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❝ Welcome to another year, Norfolkians.
The summer was great, and for all of you, it was probably an amazing opportunity to have fun and make some mistakes that you'll never have to look back to.
Lucky for us, there are people out there keeping an eye on things. After all, I’d be a hypocrite if I bashed on someone else without acknowledging the horrible things I’ve done in the past, right?
You might think that with a new year, can come a new you. You might think you can bring about change. But change only hides the fact that you've done something you're ashamed of.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have deleted that picture, right Olivia?
That's right. In case anyone hasn't seen it:
The picture was conveniently taken off Olivia Van Doren's wall, after speculation began when a certain someone was spotted in the background. It was a great picture, Olivia, really. Looked like a romantic cruise, so of course, you can see why people would be surprised to see Dakota Healy in the background, instead of your boyfriend.
Must have been a fun summer after all, hmm?
This isn't the time for a new you, fellow Norfolkians. Your past always comes back to bite you in the ass. You might just find that it's going to come sooner, rather than later. ❞
posted on october 29, 2018
Gorgeous Greta Hilton. You’re just the poster girl for beauty, right?
What you all should know is that the gorgeous Greta Hilton you know today was never as beautiful as she now looks. I guess it’s true what they say about money — if you have it, you can do anything. And Greta surely used her daddy’s money to her advantage to give her a whole new body and face.
Don’t believe me? Well, I’ve got an old yearbook picture right here.
I guess you should think twice before calling someone else ugly, Greta. Clearly, you needed to go back to your roots — just make sure you don’t get caught out in the sun. You might melt.
Till next time. And believe me, there will be a next time.
someone asked ;
❝ Greta is a saint! Y are u doing this? ❞
w responded ;
❝ Beauty lies within the heart and clearly, Greta doesn't have one. ❞
that's what they always say, isn't it? unfortunately for this young, rich bunch, that saying is one-hundred-percent incorrect. you may think that moving from one year to the next is like reinventing yourself but sadly it doesn't erase all the mischief and trouble that they've gotten themselves into.
but, what was that saying? ah, yes — what you don't know can't hurt you... unless a little bird were to reveal all those dark secrets.
Gonna love myself, no, I don’t need anybody else – hey!
Sofia rolled over in her bed and onto her back, her eyelids fluttering open to the sunlight gleaming its way into hers and Olivia’s dorm room. Her eyes squinted for a second before she gently rubbed at her eyes with her hands, allowing them to adjust to the brightness as she stared at the ceiling.
Can't help myself, no, I don't need anybody else, anytime, day or night – I love me!
The brunette hauled herself up and sat up against her pillows, letting out a small yawn. The music playing from the speakers continued to blast itself loudly throughout the room causing a small grin to make its way onto Sofia’s face. Just how she liked.
Gonna love myself, no, I don’t ne- Reaching over, Sofia turned off the speaker that sat on the bedside table between both hers and Olivia’s beds. She gave the still sleeping, dark-haired girl one glance before shaking her head. It wasn’t new for Sofia to be the first out of the two to wake up, and to this day, it surprised her that Olivia was able to sleep throughout the music. With that, she forced herself out the side of her bed, her feet sliding into her fluffy slippers. She raised her arms above her head and standing onto her tiptoes, Sofia stretched her body, letting it pop before she brought her attention back to her best friend.
“Oliviaaaa,” Sofia sang as she walked towards her best friend’s sleeping body, a small playful smile plastered on her face as her eyes gave their wall clock a glance. “It’s 8.15 am, you’re going to be super late to Mrs Van Dyke’s class–“ she stopped to nudge her friend before continuing, “and you know she’ll flip if you’re not on time.” Although Sofia wasn’t exactly lying, because Mrs Van Dyke really would flip if any of them were late, especially on the first day, it was only 7.15 am and that left the two girls with an hour to get ready before setting off to class.
With that, Sofia walked over to her wardrobe and grabbed her freshly ironed and pressed uniform, before she headed into their en suite before Olivia could. The brunette may have been nice enough to wake her up, but that didn’t mean she was going to let her use the bathroom first. After all, she needed precious time to look good.
Sofia proceeded to brush her teeth, wash her face, then gave her hair a little brush to maintain the slight friskiness it had obtained from her twisting and turning in her sleep. Grabbing her make-up bag from the shelf behind, Sofia scanned the range of makeup products inside as she began to touch her face up for a natural look. By the time she swiped a coat of matte auburn lipstick on for her final statement, fifteen minutes had passed. Anyone who knew makeup knew that it was a process. Granted, it depended on what kind of look you wanted, but Sofia wanted to keep it natural yet flawless. Finally, the teenager got dressed into her uniform and left the bathroom.
”I am not looking forward to having Math as our first-class every Monday morning,” Sofia muttered to Olivia as she pulled on her grey wrap coat and her black lace-up brogues to finish off her outfit. The weather in Norfolk was only getting colder, and Sofia didn’t want to risk freezing despite the walk from The Towers to the Academy was only ten minutes.
The clock soon ticked 8.15 am and Sofia began to make her way to class, alongside her best friend. Within twelve minutes, the brunette was already seated behind her desk, her stationery and books on the table, ready to get down to work. Exactly on time, Mrs Van Dyke walked into the class, hushing the students. Instantly, the classroom filled with silence as they faced the front.
"I know you're all not eager to learn Math this early in the morning," she began whilst setting up her desk and turning the SMART Board on, "but welcome back to Norfolk; I bet you're all looking forward to your Senior year."
isabella's stupid head + trying to get sofia's attention
Oh man, he wanted to go back to bed.
Teo Choi was not ready for today. He had to drag his stupid ass out of bed with only minutes to prepare himself for the day. Literally, he had a grand total of maybe… five minutes to wash his face and put on some clothes to get ready for class. And to make matters worse, it was a Monday and their first class was Maths. One of his most hated subjects. Well, any subject was his most hated subject when it had nothing to do about creatively expressing yourself or one where you could piss fart around and still get great goals. It also didn’t help that it felt like Mrs Van Dyke had just given up on him and placed him at the back next to some girl who liked to chew her hair and a dude who would pick his nose and inspect the boogers before secretly eating them. At least he had Kodi on his other side to bring some sort of peace and stability.
