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My name is Alora, most people call my Ally.




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"Hey man, do you think Mrs. Benson would take a paper about the effects of weed on mental health? I mean, it's a legit thing so she has to right?"

Alaric stopped as he grabbed the keys to his lovely abode from his pocket, jingling them round until he found the right one. "She'd probably fail you.on principal. That hag has a stick up her ass longer than the wall of china. She'd make a better nun than a damn teacher." Behind him Parker snickered, the guy was someone Alaric hung out with and shared psychology classes with. They were stopping by the apartment that he shared with Conner so he could grab his secret stash and bail to the music rooms. "God psychology is a drag, you don't even like Psychology Rick, why the hell are you taking it?" Unlocking the door and walking inside, the duo made their way towards Alaric's bedroom. "The same reason you are Parker, to make the big man at home stay off my ass." Speaking of his psychotic father, Alaric had been surprised that he hadn't gotten some sort of phone call or message about the video and the Academic probation. He had been damn sure that he'd get an earful from Alistair, the Golden Child had to do the scolding because Harvey Blackwood couldn't care enough to do it himself.

"Oh yea, that would have to be anyone's reason to --- oh my God you've been robbed!" Parker's words ran together as Alaric swung the heavy wooden door open. The sight in front of the duo was like something out of a movie, almost every single thing the blonde owned was littered on the floor. Posters were ripped from the walls, dresser drawers thrown open and on the floor, jewelry scattered everywhere. It really did look like someone had come in looking for something, but if it was a robber the whole apartment would be trashed. The rest of the apartment had looked perfectly fine and he had a sinking feeling that Conner's room would be alright.

That's when something caught his eye, something that made his blood boil.

Everyone who knew Alaric would know that there was one possession that had sentimental value, an object that he would never give up in his entire life. His very first guitar was smashed into pieces. While it wasn't all that nice or expensive it was one of the only things he'd gotten for himself without the help of his parent's money. He learned how to play on it, when he was frustrated or sad he ran right to that guitar and played his feelings out. Alaric could feel himself shaking as he bent down and grabbed half of the broken instrument, this wasn’t a robbery. No, this was done on purpose to send a message...and he knew exactly would want to send a message like this.

"Dammit!"

Parker picked up a piece of paper off the desk, he read off how campus security had been informed there were drugs on the property and had gotten permission to check for said drugs. This made Parker scoff as he picked up a plastic bag full of weed that had been sitting in plain sight. "For a raid they did a really bad job, I mean they didn't even take the weed! Actually...I swear they took some, the hell?"

This only made him angier. "They weren't here for the fucking weed Parker. They were here to make sure I got a message...and I got it pretty loud and clear. God he's a psychopath!" Alaric kicked a canister across the room, his father had no limits when it came to his kids and reputation was everything in that man's world. The video might not have only shown him in the background but even that was too much. He was so worked up that he couldn't stop shaking, how could anyone be so messed up? Parker could see just how upset his friend was, while he didn't know all the details he did know that Harvey Blackwood was a force to be reckoned with. "Man...That’s just messed up dude..."

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The only thing to do in a situation like that was to get black out drunk. For Alaric that was easy, with Parker and his never ending connections with alcohol that was even easier. The duo were sure to get wasted and if Conner had come home the two probably wouldn't have been coherent enough to even notice. The two weren't bad drunks either, unlike some who were rowdy and aggressive Alaric and Parker were just silly and wanted to have some fun. That night Alaric thought it would be a good idea to see how long it'd take him to peel all the oranges in the fridge.

At some point during the night Parker was going through Alaric's phone when a name stuck out. "Ricky my dude....who's Lola?"

Hearing that name made the blonde poke his head up from behind the couch, an orange in hand as he thought. "Uhhh.....oh! She’s this bombshell I met at the cafe. She looks like...a um...what's it called...a Valerie's secret model!" The orange was ignored as Parker spoke. "Ricky man…It's Victoria...not Valerie.Anyway since Jasper isn't into you like, at all….you should go for this one." Alaric snorted as his laughed, the poor orange flying into the wall with a heavy thud when it slipped out of his hand. "No way, that's like a hobo asking out a queen….and I'm the hobo!" The poor guy flopped back behind the couch, Parker grinning as he clicked the 'send message' button under Lola's name. He should be a good friend and help a pal out.

