeless guy off for some cheap blow and living off of welfare.

The next person was also someone that Lily didn’t like (do you see a recurring theme here, guys?). Fawn Woods. What an abomination. First off she couldn’t hear in the first place. Why would you ever want a baby that couldn’t even hear? One of these days, she was going to get hit by a car because she couldn’t have heard it coming, and the world would be a better place for it. The less of these abominations there were in the world, the more likely there were to be people who actually deserved to be on this world.

Jamie Callaghan? Hah! What a fag. Same thing went for the rest of his kind. They deserved to be culled. Rounded up into a pen like the animals that they were, and put out of their misery. How selfish were they? Lily didn’t understand faggots like Jamie.

She also didn’t understand someone like Quincy. A girl with a boys name? Might as well have thrown her in the pen with all the other faggots in there too. All she ever seemed to do was to smoke weed. Not productive for society, eh? If you consumed drugs, you deserved to be locked up and killed to be dumb enough to put that filth in your body.

Panda. What kind of fucking name was Panda? What an awful name to even even worse person. It didn’t take a genius to know that she was also one of the faggots. Sure, she tried to hide it, but Lily saw right through it. She knew. She wished that faggots like her would see the light, but evidence had shown that it would never be the case. They needed to be exterminated, like a cancer.

So did Gary. He deserved to be rid of as well. Not because he was gay, as far as she knew, but just because of how useless he was. All he ever did was start trouble, and there was no place for that in God’s world. God was going to take care of him, and she hoped that he would suffer a painful punishment for wasting the life that God had been so kind to give him.

Olivia was the same story as Sam. Lily knew that one of these days, she’d see on the news that Olivia had committed suicide because of all that brain damage she took from fighting. She knew those people had nothing in that skull of theirs. Whatever, it wasn’t like they were good for anything else, anyway. Otherwise they wouldn’t be fighting in the first place.

Yung Steve? He was a fool. Did he really actually think he was some hot shit? He was no better than any other of those chinks. Ariseo, Kaznami, Ching Chong Li- they all looked the same to her anyway. The so called “music” he was creating was better suited in the garbage can, especially with those sinful lyrics that he wrote. You might as well have thrown Steve in there as well, as you couldn’t have a better fit.

And there was that freshman, Kit. Lily actually felt bad for Kit. She was new to school but already she was on a path of sin, one that there was no coming back from. Hanging out with people like whiny fuck Henry and his chink girlfriend Miniana was going to be something that God couldn’t forgive. What a shame, though. She was adorable but she wasn’t ever going to see the light, and those who weren’t going to see it deserved what was coming to them.

Hailey was another person that Lily could’t stand. She was just an overall bitch. But, deep down inside, Lily knew that she wasn’t going to amount to much. She wasn’t jackshit. She was just all daddy’s money, and once the Green Corporation was going to fail, so was she. You take that money out of the equation and she’d sink like the Titanic. But, knowing how corporations were, someone was going to be behind Hailey being kidnapped and held for ransom. Maybe she’d be killed. It’d be better if she was.

Trixie Kingsley was someone who really rubbed Lily the wrong way. Nothing but a cheating whore. Not like her ex-boyfriend was any better, but cheating was probably one of the worst things you could do. Even someone like Lily knew that. Trixie deserved the worst. She deserved whatever sexually transmitted disease she was going to get from being the whore that she was.

Finally, last and equally least, AJ Tyler was the last snap on the story. The guy liked racing fast cars, yeah? Well, Lily took solace in the fact that he was most likely going to crash and end up a vegetable for the rest of his life. It was what he deserved. He was an asshole for being who he was and endangering other people. Quite frankly, death was too kind of a release for him.

The story concluded and Lily sighed. She looked at the time. It was getting late, which meant that Lily should probably head to sleep.

That she did, happy that she was able to internally vocalize her hatred for everyone.

CANCELLED.

_{A Collaboration Feat- oh shit, wait… this isn’t a collab? Hot damn!
Featuring: Yung Steve, Justin Quentin, Brianna Chang}

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Suave Steve. Hot Steve. Sexy Steve. Swaggy Steve.

Yung Steve was feeling himself at this party as usual. Free drinks was a surefire way to make sure he showed up at any school function. Either that, or a promise that he was going to be able to perform his bangers. Obviously he wasn’t performing tonight (thank god), so he was taking advantage of the free drinks. Yung Stevey was a rum and coke kind of guy, that being 99% coke and like three drops of rum inside. The only thing lighter than the living legend himself was his tolerance for alcohol, and a drunk Yung Steve wasn’t exactly the best kind of Yung Steve. Not if you liked your shoes barf-free.