A groan slipped past his lips as he leant back in his chair, gazing up at the ceiling and allowing his arms to hang lifelessly on either side of him. He needed to stop doing this. He had great intentions of having a normal, healthy sleep but… that was before he began to get… cravings. While people were preparing their first day back to the school year, Teo had been lying on the grass outside, relaxing. It didn’t matter how cold it was outside. It was just such a relaxing feeling to lie down, listening to some Christian music while getting high as a kite. Why the Christian music you ask? Well, I suppose it made people think that he was some spiritual guy and whenever they would try and approach him to question what he was doing, they could clearly hear him listening to some Jesus tunes and think he was praying or something. But, personally, he just found it to be very relaxing music. It was honest music too. Something he wished more people in this world could be. By the time he finished up on the greens and eventually found his way back to the dorm room, he practically passed out on his bed without changing his clothes. Which… was generally a regular occurrence, oddly enough. But it also meant that when he woke up this morning, he was feeling groggy as hell. Sure, he had a great time last night and it felt amazing. But there was always a cost.
Just as he raised his hands to comb his fingers through his hair (which he admittedly forgot to tame this morning), he could hear it. Her voice. He raised his head and opened his eyes, the palms of his hands resting on the top of his head as he found the source of the voice. It was her. Sofia. Instantly, he could feel his heart quicken ever so slightly. Before a slight frown fell onto his face. She was yet to get back to him about an important matter and he was starting to think that she was just plain out ignoring him. Granted, it felt like she had been ignoring him for a very long time, but even more so now. He just wanted a damn answer instead of feeling like he could jump off a cliff at any given moment.
As Mrs Van Dyke walked through the room, Teo promptly tore out a couple of pieces of paper from his notebook in front of him. He needed an answer. Even if it meant getting into trouble on the first day. He quickly wrote down on the paper before scrunching it into a ball and waited for the perfect moment. Mrs Van Dyke turned around to turn on the smartboard – go, go, go! With the paper ball in his hands, he aimed it at Sofia and gave it a throw… Only to have it hit Isabella on the head.
The girl frowned, turning around to give Teo a foal look. Wide-eyed, he mouthed her a ‘sorry’ before pointing at the paper and then pointing it at Sofia – praying that Isabella had some sort of brain function that allowed her to decode that Teo was asking her to give the paper ball to Sofia in front of her. And thank you Jesus, she did! She rolled her eyes at the boy before picking up the note off the floor and proceeded to lean over her table to tap Sofia on the shoulder, delivering the note. A wide grin spread across Teo’s face, relaxing back in his chair once more as he crossed his arms. There was no way she could ignore him now. Sure, she may avoid him in the hallway or leave his messages on as read, but there was something precious and special about a balled-up note within a classroom that couldn’t be ignored, right?
Dark eyes met hazel with heated gazes between them both, their lips met with force; it was a mix of anger and plain lust as the two couldn't get enough of each other, hands roamed that left Olivia almost whimpering for more. Her fingers intertwined with brown hair, pulling the stranger closer to her body, and successfully eliminating the distance between them as they muttered her name. "Olivia." The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it just yet, then she heard it again, only to open her eyes at the sound this time. “Oliviaaaa," The brunette woke up to see Sofia, confusion took over as she tried to piece together the dream, allowing her best friend to continue about and ramble on about classes. Whoever had been in her dream, Liv couldn't remember who it was. But it was definitely not her boyfriend. The thought alone almost made her feel guilty, shaking her head at of the rather... suggestive dream her brain decided to throw at her. All thoughts quickly disappeared as Sofia had to rush to the bathroom before her. "Hey!" Her words of protest had fallen short by the door closing. Olivia sighed in annoyance. Sure, they were finally roommates, but the amount of things in common, such as being the first one to hog the bathroom; it's safe to say that she didn't think that one through. Thankfully, she was great at improvising. Changing into her uniform before she had decided to put her makeup on using the small pocket mirror she keeps beside her bed. She didn't have time to argue with Sofia over the bathroom, even once she was out-- Olivia couldn't be bothered to even pay attention, she's in full focus when she's applying her makeup. Unlike her best friend, Olivia doesn't enjoy the natural look. Eyeliner wings all around, please. Maybe it might've been a little difficult brushing her teeth afterwards, but it was nothing a small touch up couldn't handle.
"Yeah, yeah, who cares about Math? I'm setting an alarm tomorrow, just you watch that bathroom door shut as soon as those pretty eyes open." Olivia said, narrowing her own eyes at Sofia as they walked through the door together. She wasn't very worried about Math... or much of anything in school really, all Olivia had to do is show up, Dakota could do the actual homework for her. She's just hoping there's no actual work beyond learning today. Only now separating from the other as they walked into the classroom, her gaze had fallen onto the seating arrangement, besides sharing a room with her best friend this year, she also had the chance to be seated with none other than her boyfriend. The thought of Callum had brought mixed feelings to her, of course she cared about him; more than anything! He's just been... distant the past few weeks. But surely it was just nothing, right? Olivia's just being paranoid. No, right, of course it's nothing, but... maybe this was a chance she could ask him about it? Olivia took her seat and awaited for her boyfriend to show. Barely even listening to the muttering and teacher before her as her mind continued to wander, almost falling into a daydream; as much as she wanted to forget it, that damn dream wouldn't get out of her head, especially the anonymous co-star it involved.
So. So. Kodi woke up much earlier than he normally does for classes. Some might say it was out of nerves for the first day, but those that say that don't know him at all. See, he never really got first day nerves or jitters, mainly because he didn't give a shit about it. He was smart enough to doze off in class or play around on his phone and still pass every test with flying colors. So no. It definitely wasn't first day worries.
In all likelihood, it was probably the time change. The UK was five hours ahead of his native Boston and though he arrived here two days ago, he still wasn't fully acclimated to the time change. It usually took him a while to get fully adjusted, and this time appeared to be no different. Whatever. Kodi soon decided that he just couldn't lay in bed anymore and got up.
It took him a bit of time, but he was soon ready for the day and walked out of the bathroom, shaking his head at Franco who was still asleep. Sighing, Kodi pulled out his phone.