>>>Hey, you wanna like go out on Friday or something?<<<

Parker was honestly surprised when he got a response, in his head he was thinking it was just a number a girl gave Alaric to get him off her back. It had happened on more than one occasion, while girls were more than happy to get his number seeing him as a drunken idiot tended to ward them off.

>>>Gotta check my schedule but I'm pretty sure I'm free. What are you thinking?"<<<

Holy crap. Parker wondered if this was okay then quickly decided that it was. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't? He could hear Alaric behind the couch struggling to peel the orange he wanted to eat so badly. Yup, definitely something he had to help his friend with, this guy was totally hopeless.

>>>Me, You, The Red Room, Friday at 9?<<<

Alaric popped back up over the couch, peeled orange in hand with a look of triumph on his face. "See, I told you I could do it!" Parker never said he couldn't but that was besides the point. Alaric didn't notice that his phone had been snatched and rolled over to get more alcohol. Parker tossed the phone onto the couch and followed suit, completely forgetting what he was doing as the two slipped into happy drunken fools. Neither one noticed an unread text message.

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When Alaric woke up at almost noon the next moment his head was pounding, he could barely remember the night before. Beside him Parker was still passed out. He shuffled around the apartment looking for his cellphone, finding it under the couch. He noticed that he had an unread message and didn't hesitate to check it, though when he did he thought he was going to pass out again. What in the world had this idiot gotten himself into?

>>>The Red Room, huh? Look at you, pulling out the big guns! 😂
It's a date.
I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into.😏😈🤭😘<<<


When Friday rolled around Alaric, who hadn't been on a proper date in his life, found himself preparing for a night out with Lola Russo.








"Hey man, do you think Mrs. Benson would take a paper about the effects of weed on mental health?"

Alaric stopped as he grabbed the keys to his lovely abode from his pocket, jingling them round until he found the right one. "She'd probably fail you.on principal. That hag has a stick up her ass longer than the wall of china." Behind him Parker snickered, the guy was someone Alaric hung out with and shared psychology classes with. They were stopping by the apartment that he shared with Conner so he could grab his secret stash and bail to the music rooms. "God psychology is a drag, you don't even like Psychology Rick, why the hell are you taking it?" Unlocking the door and walking inside, the duo made their way towards Alaric's bedroom. "The same reason you are Parker, to make the big man at home stay off my ass." Speaking of his psychotic father, Alaric had been surprised that he hadn't gotten some sort of phone call or message about the video and the Academic probation. He had been damn sure that he'd get an earful from Alistair, the Golden Child had to do the scolding because Harvey Blackwood couldn't care enough to do it himself.

"Oh yea, that would have to be anyone's reason to --- oh my God you've been robbed!" Parker's words ran together as Alaric swung the heavy wooden door open. The sight in front of the duo was like something out of a movie, almost every single thing the blonde owned was littered on the floor. Posters were ripped from the walls, dresser drawers thrown open and on the floor, jewelry scattered everywhere. It really did look like someone had come in looking for something, but if it was a robber the whole apartment would be trashed. That's when something caught his eye, something that made his blood boil.

Everyone who knew Alaric would know that there was one possession that had sentimental value, an object that he would never give up in his entire life. His very first guitar was smashed into pieces. While it wasn't all that nice or expensive it was one of the only things he'd gotten for himself without the help of his parent's money. He learned how to play on it, when he was frustrated or sad he ran right to that guitar and played his feelings out. Alaric could feel himself shaking as he bent down and grabbed half of the broken instrument, this wasn’t a robbery. No, this was done on purpose to send a message...and he knew exactly would want to send a message like this.

"Dammit!"

Parker picked up a piece of paper off the desk, he read off how campus security had been informed there were drugs on the property and had gotten permission to check for said drugs. This made Parker scoff as he picked up a plastic bag full of weed that had been sitting in plain sight. "For a raid they did a really bad job, I mean they didn't even take the weed! Actually...I swear they took some, the hell?"

