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Archer put his hand over his heart and feigned a pained expression at Kavan's statement. “Kavan you wound me… how can you say something like that?” he took a trembling step back. “That's the only thing I want to see in this world!” he said referring to seeing Kavan dance a Bollywood dance. His face lit up in a great big smile when Bea suggested they hit the dance floor to try it out.

As they entered the tent Archer was filled with some kind of joyous feeling that he definitely did not expect to be feeling this evening. The night had gone by surprisingly pleasant. If you disregarded the beginning awkwardness with Ariel at the beginning of the dance. But now he was in full swing of having Bea try to teach them how to move in sync and all the anxiety was blown away.

A loud bang that echoed even over the loud music made the trios head’s snap up from their dancing. Archer craned his neck to look if he could see the cause of the loud noise. All he could see was a crowd starting to mill about by the bathrooms. “Should we go look what that’s about?” he asked still trying to look over the people to see what was going on. As they got closer the dull sound of punching could be heard. Archer pushed his way towards the front and let his mouth fall open when he was met by the sight of Salem straddling Sonny with the formers fist raised.

Archer was frozen to the spot he was standing. A million thoughts rumbling around in his mind. Why was the new kid pummeling Torvald? Sonny was probably deserving of said pummeling...but still. Was Mari connected to this? Probably. Where was she? Come to think of it he hadn’t seen his best friend the whole evening. Archer snapped back to reality when the sound of a second punch reached his ears.

He instinctively jumped forward to stop them. Sonny might have been low on his list of favorites but he was still kind of sort of a friend. But before he could do anything he felt someone grab his hand. Turning around he looked straight in to Kavans eyes, he was shaking his head making Archer step back his hand still in Kavan’s. He winced at the last punch that was thrown resulting in him squeezing Kavan’s hand a hard.

“God damn it…” He whispered as Sonny skulked away muttering.

He turned towards the other two with a pained look as the crowd began to dissipate. “I think I have to go find Marisol. I have a feeling that she is in the middle of all of this.” He wrapped his arms around Kavan resting his chin on the young man’s shoulder “Can you call me on sunday? I need to have a calm day of doing nothing.” He whispered planting a quick kiss on Kavan’s cheek as he pulled away. Archers eyes widened in shock of what he had just done.

Trying to cover this up he turned towards Bea with a smile as he bent down to speak to the short girl. “Hey thanks for letting me crash your dance party! I’ll see you at school monday? Maybe you can paint me like a french boy?” he chuckled. With one last wave to them both he turned and quickly made his escape running his hand through his hair as he sped off in the direction of his car phone already to his ear calling Marisol.

I just want to thank my RP family "GTP" who welcomed this weird Swedish boy in to their RP group and not even once have they made me feel lesser then because of my shoddy English! Love you guys, without you I'd probably be of this site! @Dirty Pretty Lies, @Altered Tundra, @Hero, @Ejected, @eclecticwitch, @SpicyMeatball, @HaleytheRandom, @voltaic, @Inkarnate, @Syn, @Okonuki and @Aewin

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Julie was almost shaking with anger as she moved through the crowd. She was sick and tired of just taking in people's problems. Why did they use her as some back alley therapist? She groaned as she pushed a slobbering lacrosse player of her for the third time. This was the reason she only wanted to have Chanel! She always understood how Julie worked and they could have a whole day of hanging out without either of them saying more than a few words and that was considered an success!

This is what she gets for strafing from the norm. Her life was good as it was she didn't need more drama than what she already had. Julie maneuvered through the mass of moving bodies and made her way towards the bathrooms to freshen up. But when she arrived she was met by a crowd of people gasping. Somehow the redhead found herself in the front row of the commotion that turned out being the tail end of a fight with the new kid Salem shocking non other than Sonny right in the face before stalking of in the direction of the parking lot.

Julie watched as the smaller boy slowly rose to his feet. It took all of the fibers in her body not to rush over and help him but she had not even five minutes ago promised herself not to get mixed up in their drama. All she could do was stand there staring at him, shaking her head in disapproval.

“Don’t even start with that. I could have taken him. The bitch-boy doesn’t know how lucky he is that I decided to not lay his ass out,” he said to her as he shuffled of.