To: memephis > i'm going to breakfast. see u in class. and if your dumbass isn't there before the bell rings i swear
He then pocketed his phone and left the room, walking the ten minutes to the dining hall for breakfast. Normally, he'd wake up with no time to spare and would grab a granola bar on his way out, but this time was different. After a leisurely breakfast, Kodi made his way to his first class; math. Great. This was a class he could definitely take another nap in.
When he got there, his smile fell slightly. He wasn't seated near Franco or Sofia, but at least he had Wren in front of him and Teo to his right. And, he was in the back which meant he could doze off without being reprimanded. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. So with a sigh, he made his way to his designated desk and plopped down into the seat, dropping his bag next to him.
Sure enough, and just as he expected, dozing off was easy in this class. He had just fallen into a doze when he was startled slightly by a commotion. Looking to his right, he realized that Teo had apparently thrown a balled up piece of paper at a girls head. Unsure why his friend would be throwing a random piece of paper at someone, Kodi kept his attention on Teo to see how this would unfold. And ah. That explains things. It was meant to go to Sofia. He waited until the note had been delivered to the right person before turning to the offender.
"Wow," Kodi whispered to Teo. "Nice one, dude. Real smooth."
"It wasn't unusual for Callum to be awake far before anyone else."
Unlike most of his peers, Callum Beaufort was a morning person. He had to be, given the fanatical and often inconvenient hours of his football practice. Even though he had mondays off, he often compensated for the change in schedule by going to the gym for an hour or so; waking up at ungodly hours just to feel the familiarity of adrenline rushing through his veins. He always tried his best to keep quiet as he got ready - Teo, his roommate, was far from an early bird... but Cal suspected that even if Teo was frustrated at his unorthodox schedule, he wouldn't share it.
After showering and getting dressed - make sure to look as put together as always. With nary a hair out of place (besides the intentional ruggedness of his appearance), Callum was dressed and ready far before Teo had even entered his last phase of REM; the golden boy getting breakfast while many of his peers had yet to leave their dorms.
However, Callum's dedication to early rising didn't always apply to his presence in the classroom. Though the prodigious student was never late, - he liked being the center of attention, but never in that way - he preferred to come to class with only minutes to spare. The idea of slogging through ten to twenty minutes of small talk with his peers just seemed exhausting, even for the guy who woke up religiously at 5 AM.
No, it was better this way.
He could say hi to his classmates, prepare his notebooks, chat with Olivia...
Callum's face conveyed no sense of his internal monologue as he walked to class, occasionally giving an absentminded acknowledgment to those he passed by. There was nothing inherently wrong between them, he thought, but something had felt off after school started. He wanted to suppress the feeling; to go on shooting the shit and being affectionate with his equally-popular girlfriend, but part of him knew he had no say in the matter. Though Olivia and he had been dating for months - far, far longer than his other relationships - Callum was still on the fence if she was going to turn out as gnawingly dependent as some of his other partners. No matter his efforts; his attempts to quell their worries, to make them realize it just wasn't going to work; he had a horrible track record when it came to saving relationships. A true catch-22, really, where, as he became more disinterested, they would become more desperate, and he would become even more disinterested. That pattern is what gave him the school title as some kind of "fuckboy" or "user"... but Callum had a hard time seeing it that way. He couldn't help the way he felt, and even though he would feel regret at the way some of his exes reacted when they split, Cal couldn't suppress the feeling that those breakups brought an undeniable sense of relief.
Callum tugged at his clothes, running a hand through his soft locks, and walking into the maths classroom. He was instantly greeted with the attention of some of his peers, and he flashed them a bright smile as he made his way to his seat. Though the smile appeared genuine, it rarely fully portrayed how Cal felt. To him, it was just easier to always appear approachable and happy. After all, if a person asks how your day is going, the last thing they really want to hear is the truth.
Effortlessly nonchalant, the honey-haired boy playfully greeted the teacher: a severe, handsome woman who watched the classroom like a hawk. "Goodmorning, Mrs. Van Dyke. You're looking lovely this morning."
Whether by virtue of Callum's status, or perhaps the sincerity of his words, he rarely got scolded by professors for his informality. With another small smile, he found his way to his seat next to Olivia, her eyes lost in thought. His hand softly touched her shoulder as he sat.
"Hey, Liv." His words were hushed, meant for her, and her only. He had no doubt that he would soon be pulled into conversation by other students, whom would scrounge his brain for insight or attention - but right now, his proverbial bone throw of affection belonged to Olivia, and Olivia only.
Wren was going to be late, but she didn't particularly care. Much like her brother, Wren was a morning person. She was up before almost everyone else, and while she usually woke up to the sight of a slumbering Sabine, this time she woke to an empty room. Wren thrived off of company, whether it be one person or a bunch of people, so staying in her room alone definitely put her in a bit of a slump. Fortunately, she only had to face an empty room at night because she could keep herself busy for the rest of the day, which meant that till Sabine returned from her extended vacation, Wren could manage.
Since she was up early, Wren went out for a run around the school grounds. It was huge, and the cool, early morning air nipped at her skin, waking her up further and getting rid of any grogginess that lingered. She was thinking about the various people she was going to meet that day, and the various people she needed to meet, for other reasons, and like that. she lost track of time. By the time she got back to her room, there were five minutes for the bell. Deciding to skip breakfast, Wren quickly showered and pulled on her uniform before grabbing her bag and heading out of the dorms so she could get to her first class for the day.
Math wasn't ideally the class she wanted to start the year off with, but it wasn't like it mattered. She usually just crammed the night before the exam and scored a B, which was more than enough for her. Especially since she had no clue what she wanted to do with her life. And drug dealing wasn't exactly something she saw herself doing outside of school. Besides, high school kids were the best customers, especially prissy rich ones.
Wren reached the door of the classroom just a minute after the bell rang, and Mrs. Van Dyke had already stood up from her seat to address the class, which meant that Wren's presence interrupted her. While Norfolk Academy's Math teacher was among the more stricter ones, Wren still knew the best way to keep from being scolded or lectured. Both the Beaufort siblings excelled when it came to charming the pants off the teacher, though they had slightly different approaches. Wren's way made her out to be an innocent, helpful person, instead of an uncaring bystander.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Mrs. Van Dyke," Wren told the woman, her expression shifting immediately from bored to concerned. "I was coming back from breakfast when one of the first years fell from the stairs right in front of me. I helped her to the nurse's office and I completely lost track of time while making sure she was okay."