This only made him angier. "They weren't here for the fucking weed Parker. They were here to make sure I got a message...and I got it pretty loud and clear. God he's a psychopath!" Alaric kicked a canister across the room, his father had no limits when it came to his kids and reputation was everything in that man's world. The video might not have only shown him in the background but even that was too much. He was so worked up that he couldn't stop shaking, how could anyone be so messed up? Parker could see just how upset his friend was, while he didn't know all the details he did know that Harvey Blackwood was a force to be reckoned with. "Man...That’s just messed up dude..."

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The only thing to do in a situation like that was to get black out drunk. For Alaric that was easy, with Parker and his never ending connections with alcohol that was even easier. The duo were sure to get wasted and if Conner had come home the two probably wouldn't have been coherent enough to even notice. The two weren't bad drunks either, unlike some who were rowdy and aggressive Alaric and Parker were just silly and wanted to have some fun. That night Alaric thought it would be a good idea to see how long it'd take him to peel all the oranges in the fridge.

At some point during the night Parker was going through Alaric's phone when a name stuck out. "Ricky my dude....who's Lola?"

Hearing that name made the blonde poke his head up from behind the couch, an orange in hand as he thought. "Uhhh.....oh! She’s this bombshell I met at the cafe. She looks like...a um...what's it called...a Valerie's secret model!" The orange was ignored as Parker spoke. "Ricky man…It's Victoria...not Valerie.Anyway since Jasper isn't into you like, at all….you should go for this one." Alaric snorted as his laughed, the poor orange flying into the wall with a heavy thud when it slipped out of his hand. "No way, that's like a hobo asking out a queen….and I'm the hobo!" The poor guy flopped back behind the couch, Parker grinning as he clicked the 'send message' button under Lola's name. He should be a good friend and help a pal out.

>>>Hey, you wanna like go out on Friday or something?<<<

Parker was honestly surprised when he got a response, in his head he was thinking it was just a number a girl gave Alaric to get him off her back. It had happened on more than one occasion, while girls were more than happy to get his number seeing him as a dfunken idiot tended to ward them off.

>>>Gotta check my schedule but I'm pretty sure I'm free. What are you thinking?"<<<

Holy crap. Parker wondered if this was okay then quickly decided that it was. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't? He could hear Alaric behind the couch struggling to peel the orange he wanted to eat so badly. Yup, definitely something he had to help his friend with, this guy was totally hopeless.

>>>Me, You, The Red Room, Friday at 9?<<<

Alaric popped back up over the couch, peeled orange in hand with a look of triumph on his face. "See, I told you I could do it!" Parker never said he couldn't but that was besides the point. Alaric didn't notice that his phone had been snatched and rolled over to get more alcohol. Parker tossed the phone onto the couch and followed suit, completely forgetting what he was doing as the two slipped into happy drunken fools. Neither one noticed an unread text message.

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When Alaric woke up at almost noon the next moment his head was pounding, he could barely remember the night before. Beside him Parker was still passed out. He shuffled around the apartment looking for his cellphone, finding it under the couch. He noticed that he had an unread message and didn't hesitate to check it, though when he did he thought he was going to pass out again. What in the world had this idiot gotten himself into?

>>>The Red Room, huh? Look at you, pulling out the big guns!
It's a date.
I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into.<<<


TIME: Evening
INTERACTION: @Sonnenschein




Cyrus stood in her room, a look of annoyance and anger plastered on her face as she stared at herself in a full length mirror. The outfit that she had spent so long deciding on was now dripping with water, the wet little drops soaking into the rug that she stood on. The green-haired girl had to take a deep breath and slowly let it out as she calmed herself down. Her and Alois had been ready to go and waiting for their younger sister when the duo were hit with water balloons, massive ones. Everyone acted like they had come out of no where, poor maids had begun running around fussing over the dripping princes and while no one else knew she and Alois were certain about who the culprit had been. Cyrus huffed as she pulled the black top over her head, letting the wet garment fall to the floor. She would have to talk with Hanne later, she didn't care that the younger Princess was a bit...wild, but that didn't mean she had to play idiotic pranks right before they needed to leave. Now she had to find something else to wear quickly so that they wouldn't be late. The last thing she needed was their father getting on her ass about why they didn't arrive to the celebration on time.