Julie gritted her teeth as Sonny walked away looking annoyingly proud of himself. Flipping her hair she stomped of towards the dance floor once more where she had seen Chanel.

The Macmillan girl heard her friend before she saw her. Julie caught the end of Chanel's rant that was directed towards Lucas Anderson, the shock of seeing Chanel swing her open palm and slapping Lucas straight across his face caused Julie to just stare and blink in the direction her friend dragged her date.

What was going on? Where are all the faculty and chaperones? There were fights breaking out left and right and Julie for one had had enough. She stormed of after Chanel not stopping for anything until she came face to face with Jordan.

“Sup Julie. Lost your date?” he said looking around.

For some reason this hit a nerve with Julie. “No! I sent him the fuck away!” she snapped as she pushed past the innocent bystander and grabbed Chanel’s free hand dragging them both outside. “I need to get out of here with Chanel, come with or stay put, I really don't care.” she lamented as she stomped her high heeled feet towards a secluded woody area behind the main tents.

She sat herself down on a big rock with a deep sigh looking at the two people she had just dragged away from the party. Now that she had time to calm down she felt a little embarrassed of how she had acted. She turned to face Jordan.

“I'm sorry I snapped at you in there, it's just…” the girl let out another big sigh as she opened her beaded emerald bag and pulled out a small bottle of vodka. She daintily unscrewed the cap and took a swig of the clear liquid and past it to Chanel. As they drank Julie unraveled how shitty her night had been. Beginning with her date not picking her up and then when he showed up leaving her right away. She told them about the awkward situation with Marisol and Sonny and the argument with Mari that followed, ending with witnessing Sonny getting punched. When she had finished talking the bottle had been passed around a few times and Julie was buzzing more than she had wanted to tonight.

“So whatever I'm done with this farce!” she exclaimed lazily gesturing back towards the party tents. With a small little hiccup Julie smiled brightly as her mood suddenly brightened when she remembered what she had wanted to talk to Chanel about the whole evening.

“Major snaps for your work on Mr. Mister here Coco. Could be we have a new contender for King's most desirable bachelor.” she eyed Jordan mischievously as she spoke. She turned back to face her best friend with that recognizable makeover twinkle in her eye, knowing Chanel would follow.

“So now we only have the other half of the set to do over! Speaking of which…” she directed her gaze back toward their new British friend.

“What are your actual intentions with our sweet Bea?” she asked her eyebrows high, eyes sparkling.

I'm leaning towards making a member of the Chinese Mafia! I have no FC as of yet!
Definitely interested! If possible I'd like to have a Mexican Cartel heiress.


That sounds familiar...

P.S... Interested!!
I have succumbed and added another character!







“Well I didn’t mean now!” Archer yelled after Ariel as she ran off looking for Marisol. The curly haired boy let out a loud groan and lentback in his chair covering his face with his hands. With a steadying breath Archer stood up and tried to spot where Ariel had gone, to try and stop her from causing a scene with Mari. After scanning the tent two or three times he decided to just wing it and just head in a random direction.

As he moved through the crowd Archer mentally scolded himself. Why was he such and idiot?! Why did he have to bring that shit up at this precise moment?! Swiveling his head around wildly from side to side he finally spotted Ariel in the most random collection of people he could imagine her with. Having what looked like a heated discussion with Kavi, Nadia and Mara. He turned around and headed back towards the parking lot, deciding to let that situation handle itself. Luckily Marisol was nowhere near to be found.

On another part of the dancefloor Chanel, the cocoa queen herself was giving fuckboi #2 hell for some reason. Archer contemplated if he should just white guy dance near them to get the scoop about what it was all about, but ultimately decided against it.

While outside he looked around to see if could escape somewhere, his face lit up when he saw Kavan under soft lights. Archer’s jaw locked when he saw that he was whispering together with Bea. His stomach gurgled uncomfortably, was this… jealousy? Archer bit his lip and took some unsteady steps towards the pair.

“...we tear up that dance floor? Know any moves?” he caught Bea ask.

The boy put on a smile and approached them “Now I got to hear this. How about it Van? Ready to bust a move?” he chuckled. But suddenly he realized that maybe he had interrupted something and quickly started to backpedal “I mean, sorry. I didn’t mean to invite myself. Uh… I just like to dance!” he winced at his last comment. Nice one Arch, great!

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