Wren long ago learned that Van Dyke didn't tolerate bullshit in her class. But when it came to helping someone in need... she usually softened up right away. Which was why Wren received a look of worry, which was followed by an assurance that 'everything with the girl would be okay', based on the very real look of concern Wren had on her face. After pretending to her worries put at rest, she happily walked toward her table and took a seat, letting her bag sit on the floor, against the leg of her chair.
The class began, but as usual, Wren had no interest in paying attention, especially not in Math class. Instead, she pulled out her notebook and began to tear off bits of the corners of a page. She intended to make mini paper airplanes, but when she failed at that, she just crumpled them up and glanced around. Sabine's seat was, of course, empty. Looking behind briefly, she spotted Dakota and gave him a charming smile. Then she turned back ahead and her gaze rested on Olivia. With a bit of a mischievous smile, Wren leaned back and began to flick the small pieces of crumpled paper in Olivia's direction, intending to get a few stuck in her hair. Wren was going to give herself ten points for each piece that got stuck, and if she got caught by Olivia — well, it'd be easy to say that she was so sorry and that she'd been aiming for Callum.
mood relatively cheery and now kinda grumpy location his dorm room, then math class interactions & mentions kodi (@moonchild.) & sofia (@constellation)
Had Francisco been a better student, he would have set his alarm clock well in advance of 8:30 am, when their first class was due to start. As it were, he was well aware that he physically could not wake up an hour before — especially since, in all likelihood, he'd have gone to sleep at maybe 4:00 am, if his schedule were anything to go by. (His estimate was close. He ended up going to sleep half an hour earlier than he would've guessed, so props to him.)
The blaring began at 8:00 am. He was only human, so of course he went through the whole half-hearted series of hypotheticals, wondering if he really needed his education — but even as he considered it, he knew there was only one way this could go. Coming back from the summer, he was even more conscious of the fact that Norfolk Academy was his way out of his shitty circumstances. With that grim reminder, he shut his alarm off and climbed out of bed. Getting ready was a quick affair for him; if there were one advantage to having no money, it was that he didn't really have that many options to choose from each morning. Heaven only knew how much closer he'd cut it every morning if he had the kind of money to actually maintain a wardrobe.
Once he was ready, he glanced over his phone briefly. One message since he'd checked it last almost five hours ago: a lovely good morning from his roommate (and best friend, but shh, he can't know). Smile playing at the corners of his mouth, he shot back a quick reply.
dont threaten me, i know where u sleep
ill pull up in class whenever i damn well want to
It was all hot air, of course. Of everyone, Kodi was the one who knew the extent to which Norfolk meant to Franco, but who would he bet if he didn't at least pretend to some extent of indifference?
No way would he have time for breakfast, but he could at least take an apple or something for when he would inevitably get hungry. His leisurely stroll led him to the classroom about five minutes before class was scheduled to begin, which — hey — wasn't terrible. Meaningfully, he caught Kodi's eye when he walked in, mouthing with no small amount of smugness, Made it before the bell, smartass.
His good spirit was dampened when he made his way to his seat, realizing that literally all his closest friends were on the other side of the classroom, across the aisle. He had no idea who Isabella and Kane were, but he was pretty sure there was no heartwarming friendship to be unearthed with either person. There was Sofia in front of him and to the left, but — yeah. It was complicated. That was a good way to sum it up. He didn't know where to begin navigating whatever their relationship was, let alone how to strike up conversation with her.
Glumly, he slouched down in his chair. Curse whoever made the seating chart. Norfolk clearly hated the poor.
"Biliyorum baba. Sen bana her sene söyle — Çuvallarsanız iyi notlar almak vermeyin."
"Language, Sabine. Sadece kızım için en iyisini istiyorum."
Late. It was Sabine's final year, the big bravo of her high school education and she was almost a day late. It was a — or at least, an attempt at a — family holiday that slowly turned into a business trip that dragged her to all of the less interesting parts of America. It wasn't that Sabine didn't enjoy sitting in on some of the meetings, but a girl could only wish for the opportunity to shop in between meetings. It only got worse when her unnaturally blonde, wicked step-mother suggested to stay a few more days to attend a TedTalk about business. Sabine had to draw the line there, and with big eyes and a compelling argument, she compromised with her father to go home. The compromise? They would be spending another week without her. It was a subtle stab in the chest, but Norfolk had became a make-shift home for her during the rough periods when home wasn't home.
The sound of Sabine's shoes clicking against the ground underneath her drowned out Sabine's loud whispering; School books in one hand and her phone in the other. The halls were slowly draining out with students as they headed to class, giving small glances to Sabine and muttering before focusing on their own lives. Following behind her was a man of tall stature, almost frail-looking and cursed with a bored expression on his face. Sabine gave a swift turn on her heels as a polite smile grew on her lips. "Gordon, mind taking that to my room? Thank you." Gordon simply nodded and headed up a staircase, leaving the brunette to herself.
"Alright, Dad. I have to go, sonra görüşürüz."
Before her dad could utter another word, Sabine hung up her phone and shoved it into her skirt's pocket. Math was her first class, a not entirely desirable class for a Monday morning, but Sabine was too jet-lagged and tired to whine about it. She knew she would receive karma for the abrupt end to the call in the form of a lecture, but Sabine didn't want to think about her dad and the blonde witch. It was her final year, she wanted the first day of it to be bearable, at least. Even if she was a few minutes late the class, Mrs. Van Dyke wouldn't mind. The femme took a moment to compose herself, brushing her new bangs and collecting her thoughts before heading in with a pretty smile.
"I'm so sorry for being late, Mrs. Van Dyke, if I knew traffic would be such a mess I would've run to be here."
The teacher replied with a simple hmph and returned her focus to the board. "Next time, I suggest running."
Sabine nodded and headed towards the last desk open, she could only assume it was hers by the sight of the rest of the classroom being filled. It hadn't been five minutes but Sabine already wanted to leave with Wren and properly catch up with each other. The brunette tried her best to keep a polite face as she noticed the one and only Sophia being in the seat next to her. Quietly placing her things down, Sabine took her place and quietly sighed to herself.
Maths class suddenly had become Sabine's least favourite class.