After she had re-wrapped her chest, Cyrus managed to find a decent outfit to wear. A slim black top that was reminiscent of a split qipao, it was adorned with gold trim and went well with her vivid green hair. To offset the dark top Cyrus decided on a pair of white pants and a simple pair of shoes. She did her best to dry her hair, she was lucky that she didn't need to do anything with it. A plus side of the whole "being a boy" thing was that she didn't need to spend ungodly amounts of time trying to do her hair. Once she was at least partially satisfied Cyrus made her way back downstairs, Hanne was lucky that she was going to ride in a different carriage or else she'd be hearing Cyrus' lecture all the way to Hua'mu. She hated the idea of having to scold her sister and honestly she wasn't too sure of the younger girl would even listen. She really didn't want to have to scold her at all and wished she could just let her sister do what she wanted...but as a Princess there were standards and Hanne just couldn't do as she pleased.



Inside the carriage Cyrus stared out the window, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Hanne and Willa were in a second carriage while Reya was in her own personal carriage. This wouldn't be her first time in Hua'mu and it most definitely wouldn't be her last, though she couldn't remember the last time she had been to an event that was hosted by them. In all honestly she always thought that Princess Minagi hated social events, when they had received the invitation from their allies it had been a surprise. The girl let out a sigh, something she seemed to be doing a lot of today, and settled into the plush seat. Cyrus took a moment to look at her older brother Alois for a moment, a cheeky smile spread across her lips. "I must say, you certainly look more like a prince than I do. I wouldn't be surprised at all if I get mistaken for a girl again...even if I am one." The girl teased. It was difficult to play the role of her fathers perfect "son", his successor. The only people in the world who knew of her real gender were her siblings and parents, not even the maids were allowed to know about it. It had been a struggle as a child, she would see adorable little girls running around in frilly and cute dresses and knew that she would ever be allowed to wear anything similar.

Cyrus' teasing ended quickly as the carriage came to a halt and upon looking out the window she could see that they had arrived at their destination. "Who knows, maybe tonight won't be a complete mess and everyone will get along for once." Wishful thinking on her part, while there was peace among the Kingdoms tensions had slowly been rising among some of the Kingdoms. While a party like this is meant to allow everyone to interact it also allowed some to possibly antagonize others, she wouldn't be surprised if something happened.

Upon stepping out of the carriage the first think Cyrus noticed was the eerie fog that lingered, it made the hairs on her arm stand up. Golden eyes scanned around until they landed on a familiar face, a polite smile gracing her features as she approached the Eldest Princess of Hua'mu. She gave a slight bow in greet before speaking, "Happy birthday, Princess Minagi. We from Estrye greatly appreciate the opportunity to have an enjoyable evening. It will be nice to get away from the political side of things and to have a good time, no?" She asked in good fun. Cyrus watched as Hanne gave her greetinh and went on her way, Willa following after her. Hopefully she would be able to stay out of trouble for the night. Cyrus' eyes then moved to the smaller princess who was silently waiting by her sisters side, she also gave a bow to her. "And Princess Asami, it is good to see you again as well." The little red-haired princess gave a polite nod with a gentle smile but did not speak a word. She never did and while Cyrus was always curious it wasn't her place nor right to ask why.


TIME: Evening
INTERACTION: @Sonnenschein/Open
A Nostalgic Dream




"Frodo sighed and was asleep almost before the words were spoken. Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodo’s hand; and there he sat silent till deep night fell. Then at last, to keep himself awake, he crawled from the hiding-place and looked out. The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or of foot. Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master’s, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodo’s side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep."



Asami's green eyes were glued to the page, she had just flipped open a brand new book and wanted to do nothing more than to sit in her room and discover what adventures it held. Unfortunately it did not seem like she would get to do that. A maid gently knocked on her door, four small knocks and than two louder ones. Because she could not tell them to enter they had made up a special knock to inform her when they were entering. She thought it was incredibly stupid, why make a special knock when she couldn't even say anything for a plain single knock? But Asami knew why the maid was knocking and when she opened the door the dress that was draped over one arm only confirmed it. She frowned slightly, she honestly didn't want to sit for hours - hours that could be spent reading! Though she couldn't lie to herself either, this massive party her sister had decided to hold was exciting and she was thrilled to be able to meet so many new people.