He was bobbing his head to the killer tunes. They weren’t bad, but the aspiring rapper knew that he could do better. He knew some of his tunes would really liven up the place, but little did he know that it would only be because of the beats and not the lyrics. Taking a meager sip of his “rum and coke” he continued to relish in his own company. People slept on him, and that was okay. He just wished that people slept with him instead.

Seeing Justin Quentin, the recently promoted quarterback pass by, Yung Steve couldn’t have passed up the opportunity to call him over. The first man to hit up his local quarterback? He didn’t mind if he did… even though if he actually wasn’t.

”Yo Justin! What’s up, bro!

Justin heard his name over the music somehow, and turned around to see that it was Yung Steve. Oh boy. Discount Yeezy over here wanted a piece of him. He didn’t have a problem with Yung Steve as a person, but his tunes - well let’s just say that Justin thought that he would be able to produce a better product after some milk and a couple of minutes on the toilet than however long it takes for Yung Steve to make a so-called “banger”.

He couldn’t turn down Yung Steve though. There was no reason not to, and now that he had made eye contact with him. Walking over to his table, Justin dapped Yung Steve before he returned the question that everyone asked but nobody wanted to truly answer.

”Ah, y’know. Just getting turnt… getting my drink on… ya feel me?”

Yung Steve raised his glass and stuck out his tongue to emphasize the point that he was getting ‘turnt’. Justin chuckled sheepishly. He was going to raise his drink, before he realized that it wasn’t exactly smart considering the drink that he had. It was a strawberry daiquiri, with more strawberry than alcohol in it. It wasn’t exactly the most manly of drinks, and Yung Steve apparently thought the same about his drink.

”Yo dude! Is that a girl drink! What the fuck, man? I thought you were some big baller like Lonzo.”

”What? This drink? This isn’t mine. I’m just holding it for someone, if you catch my drift.”

Yung Steve blinked for about two seconds, before nodding and pointing toward Justin.

”Ahhh I see… my boy Justin over here getting it! Damn that’s wassup!”

Holy shit. The lie actually worked. Just how dumb was Yung Steve? Justin couldn’t believe that the lie actually worked. Now what was he gonna do? The conversation appeared to grind to a stop, which left Justin and Yung Steve at an impasse. Justin was going to take this opportunity to exit the conversation and leave Yung Steve by his lonesome.

Yung Steve really did think that Justin was holding a strawberry daiquiri for someone. Why wouldn’t he be? He was one of the coolest guys alive. He was the only person to help Yung Steve out when he lost out on that football clout after being cut from the team. He had nothing but respect for his quarterback.

”Alright Steve-”

”Yung Steve, but go on.”

”Right… Yung Steve, uh I’m gonna head outside and just get some fresh air. I’ll check you later, man.”

”Wait shit, no way? I was about to do the same thing!”

Justin internally rolled his eyes, but externally he flashed a smile, an awkward one, but it was still something. What was he going to do now? He couldn’t just leave Yung Steve hanging but he didn’t want to be tied down by him either. He might as well have stuck it out and actually gave the poor kid some attention. Nobody else was going to, so it was up to him to be an upstanding member of the community and take one for the team.

”Tell you what. I’ll meet you outside. I’ll catch up with you… I just gotta find the girl that this belongs to.”

”Alright man, suit yourself! I’ll catch you outside.

As soon as Yung Steve departed from his table, Justin stared him down until he left the room. At that point, he pulled the straw of his strawberry daiquiri out and downed it as fast as he could. That wasn’t a good idea, and his body told him so almost immediately. Feeling the wrath of brain freeze was no bueno as he put his hands up to his temples. He waited just a bit before it subsided, exhaling before he left the dance floor/bar.

Stepping outside, Justin came to see that Yung Steve somehow got his hands on a football. The quarterback was confused, but he wasn’t going to question it. The bigger question was why the air smelled faintly of vanilla and cigarette smoke, but that was something he decided to forgo in lieu of Yung Steve.

”Yo Justin! Catch!”
Yung Steve threw, or at least attempted to, the football. It wasn’t exactly the best throw he’d seen. As a matter of fact, it was just straight up awful. It was wobbly and the ball wasn’t even pointed toward Justin. The quarterback did still manage to catch it, though.

”Pass it back, my dude!”

Yung Steve hopped up with his hands in the air, not realizing that he wasn’t in the proper position to catch the ball. Justin sighed as he took the football in his hand, getting warmed up as he was going to get into a game of catch with Yung Steve.

”Alright. Coming in hot!”