Biliyorum baba. Sen bana her sene söyle — Çuvallarsanız iyi notlar almak vermeyin. = I know, Dad. You tell me every year — Don't fuck up and get good grades. Sadece kızım için en iyisini istiyorum. = I just want the best for my daughter. Sonra görüşürüz. = See you later.
It hadn’t been long since Mrs Van Dyke had started her lesson and Sofia’s mind was already trailing off onto other things. She had been so used to thinking of anything and everything but school, let alone Math equations because of Summer. Her focus was completely off guard. It didn’t help that the teacher had been interrupted a few times because of the late students, one being Freya. And sadly, the two just had to be seated right next to each other. Sofia didn’t give the girl so much as a look by the time she walked over and sat down beside her. The last thing Sofia wanted was to cause any trouble or arguments in the middle of Mrs Van Dyke’s class, and she was confident that Freya could agree. Detention on the first day? No, thank you. Ruining any chance to become student body president? Not happening.
With that, Sofia tried her best to focus on whatever it was that Mrs Van Dyke was ranting on about, but to her luck, she felt a slight tap on her shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion as she turned to face Isabella who proceeded to give her a scrunched up ball of paper and then motioned towards Teo who sat behind her. Of course, it would be Teo. She shot the girl, and Teo, a small smile before her eyes glanced over at a slouched Francisco. The girl wanted to say something, anything, but instead, she opted to mouth a small ‘hi’ and send a wave his way before she turned back to face the front. Sofia couldn’t recall the last time the two had met after their junior year had ended, but they had definitely kept in touch over text every now and then, and usually, it would be her who initiated it.
Sofia glanced down at the ball of paper, opening it carefully and flattening it out on her desk to reveal a very short written message on it – ‘so?’ It took her a few minutes to figure out what the meaning behind it was before she remembered clearly that she’d left Teo hanging for an incredibly long time. She prayed that the boy would have forgotten by now, but he was clearly not going to let her go without her saying yes to his question. Though before Sofia could turn to give Teo his very long-awaited answer, she felt a slight vibration come from her phone. But it wasn’t just hers that vibrated. It was every student in the classroom.
The last thing that Sofia expected to see was a notification come from the mysterious blog writer of Exitus Acta Probat. Her heart dropped and her face lost all colour, and yet she tried to keep her composure. She could clearly remember a year ago, around this time, when Greta herself had run out of the classroom, tears running down her face because of the blast that W had sent out about her. Of course, it came out incredibly unexpected and it left everybody on edge. Though it was only the first time they’d heard of and from W, nobody expected to hear again after months passed and… silence.
So, why now?
Sofia barely waited for a second as she pressed onto the link, and her eyes began to read. Though, as every second passed and the more she read, her eyebrows creased gradually in confusion. It was aimed at Olivia. This wasn’t the first time that Sofia had come across that particular picture of her close friends, Olivia and Dakota, as she was one of the many firsts to even see it when Olivia uploaded it mistakenly then deleted it. She questioned her best friend about it and chose to believe her when she told her that it was nothing. But, reading over W’s words had Sofia questioning Olivia’s honesty and suddenly, Sofia wasn’t sure who to believe.
Teo waited patiently in awe as he watched Isabella tap on Sofia’s shoulder. His body was leant forward, arms holding onto the top of his desk, and his torso pressed against the surface as he held onto his breath. Would she finally get back to him now? She couldn’t say that her phone glitched or that she was too busy. She would have to give him an answer here and now. He heard Kodi next to him, teasing him with a whispering tone. Teo gazed over at his friend with a broad, toothy, cheeky grin. His eyes smiled as he stretched out his leg to give Kodi’s leg a nudge with his foot, while mouthing a playful ‘shut up’ to the boy.
Just as he brought his attention back in front of himself, he felt his heart – which had been racing like crazy – pause. Isabella had successfully passed on the letter and was pointing at him to indicate that he was the one who came bearing news. He watched as Sofia looked at the girl with confusion and then… she looked at him. And like the idiot he was, a full, stupid grin formed on his face and he raised a hand to wave it at her. It wasn’t until the girl gave him a small and moved her gaze that Teo realised how much of a damn fool he must’ve looked. Like a complete dork. Man, he wanted to bash his head into the desk until his face was prenatally indented in there.
However, he attempted to shake off the anxiety of taking a fool and watched Sofia as she flattened up the scrunched up ball. He felt like he was on the edge of his seat, his dark eyes flickering from the corner of the paper he could see on the desk and the back of Sofia’s head, wondering what was going through her mind right now. Would she finally give him an answer? She had been avoiding him for way too long now, and he couldn’t get her out of his head. He needed to know. And he needed to know now. And he was going to sit here and stare into the back of her head like his eyes were lasers until he got that answer.
Okay, that was short-lived because he felt the soft vibration going off in his pocket. Who the hell was messaging him? Everyone he knew was practically in this class. And then something dawned on him; everyone was outreaching for their phones. Had… had they all received messages too? Curiosity was killing him causing him to slide back into his chair and reach for his own phone from his pants pocket. As he took it out, he hid his phone underneath the table in his lap so Mrs Van Dyke couldn’t see. The last thing he wanted was to have his cellphone confiscated… again.
As he gazed down at his phone’s lock screen, he could see he had a notification for…? That blog that did that big old expose on Greta Hilton last year? His brows furrowed as he followed the notification which opened up the blog. It was safe to say that his brows furrowed even further (if that was possible) as he gazed at the entry with confusion. It was about… Olivia? And… Kodi? Wait, what? Teo had to read the entry three or four times and look at the picture another six. But he was still confused as hell. What the hell was going on? He popped his head up and searched around the room to see the faces of those around him who were also reading the entry for the first time.
Finally, his eyes landed on Kodi. Well, considering they were sitting so close together, he could tell him what he was seeing, right? “Psst, hey,” he hissed over towards his friend, tilting his phone screen up so Kodi could see that he was reading the entry which had just been posted. “What’s up with this?”
anxious AS EF.
wearing the school uniform and his own black jumper because hes reckless
apparently in maths class but everyone is on their phones.