"Come now, Princess. If we are to make you look like a Princess than we must hurry, it take time to look beautiful." The maid said, taking the book that was in Asami's hand and setting it on a nearby table. The red-head stuck her bottom out in a pout as she let the maid usher her towards the mirror. "Now stop that, dear. I know you've been looking forward to this, who wouldn't? It's been much too long since we've held such an affair. Just think of all the handsome men you'll meet." The maid chuckled, dabbing Asami's face with a wet piece of cotton. Asami had to admit that she was looking forward to it, she hoped that maybe she could meet someone special. She was 18 already and had not had a single suitor, her elder sister Asami had dozens by the time she was 18! Sometimes she wondered if it was because she couldn't speak that no one wanted her.



A smile decorated Asami's face as she stared at herself in the mirror. It had taken awhile but she actually was happy with how she looked, for once she didn't look like a child! Her messy red hair was pulled up into an updo, an ornate pin given to her by her mother held it all in place. She wore a white, red and yellow furisode that was light and flowy. The mask in her hand was the same red color as her hair and was accented by yellow feathers, she thought it was a but gaudy but didn't care enough to do anything about it. A little laugh escaped her lips as she twirled around, while she may not speak words Asami often showed her emotion through the noises she made. Laughing, huffing, sighing or even groaning were the one most often heard. "Well I think my work here is done, Princess! I'm glad you liked what I picked out, those colors go wonderfully with that fiery red hair of yours." The older maid said with a proud look. She had been Asami's personal maid ever since her incident, she could probably tell what Asami was thinking with a single look. "Now come, this took much longer than I had anticipated and I'm certain that guests will begin to arrive soon. It would not look good if a Princess was missing, come now dear." Asami was rushed out of the room and into the hall.

Asami stood there in awe at all the people who were already arriving, while she could not see their faces the variety in clothing was different from Kingdom to Kingdom. The poor Princess was beginning to grow overwhelmed with that amount of people and found herself wanting to escape, it didn't really help that she couldn't even introduce herself properly or greet anyone. Already she could see judgmental eyes from people and she hated it. Her kidnapping was something that her family had wanted to keep to themselves and it was something she was thankful for, the last thing she needed was someone trying to ask her what had happened. Asami tried hard not to let it show but she still had trauma from the three days she was held captive - nightmares, lingering fear of the dark and her inability to speak. The doctors said that she hadn't been injured so it was all psychological, though nothing they've tried has worked so far.

The redhead sighed as she adjusted her mask, jumped when laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Instinctively she knew it would be her sister and upon hearing her voice she smiley lightly. She nodded to her sister request to go greet the Guo siblings, her heart skipping a beat just hearing their name. While she had never interacted with them too much she had watched them from afar and they were all wonderful looking. She giggled as she followed Minagi, she was glad that the older girl seemed to be enjoying herself. She knew that her elder sister tried hard to keep her safe and she always worried about her, but she hoped that maybe this party would allow her to let loose a bit. Heck maybe it's a good thing for all these royals.








An Alaric Sterling @Otterpop & Lola Russo @Rosalia Collab

The courtyard was getting busy. More and more people were beginning to mingle, and Alaric decided that he needed some sort of caffeine in his system. He was still upset about the accidental text that Nate had sent. He'd been crushing on Jasper for a hot minute, but had never had the balls to actually do anything about it. And now, she was letting just anyone feel her up. In his mind, that meant she had no interest in him or if she even knew he existed. That thought frustrated him even more. He was always so unsure about trying to get close to people that the ones he was remotely interested in always slipped through the cracks. This wasn't the first time, and he had a gloomy feeling that it wouldn't be the last. He really needed to learn how to land a chick.

"I need a fucking drink…." the blond muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sauntering off towards The Bean. It wasn't alcohol but if he didn't get some sugar soon he was going to get a migraine from hell, guess those doctors were right about caffeine being the same as a drug.

As much as Lola loved starting her day with breakfast at The Bean, there was always that particularly annoying habit she had of wanting to pop in when the place was full. This morning was no exception. With the impromptu assembly having just ended, it was no surprise that the place was packed. In fact, she was only barely able to score a corner table for herself, and had to glare a few people away from her newly marked territory. But as much as she hated being in the middle of a large crowd like this, the delicious taste of a salmon and cream cheese bagel and a french vanilla latte with whipped cream and cinnamon was worth the sacrifice.