Justin turned perpendicular to Yung Steve, planting his lead foot down pointed toward Yung Steve as he wound up his arm behind him. Justin then opened up his hips and brought his arm over, following through and bringing his thumb to his pocket as he threw the football to Yung Steve.

Watching the ball sail, Yung Steve was tracking it perfectly, stepping back to give himself room. He really did look like he was going to catch it, until he didn’t. The ball met his hands, but Yung Steve couldn’t coordinate his hands to grip the ball. As a result, it bounced straight out and onto the deck.

”Good throw, dude! I’ll get it next time!”

Taking the football, Yung Steve just flung the ball forward which lead to an absolute duck. Justin caught it with ease, though. The display right now would explain exactly why Yung Steve didn’t make it on the football team. Repeating the same motion, Justin threw a slightly softer ball toward Yung Steve, which he still managed to drop. It was like Yung Steve’s hands were made of butter. No. Actually, butter got sticky, which would do a better job than those things Yung Steve called hands.

”I swear, Justin, I’m gonna make the team next year! Bet on it!”

Justin laughed as he received the ball from Yung Steve, before holding the ball to respond to Yung Steve’s ridiculous comment. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He saw birds with better hands than Yung Steve, and birds didn’t even have hands.

”Alright dude, I’ll be sure to throw to you the most!”

The starting quarterback was painfully aware that he was inflating Yung Steve’s ridiculously inflated ego, but he also didn’t want to be a party pooper. For the time being, Justin was just going to have to live with Yung Steve’s antics.

”Hey guys, mind if I join?”

Brianna had emerged from seemingly nowhere, stepping up to the boys who were playing a game of catch at a party. Nothing better to do, huh? It’s okay. Brianna didn’t have anything better to do either anyway.

For Justin, Brianna was a godsend. He didn’t really know much about her besides that he thought she was a guy earlier in the year. However, he- er she was bound to have better hands than Yung Steve. Justin pivoted and threw the football to Brianna, who caught it perfectly. Thank god, someone who could finally catch.
Brianna then threw it to Yung Steve, who actually wasn’t quite that bad at throwing. Taking a closer look at her, Justin realized where he recognized her from. Yung Steve, of course, failed to catch the ball.

”Hey… aren’t you that girl who hangs out with the Combat Club? Like with Owen and them? Not the tall chick... uh… Brianna, right?”

”Yes sir. You got that right.”

”Oh shit. That’s cool, dude. Those people in the Combat Club are some cool people.”

”Oh fuck! You’re part of the combat club?

Yung Steve hurled the ball to Justin in an embarrassingly terrible motion, before turning to Brianna who had formed a triangle between the three.

”Those dudes are my boys!!! Especially Owen.”

”Wait… you’re that rapper? Lil Steve?”

Yung Steve had the most perplexed look on his face as Brianna mislabeled him. He looked at her as if she had murdered his dog in front of him. How dare she? How dare she slander the name of Yung Steve? Damn it, another sheep that needed education.

”No. It’s Yung Steve. Not y-o-u-n-g, but y-u-n-g.”

Brianna raised her hands apologetically for getting Yung Steve’s name wrong. Seems like this guy carried himself seriously. She respected the hustle, and to a lesser extent, the attitude.

”Alright Yung Steve… why don’t you drop some bars for us? Use my name and Justin’s name as part of the lyrics. Justin can bring some beats.”

Justin promptly pulled out his phone and went on YouTube to find some instrumental. Something heavy with bass just like Yung Steve’s style. He finally found one and cranked his phone to max volume. The three stepped in closer to hear the bars and the beat faster. Yung Steve did a little weird ass dance to get warmed up as he was formulating the lyrics in that weird mind of his.

Justin and Brianna Rap
_{by Yung Steve}

”Aw yeah. Check it.
My boy Justin
He ain’t bustin’
His sandwiches don’t leave the crust in
He don’t fuck with no crustaceans
All he gets are the bonds
He’ll throw the ball across the pond
Not like he needs a wand
He a big baller,
And he don’t need to get taller.

Now, this girl Brianna
She got a key on ya.
She’ll beat you into Africa
Yuh, bless the rains
Uh, she gonna reign
Like she Bane
She ain’t tame
Don’t give me no blame
I just want the fame
And she want the game."

A glass of milk was all it took to make something better than Yung Steve’s raps. Justin and Brianna were trying their damndest to avoid laughing at how bad these bars were.

CANCELLED.

_{A Collaboration Between: @Bee, @Fabricant451, @Lovely Complex, and [@melissahart]
Featuring: Olivia Lee. Roz Norcross, Laurel Evanson and Honey Dalton}

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This was not ideal. Olivia thought it would be all fun and games in this room, but now after having all of their clothes disappear, things weren’t so fun after all. Running around the room in her undies, Olivia looked in every single nook and cranny that was possible to find her dress along with whatever else everyone else was wearing.