She hadn't even noticed Callum walk in, it was only when he placed his hand on her shoulder where she flinched slightly startling Olivia out of her reverie. Recovering quickly with a smile and giving her full attention to her boyfriend, "Oh, hey." She placed her own hand on top of his before he dropped it off of her shoulder. It wasn't unusual for Olivia to perk up whenever he was around or... showed the smallest bit of affection to her. Callum was a popular guy, and as much as she loves attention, she hates when it's given to anyone else but her. But she cherished these moments whenever it felt like just the two of them, being around Callum almost made her forget most of her other worries-- as if she had any. Olivia was always one to dwell on things, her mind decided to run away with the what if's and first world worries because she never really paid attention to anyone else's, it's not that she was trying to be cruel but the brunette never really had an actual problem in life; and that thought alone made her think if it was just pure luck, or if the universe was just being generous until it decided not to anymore.
She had almost forgot why she wanted to talk to Callum in the first place, she'd get too distracted in them being left alone long enough to remember the important things. Well, Callum was obviously more important to her than the other matters that had prodded her mind. "So, I... wanted to talk to you about something." Her voice was hushed and quiet enough so no one would overhear and pry, or worse and get Mrs Van Dyke on her case. And Olivia getting her phone taken away was like the world ending. --Not because of social media, well, partly because of social media, but people needed to be able to contact her at all times! Invites, parties, or practice. Practice was the main priority for Olivia, even if having a boyfriend blurred that line just a bit, she wouldn't get so distracted in her love life that it'd almost destroy her future or doing the things she loves most.
Love. Did she love Callum? She shook the thought off and twiddled her thumbs together as she focused her attention back onto the present. "I feel like things between us have been--" Her words were cut short by a light thump hitting against her head, the paper airplane had imagined to stick intertwine itself into Olivia's not-so-natural curls that lasted purely on the base of hairspray. The brunette's hair was thin enough so curls wouldn't stay without it. It wasn't very hard for her to already know who it was, grabbing the plane with a sigh and turning her head with a glare towards Wren. "Looks like you misplaced your toy." If Wren was all about being childish, then Olivia had no problem treating her like one.
--Though that didn't mean she wasn't childish herself. She threw back the plane and failed miserably, it fell to the floor and with that she considered it done. Even though Wren was Callum's sister, Olivia couldn't stand her. Why was she such a bitch for no apparent reason? She'd done nothing to upset her other than dating her brother. She clearly needs hobbies other than keeping an oddly close eye on Callum "Right. So, I was saying... we've been... I don't know, I feel like you've been..." The words were hard for her to say because she didn't even know what she was saying in the first place. He hadn't been that distant... maybe it's all in her head.
"It's not just that fact we don't hang out alone that much anymore, I love spending time with you even though it's in public." A phone had interrupted their conversation for a brief moment but she continued on. "I feel like things have been a little off and I wanted to know if I've done something wrong, are you upset with--" And another phone had rang, she bit her tongue in an attempt to not lash out at the person who seemed like they had forgotten to put their phone on silent and this time Olivia couldn't even open her mouth before the rest had begin to buzz and ring along almost in sync to the others, even her own. She glanced around the classroom and noticed the lingering stares on her, furrowed brows and a frown set on her face she lifted her phone to see none other than that horrid gossip site she'd been raveling in the drama, and Olivia did enjoy drama. Just not when it's about her.
Her heart dropped as somehow, someway they've gotten that picture she deleted all together. "I-I didn't, it's not..." She didn't know what to say or do the only thing she felt she should do is talk to her boyfriend about it, because it wasn't true. Yes, Olivia had taken him on a vacation but that was just for grades! It's not like she could tell Callum that without possibly getting in trouble, but it's not like he'd tell on her... right? No, right of course. Even she knew that honesty was key, and so... she was semi honest. "Callum, nothing happened between Dakota and I." She searched his light eyes as she waited for an answer, but the more looks that'd came her way only made Olivia feel worse rather quickly. This was outrageous, and stupid and... Olivia wasn't sure she could throw glares at every student in this class room without her eyes watering.
For the first time; Olivia ignored the attention, put her phone on silent and into her bag and took out a notebook. And with that Olivia left her head down, trying desperately to ignore the murmurs and hushed whispers. She knew that she wasn't in the wrong here, but now everyone was thinking she was a cheater, a liar even, did they see her as a slut? An attention hungry whore who'd crave it from anyone? Did they see her as a terrible person? More and more had rushed through her head and she mindlessly doodled as her mind decided to provoke her constantly.
"I didn't do anything wrong." The softest words came out in an attempt to convince Callum, but maybe she was trying to convince herself of that fact.
Kodi felt his phone buzz shortly after taking a seat and unlocked it, seeing Franco's reply. Snorting, he quickly typed out a response.
to: memephis > i know u do, and u wish it was with me in my bed
> but fine, it's ur ass on the line
After he hit send, he pocketed his phone and then turned to Teo, who was already grinning at him. Kodi rolled his eyes at the boy but then chuckled when he was kicked and heard the good-natured 'shut up'. "Make me." he replied to Teo, keeping his voice at a whisper and being sure to add a wink there at the end.
He glanced up when more people filed in, people that he didn't know, so he decided he was just going to look out of the window. Then he heard them, the words 'good morning, Mrs. Van Dyke. You're looking lovely this morning', and it took everything in him not to just bust out into laughter that very second. "Kiss ass." Kodi muttered a little too loudly since many heads turned to look his way.
He played it off by ruffling his hair and staring down at his desk, only looking up when someone else walked in. Franco. Kodi raised a brow and then smirked at the comment about him being a smartass. Instead of replying, he just pretended to clap his hands. "Wow. I am so proud." he mouthed back and smirked once again before turning to face the front of the classroom and finding his view blocked by Wren.
Kodi offered the girl a wave in return before leaning down to rummage in his backpack for a notebook and pen. It wasn't because he was planning on taking notes. Oh no. Instead, ya boi was just going to doodle on the pages of the notebook until class was over.
Well, that was the plan anyways. Until everyone's phones started buzzing. Curious, he opened the message on the Exitus Acta Probat blog and read through the new post from W. Fear instantly rushed through him, wondering what the attachment was going to be, but as he clicked on the link, figured he knew what that picture was going to be.
And yep. His suspicions were confirmed. It was that picture Olivia took this past summer. And of course W had it. He knew something like this was going to happen, knew it from the second the picture was put up and then deleted a few hours later. He felt the fear disappear only to be replaced by anger, anger towards Olivia. Why did she have to take this picture in the first place? It was about to ruin both of their lives.