With her warm meal now sitting in front of her and the satisfaction of getting away with murder, the young woman decided it was time to treat herself to a little celebratory fun. Smirking, she pulled her cellphone out of her bag and pulled up her text messages: the special person she wanted to reach out to was number three on her list. The nails on neatly manicured fingers clicked against the screen as she typed up a quick text:

To: Coach M
Hey handsome
I know this whole probation scandal must have you feeling all tense and stressed out…
Just say when and where and I’ll go take care of you babe
I’ve missed you
😘😉

Once the message was sent, Lola placed her unlocked phone next to her plate and took a bite out of her bagel. She knew there was a high chance of the recipient not answering right away (he was probably locked in a heated argument with the headmistress about removing his precious son from the probation list), but she still stared intently at her screen in hopes that he would.

Walking into the crowded Cafe made Alaric wish he'd just gone back to his room, people were scattered everywhere and it looked like there were no empty tables. He briefly debated on walking out but the smell of coffee dragged him to the long line of caffeine addicts. The Bean had the best coffee and bagels so it was no surprise that it'd be packed after an assembly, he really should have thought about that before. With a huff he stood in the ridiculous line and spent the time absently scrolling through his social media.

He couldn't believe it took 15 minutes just to get a simple dark roast and a double chocolate muffin. If he hadn't been in a bad mood before he definitely was now, and the limited seating so did not help. Though among the crowd something caught his eye: a bombshell blonde who was sitting alone. He'd seen Lola Russo here and there, maybe said a few words, but never actually talked to the gorgeous woman who was completely out of his league. But he'd had a bad day so far and said fuck it. If he was going to sit somewhere, why not with her?

"If he doesn't text back within 10 minutes he ain't worth it." While he was walking over he'd notice that she kept glancing at her phone. Only a guy would make a girl do that. Without even asking Alaric plopped down at the table, giving the blonde across from him a smug grin. He happened to glance down at the unlocked phone and only read the last bit, lifting an eyebrow before looking away. "Correction: if he doesn't text back he's an idiot because you'd have to be stupid to pass up on you." Why was he able to talk to her so well when he couldn't even approach Jasper? Maybe because he knew a girl like this would never really give him the time of day. Pretty and blonde never mixed well with grunge and drugs.

Like her mother before her, there was a foolproof type of guy that Lola always found herself attracted to. That was, or course, the athletes: men who were tall, lean, slightly (or significantly) older than her, with strong, sharp jawlines, impossibly chiseled bodies, and an impeccable sense of style. The guy sitting in front of her, however, was as opposite from her type as anyone could get. He wasn't terrible to look at, honestly-- and if she was anyone else, she'd find him to be pretty damn cute. But after being with the likes of Cassian Lee, Blake DeStefano, Harrison Cross, Nolan Murphy, and even his dad the Coach Murphy just to name a few, it was easy to see why the blonde wouldn't be impressed right off the bat.

But she was in a good mood today, and she had to give him props for having the balls to approach her in the first place. So instead of turning him down outright, the young woman would play with her food for a little bit instead.

"Tell me something I don't know," the girl finally answered her companion with an arrogant little smirk, raising her eyebrows once before taking a long sip of her latte as she carefully studied him with her gaze. Lola knew for a fact that she'd seen this guy around before, but was still struggling to place him. So to buy herself time, she decided to call him out on the unacceptable behavior she had just witnessed him engage in. "For example: do you just go around snooping on people's text message conversations and barging into their personal spaces like this? Or am I the only one who gets that honor?"

Alaric put a hand to his chest, pretending that her words offended him before reaching for his warm drink and taking a long sip. "Barging into your personal space? I like to think that I saw the cafe was full and sat down at the friendliest looking table."

That earned the blond boy a disbelieving scoff. "Yeah, okay…" she immediately responded, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. There were many words that could be used to describe Lola, and unless you were one of three special girls of the 90210 zip code, friendly was definitely not one of them.