Now usually, if this was the summertime, it wouldn’t be so bad. But this was a boat in the Pacific Ocean in late winter. It wasn’t exactly beach weather, and Olivia (and surely the others) really didn’t feel like catching pneumonia. ”I could’ve sworn our shit was right here!” Olivia scratched her head, before turning around, ”Any ideas, guys?” The fighter was sure that it wasn’t a plan by one of them. So who would be dumb enough to steal the clothes of some of the toughest girls on campus?

Oblivious to the temperature of the room because she was one, still glowy clothed, and two, drunk AF, Honey leaned in closer toward Roz, not quite hearing that she agreed to ‘hang’ in the form of going out on the dock for air. The chatter was loud, since the girls still had a fair audience. Most enjoying the fact that someone stole their clothes. Someone in the crowd most definitely saw a tiny redhead crawling under the table, but that someone also didn’t care enough to stop her because naked girls for an entire boat party was far more rewarding than them clothed.

“Roz, did you lose intentionally so you could show some skin?” The dimpled blonde, whose smile was child-like and unbelievably sweet, with face point on that made it seem like she was wearing a glow-in-the-dark masquerade mask, innocently batted her light brown eyes. Even though outwardly, this sounded like her flirting, internally she was curious like a curious cat because based on her observation, Roz looked like an experienced card player, like her dad and uncles. Good poker face, a few tricks up their sleeves, and a winner’s demeanor. The loss didn’t add up unless it was intentional. For her, perhaps? Don’t get too excited, Honey Girl. Roz is just good at putting on a show. A show she was lucky enough to watch.

Such a lucky girl.

If the mood of the room was annoyance and anger, then Roz didn’t get the memo. Of the ones who had risked their skin in a friendly game of cards, Roz was somehow showing less than the others while also showing more. Her vest was doing a poor job at covering her very topless self but she at least still had her pants on; this was probably for the best as, like her bra had been before it was whisked away, her panties were not exactly built for showing off. In light of the incident, Roz had more immediate concerns to focus on, what the hell did she care if an old bra and an older shirt were stolen. At worst it’d fetch a few bucks. For Roz, what mattered wasn’t her revealing outfit, but the fact that there was a very drunk girl who was in need of supervision. Given the sorts of people on this boat, Roz wasn’t about to throw the girl to the wolves. Or the Sharks.

”Intentionally lose? Does that seem like something I would do?” Of course, Roz did in fact intentionally lose a hand but that was before she had the vocal cheering section of one. Luck of the draw was not in her favor tonight, though with a deck stacked towards the others how could it have been? ”And suppose I did. Lose intentionally. I seem to remember someone saying to ‘take them off’ but maybe I’m misremembering. Chalk it up to the booze, yeah?” Roz was almost enjoying the little side conversation, at least enough to give it her full attention. Whatever her fellow strippers-in-arms were talking about might as well have been a foreign language where Roz was concerned.

Patting her flushed cheeks, caught red handed from fangirling moments ago, Honey rested her cold hands on her face and cutely blew her bangs out of it. Roz was too smart for her own good! Or less drunk. Probably not drunk at all. Sighing in defeat, Honey admitted to her bold actions, “Even if I didn’t drink, which hey, Zombies are really good, but like, really strong, like so strong, it wants to make me dead, I’d still cheer you on! MAYBE less obvious. MAYBE less ballsy. But, and this is a big BUT, I’d still cheer you on.” Was this inadvertently a confession? Honey didn’t know. She was just being honest. Jax told her if people couldn’t handle the truth, they weren’t worth your time! Man, now that she thought about it, her brother was kind of cut-throat growing up… brutally honest, but honest nevertheless. Honesty was the best policy. No matter how sharp or dull it it was.

Laurel exhaled loudly in disbelief of the scenario they were currently facing. Well this was just great!

Not.

Gambling was a win or lose, and in this situation, she was most definitely losing. Not only was she nearly naked, but her clothes- not to mention one of her favorite outfits- had vanished. They say in Casinos that the house always wins, no matter how much you gain, and that saying rang true right now. Turning to Olivia as her cheeks began to grow redder, Laur nervously bit her fingernails and spoke. “You could’ve sworn? It’s either the clothes were there, or they were not, there’s no in between.” She replied in a huff. Standing up and looking around, she tried to see if anyone was playing some sort of sick prank on them. “Ha, ha, very funny guys. Now give us our clothes back.” Laurel spat at the crowd, to which she was met with empty gazes and the shaking of heads.