Angrily, he shoved his phone in his pocket, ready to brood while staring at the whiteboard. But then he heard Teo. Kodi thought about whether or not to answer the boy, but then again, they were friends so he could. The only other people he'd probably rant to about this were Sofia and Franco, but they were on the other side of the room.
"I tutored her a lot last year," he explained. "Instead of paying me in cash, she took me on her yacht to the Caribbean. Then her dumbass decides to take a picture of me and post it," he muttered. "I told her from the start that she shouldn't post it but did she listen? Nope. And now it's landed in W's hands and now both of us are ruined."
"OLIVIA'S WORDS, HUSHED AND LOW, FILTERED THROUGH VAN DYKE'S STERN PROJECTIONS."
Just quiet enough so it only affected them – the isolation of her intentions enforced by the somberness and insistence of what she said.
“So, I…” Why did she sound so concerned? Immediately, Callum’s brow furrowed, eyes flicking between her and the blackboard. His hand still absentmindedly scrawled the words that filtered through one ear, the other trained on Olivia’s rosy mouth.
He said nothing as she fumbled through her thoughts. Callum knew that guessing things before they were said was a fool’s errand. He recognized her frustration with each interruption, and himself found himself getting ever so slightly irked with each new interruption. Despite his care for Olivia, the trail-less, wandering way she approached her concerns put him on edge. Part of him wanted to scoop her up and take her somewhere quiet - or yell at everyone to shut up - with each abrupt cutoff of her words.
He couldn’t ignore the way he started to get a bit irritated at her, as well. Why can’t we talk about this somewhere private? Why here? Why now? Though he would never dare admit as much.
He rolled his eyes upon Wren’s further interruption, casting a warning glance in her direction as she attempted to bother Olivia. Callum knew they didn’t get along, but it was far too early and far too distracting for their symbiotic pettiness to be in full swing. He mouthed, “piss off, Wren”, but made sure to add a playful smile. God forbid anyone notice his underlying frustration.
“Are you upset with—” Just as Olivia was finally getting to the meat of her concerns, a phone rang, followed by a series of abrupt buzzes. Callum was prepared to huff in sympathy with her irritation… before he noticed that her frustration had all but disappeared.
Replaced by horror.
Callum raised a brow.
Olivia had buried her nose in her phone, before frantically glancing around the room, a nervous expression finding its home on her soft features.
“What’s wrong, Liv?” Callum finally whispered, having given up trying to follow Mrs. Van Dyke’s lecture. He could feel the stares of his peers. His eyes darted to the device she held to her chest. His own phone stayed silent, tucked safely into his backpack. He always turned it off for class.
Her words fell out of her mouth like puzzle pieces.
“Nothing happened between…” Excuse me?
What the fuck was she talking about?
What the fuck happened with him?
Callum froze. Though his body stayed relaxed, his eyes widened in confusion and anger. And then the fire was extinguished.
Fire to ash. Ash to ice.
“Hey.” Callum whispered, his words a façade. “It’s okay. We’ll talk later.”
He couldn’t bring himself to look around the room. Olivia had buried herself in her notebook. He couldn’t bring himself to look at him.
His hand itched to dip into his backpack. To see with his own eyes.
Wren was admittedly enjoying herself, annoying Olivia. She only paused when she noticed Sabine walking through the door, which made her smile only grow. It was a shame that she couldn't sit beside her best friend, but texting existed for a reason, and besides, they could just catch up later, so once she gave Sabine a nod in greeting, she went right back to tossing paper airplanes at Olivia.
Eventually, the girl turned around, making Wren smirk. She knew that was bound to happen eventually because Olivia wasn't going to just sit there and let Wren do what she was doing. At her comment, Wren shook her head, smile growing wider. "Oh no, I haven't misplaced my toy. It's right where I want it to be."
She would have gone right back to what she was doing if Callum hadn't turned around and told her to piss off. Wren stuck her tongue out at him in response, but she listened to him anyway. He was perhaps one of the few people she would actually listen to, even if she didn't want to.
So, for the time being, Wren let Olivia go, figuring they'd cross paths later on anyway. Having her seated in front of her for the rest of the semester would be absolute fun, and it was only the first day of school. Wren had plenty of time to try and make her life miserable. If anything, Wren was taking it easy, simply because she was Callum's girlfriend. For now. Wren was convinced that it wouldn't last, mainly because she believed that Olivia wasn't totally faithful, but until she had some kind of assurance, she would continue to poke at her every now and then. She needed to do something to pass the time in the boring classes, right?
Before Wren had the chance to think about what she could do to pass the time for the rest of the hour, she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She noticed that a few others in class also looked to their phones as they received a notification, and the mass message told her all she needed to know before she even got her phone out. The words that lit up on her screen when she unlocked her phone was confirmation that she'd been right. W was back at it again, now that they were all back for another semester.
Wren felt her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the page to load. Who could it be about this time? Last time had been bad enough that Greta transferred schools. Wren didn't even know how W was getting all this information, but clearly they knew a lot, and it made Wren wonder whether her own secrets would stay hidden for long or not. She couldn't exactly afford to let them out. It would ruin her, and those close to her.
As she read the post though, Wren realised it wasn't about her. It was about Olivia. And Dakota.
Wren knew a thing or two about Dakota due to her relationship with him, so she didn't particularly care what it insinuated as far as he was concerned. What bothered her was that this was the proof she needed. It was right there in the picture. Why delete a selfie unless she had something to hide? Like the fact that she was cheating on Callum?
Wren's gaze lifted from her phone to rest on Olivia. She could hear her trying to defend herself to Callum, who quite frankly seemed clueless. He hadn't even brought out his phone to see what she was talking about. If Olivia's expression wasn't the expression of a guilty person, she didn't know what was. And Wren was far too impatient to wait for class to get over to say what was on her mind.
Mrs. Van Dyke was turned to the board anyway, so Wren leaned forward, eyes practically burning a hole into the back of Olivia's head. "Speaking of toys," she said, her voice dangerously calm. "How many does it take, exactly, to keep you satisfied?" She arched an eyebrow. "I mean, that's all Callum is to you, right? A toy?"