Alaric had a feeling she would call him out for reading her text, in his defense he didn't do it on purpose exactly. "Also I'm not the one who sends saucy text messages and then leaves their phone unlocked for any passing stranger to read. That nerdy girl over there passed just a second ago, maybe she accidentally looked down and took a peak? Who knows."

'Not if she knows what's good for her…' she couldn't help but think as she pressed her lips together into a tight line. Yet as much as she hated to admit it, Lola knew this persistent little stranger had a point. Sure: he should've known it's common sense and politeness to avoid snooping around other people's conversations. But, yes: she had left the door wide open for anyone to take a peek. Lord, since when had she become so careless? Her little victory had definitely gotten to her head, but she needed to get back into the game. The last thing she wanted was to have anyone find out with which very married faculty member she was hooking up with.

He had to admit that teasing her was a bit fun, not his normal cup of tea but it beat being pissed off at the world. He leaned back a bit in his chair, cup of coffee in one hand. "Seriously though, my bad. I try not to let my nosy habits get out of hand but sometimes I just can't control myself."

"Obviously…" came Lola's snarky reply, accompanied by another eye roll and a bite of her bagel. Begrudgingly, she clicked the lock button on the side of her phone, and the screen went immediately black. "There. It's locked. Is that it, or are you still trying to get into my business?"

Why did it feel like all blondes automatically came with an attitude? Alaric just stared at Lola, her snarky remarks doing little to scare him off. "I don't remember actually getting into your business, I just said how someone could be stupid. I actually thought it was pretty funny but that's just me." He downed the last of his drink, setting the empty cup on the table. "Would it be better if we did a do over? Pretend the last 3 minutes didn't happen? Hi, I'm Alaric and I swear I'm not some weirdo who invades people's privacy." Thinking he was hilarious the boy gave her a cheeky grin, he had no idea where he was trying to take the conversation. Just sort of going with the flow at this point.

Once again, the young woman took a moment to sip the last of her coffee while staring Alaric down. Well color her impressed... There was something to be said about a man who didn't get irritated, defensive or fled when faced with the brash attitude Lola presented at first. It was a tactic she used to weed out those whose weak personalities wouldn't be able to survive around her, and to find those who would be brave enough to stick around. So far, this Alaric dude had proven himself to be capable of handling her. It was time to stop playing games and give him a shot at a real conversation with who she really was.

Smirking with satisfaction, the blonde sat up straight and leaned forward in the young man’s direction. "I'm Lola. And if you let me start over and buy you another coffee, I promise I'll prove to you I'm not as bitchy as I pretend to be," she answered, reaching out to place her hand over Alaric's and offering him an actual friendly smile.






Elliot was absently sipping on the soda he'd bought when a pair of hands blocked his view, a familiar voice making a silly pun. He chuckled a bit, using his free hand to remove the hands and turn to look at the small blonde girl who had been hiding behind him. "You know, that is like super cringy Evie...also predictable. You need to come up with some new material." The boy teased, using a finger to straighten the lenses on his face. He downed the last bit of liquid from the metal can and tossed it into a nearby trashcan before looking back to his blonde friend. "I'm just going to assume you got that ridiculous text because you get everything because your friends with everyone somehow, but I feel like I missed out on the good parts of the Bash." He said with a little pout, even though he wasn't a fan of parties he'd still been hoping that he would see something fun. Instead he just cussed out a guy...kind of the opposite of what he had in mind.

He had text Evie about the whole ordeal between him and Bas the next morning, even after a good sleep he still found himself to be irritated and annoyed. He felt bad because he had accidentally snapped at Mac too, he apologized but still felt bad about it. The brunette let out a long sigh as his stomach grumbled, he'd forgotten to eat anything until now. He really needed to start putting reminders on his phone or something, people were going to start thinking he had an eating disorder or something. Elliot opened his mouth to say something but stopped when there seemed to be a commotion nearby. A quick glance and he saw Nate, Jasper and a few others getting into it. He could overhear the conversation and couldn't help but frown. "Jasper is kind of being a bitch..." He muttered, loud enough for maybe Evie to hear but not anyone else.

Elliot shook his head and looked back at Evie, "You wanna grab some food? I forgot to eat this morning and I swear my stomach is going to eat itself now." He said dramatically.
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