”They were there. I’d bet my panties that they were literally at our feet.” Olivia got up from looking underneath a couch of some sort and shook her head. ”I think we’ve got ourselves a thief, folks. Now the question is… who?” Olivia put her hands on her head and started walking around again. ”Can’t be that hard to spot a yellow dress, though. I think I’ve got an idea.”

Olivia ducked inside the bathroom for just a second to look for towels. Not those pussy ass small hand towels, but the big boy full-sized ones. It took her a cool forty-five seconds to finally find a stack of these towels, before she walked outside and handed one to Laurel. ”This is gonna be our ‘dress’ while we hunt this fucker down. Got it?”

Whatever was going on at the other side of the table was their business; of the three who had been victims of grand theft clothing, Roz was the least concerned. She had almost wanted to smirk at it all; wasn’t it Laurel who had mentioned hoping for an audience while the game was in its infancy? And yet now it was all panic and fluster. Roz was noticing a bit of a trend. So many liked to talk the talk but when it came to actually backing up the words, it was as disappointing as this party. Well, as she was engaged in a conversation that was at least a few notches above worrying about crappy clothes, the party was looking up just a tad.

”Is that right? You sound like a fan, but unless I’ve got some double life I don’t know about, I ain’t exactly done anything to gush over. No sports, no nothing. Ain’t even at the top of the class. You must be drunker than you look if you think I’m worth cheerin’ on.” Roz wasn’t quite sure how to take the information that she had a cheering fan; if she ever needed to start a fan club at least she knew who would make for a founding member.

“If anyone’s told you you’re not worth cheering on, they’re buttcheeks.” Honey made a grumpy face, before shaking her head in disagreement, “Heyyyyy, I may be drunk but my daddy says a drunk mind speaks a sober heart and I’ve never, ever, ever told a lie before!”

Looking over to the perturbed girls, Honey tilted her head in confusion, “Here take my hoodie.” She tossed it at the blond. Technically it wasn’t her’s to give, but hey, “I can get a new one! No biggie.” Shi would forgive her. With her jacket now off, her shoulders and stomach were bare and exposed. Her strapless sports bra only covered so much, but she didn’t care. People could get a better look at the universe on her skirt!

Not really explaining what she liked about Roz, Honey bounced up, yes, her chest also giving a little bounce, and she grinned down at her crush, “I want more drink. You should come with me!”

Laurel was about to put on the towel as a pseudo-dress, but was eternally thankful when Honey threw the hoodie at her. It may have been sheer, but it was certainly better than nothing. Nodding in appreciation, she slipped the holographic fabric over her shoulders and zipped up the sweatshirt. Now calmer, she attempted to think of at least a semblance of a plan. “I guess the only thing we can do is go and look. We’ve got nothing less to lose.” Replying to Olivia with a smirk, she glanced over to Roz. “Hey, you coming?” She asked, running a hand through her hair.

Watching Honey chuck her weird sweater thing at Laurel, Olivia finished putting on her towel-dress. Looking over at Laurel, she nodded in agreement with her plan. ”Sounds like a good plan to me.” She tightened the dress and made sure it wouldn’t accidentally fall off before gesturing to the open door. ”Whoever I find is gonna like… get it.”

What an odd sort this drunkent hot mess was. Who said ‘buttcheeks’? If Roz had to hazard a guess, and she was, she was dealing with someone who might not have been used to alcohol or the vibe of parties like this. As much as she liked to claim she knew everything about everyone, there were some gaps in her knowledge. Roz figured it was a good thing that she didn’t immediately know everything about this girl. That way she could be surprised, pleasantly or otherwise. The surprise came when she tossed a hoodie to Laurel which was probably not a huge, grandiose gesture but it was a nice, charitable gesture all the same and that was rare enough by the students of Beverly Hills High to impress Roz. Roz was so impressed that her eyes didn’t so much as glance when Honey did a little bounce, they were on Honey’s face as if Roz were trying to get a read on the girl, to see what she was like outside of the drunken antics. Honest, potentially altruistic, there was something there, a diamond in the outhouse that was this entire school. Curious.

“Am I coming?” Roz finally took a moment to break her gaze to the others in the game room, specifically to Olivia. “Not unless you take my pants off too, and even then I don’t think you’re quite up to the task. Nah. What I’m doing is going. With her.” Roz gestured with her head towards Honey before turning back to face her once more. ”Someone’s gotta keep her from getting into trouble. You kids have fun with your naked shit, I’m sure you’ll find someone out there thinking of you in their rooms tonight.”

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