Franco didn't consider himself easily pleased, but at the mouthed greeting and endearing wave Sofia sent his way, he couldn't keep his smile from slipping in answer. He knew they toed an unspoken line for the most part, and he doubted he would ever be sure-footed enough in this school to make any kind of first move (because, really, a kid from the slums of America, initiating anything with someone like Sofia?) — but he nonetheless appreciated her vivacity.
They hadn't seen much of each other in person since their senior year commenced, although they did keep in contact through other means, but hey, he'd take it. Maybe this would make it easier to spend more time with her outside of class too.
Class had barely begun before Franco felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Scattered chimes throughout the room (from people who no doubt had forgotten to turn their ringer off) let him know that he wasn't the only one to have received whatever notification this was, and without any additional prompting, he felt his blood run cold. He could already guess what had been sent out en masse; it didn't take a genius to connect the dots.
He didn't even know how they got all the information they did — only he knew that, if they could get to someone like Greta Hilton, who no doubt had the money and connections to keep almost everything under wraps, then they could easily get to him. His secrets had remained secrets through sheer force of will; he had no fancy lawyers or rich parents to pull strings and cover things up. His panic was almost palpable as he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, heart dropping when he saw that it was indeed a notification from W.
As surreptitiously as he could, he opened it, and it was quite a fortunate thing that he was sitting in his seat and not standing, because he felt his knees go weak with relief when he saw that it wasn't him. He would've sagged to the floor if he didn't have the support of the chair, no doubt about it.
Once the relief wore off, though, he narrowed his eyes. Olivia's name was mentioned, and out of curiosity, he clicked on the attachment. Cruise pic, which was innocent enough, up until he noticed Kodi in the background, at which point his thoughts diverged rapidly into a stream of What the hell? He didn't even know that they were that close, and he was close to both of them!
Also, you know. Olivia had a boyfriend and everything, which was a problem. Franco wasn't going to be starting any fan clubs for Callum or anything, and he'd wasted no opportunity to tell Olivia she could do better than someone with a pretty face but a bag of dicks for a personality — but he still had a pretty unwavering respect for faith and commitment in a relationship. It unsettled him, to think of one of his closest friends as a cheater.
He opened up his texts with his roommate and best friend, typing furiously to demand an answer.
u have some explaining to do sir
Teo’s brows rose as he heard Kodi’s explanation. Okay, that seemed like a good enough alibi. Pressing his lips together, the boy nodded slowly before turning his attention to his notebook. “It could be worse,” Teo commented, slowly ripping another piece of paper out of his book. “I mean, you could be kissing in it. Or fucking. But you’re not doing either. And I’m assuming you didn’t do either cause… I know Olivia. I also knew that she was dumb but I didn’t realise just how dumb. Wow.” he paused, gazing off into a void of nothingness. “Am I so dumb that I didn’t realise how dumb Olivia was? How the hell did that happen?” However, he was quick to push that thought about and bring his own issues and matters back into his mind. He shook his head, dropping his gaze down to his torn piece of paper before him.
“I’m going to count my blessings that W has nothing on me,” he sighed softly over in Kodi’s direction, picking up his pen and began to write onto the paper. “They can try and dig up whatever they want, but they’ve got shit all on me. I’m a freaking open book.”
Did he believe that? Of course, he did. He believed that there was nothing about him that was a secret. He didn’t stop to think for a moment that maybe his little nasty habit was a secret. Or how his father treated him. Or how his mother had passed away. There were so many other things that ran through his head, but all of them didn’t scream at him secret, don’t tell anyone. I mean… maybe like… one or two things he didn’t want to tell anyone because it was a little bit embarrassing and would hurt his pride. But, apart from that, he did feel like he was an open book to all.
Bringing his attention back to his paper, he quickly scribbled down his next note. There was no way she would ignore him with this one. It was direct. It was… well, dangerous, in a way. Once he finished his writing, he gazed down at all of its wonders. Do you regret it? With a sad little face next to it, along with a single teardrop falling from the eye. Perfect. There was no way she’d ignore this now. Especially with the sad little face. He took it into his hands and scrunched up the paper, looking up in the direction of Sofia once more. Okay. This time, he needed to avoid Isabella’s head. Because, knowing his luck, she’d probably tell on him and he’d end up being moved or given a warning for detention or some stupid shit.
Releasing a small exhale, he aimed his paper and gave it a good throw. But… oh God. Oh God. Teo’s eyes widened, and he felt his blood run cold as he watched his pathetic attempt of a throw. Instead of making it’s way to Sofia… it was making it’s way to… Freya. Oh shit. It hit Freya. Abort mission. Abort mission. In a state of shock and anxiousness, Teo lunged forward over his desk and stretched out his arm to try and reach the piece of paper that he had just thrown. Did his dumb ass think that his arm could stretch over two rows of tables? Or that he could use the force to try and collect the note once more? Well, apparently.
When he realised that his arm wasn’t going to spontaneously grow another metre or so, he flopped back into his chair with his arms crossed and his thumb automatically meeting his teeth as he began to nervously chew on it. Well, shit. Talk about making things awkward. And how he managed to do all of this without the teacher realising was truly a God-given talent. For the time being, all he could do now was sit there and watch his note fall into the wrong hands.
It was already the start of a considerably off day.
Freya had put three scoops of sugar into her morning latte instead of two, the tip of her coral lipstick snapped when she took the top off, then the top button to her academy blazer decided to go missing. To get to the point--the day was already fucked and it hadn't really started. Running on no caffeine due to tossing her latte in the trash, the blonde hurried into the class knowing she was going to be late. "Apologies." She held her hand up at Mrs. Van Dyke before the older woman had a chance to speak about her tardiness.
Bright eyes instantly connected with Wren's dark ones, sending a wink quickly to the girl before moving her gaze to the last chair left in the room. Freya sighed, her lips puckered lightly as she contemplated walking right out of the classroom and back to her warm bed. If she wasn't running for Student Body President, the bed would have won. Freya placed her bag down beside her chair as she slid into the last seat beside little miss Sofia.
She grabbed a notebook, pen, and her compact mirror and placed them on the desk in front of her. Math wasn't her strongest subject, she always got fucked up when they decided to throw letters in with the numbers. Like, who the fuck does that? There isn't a number in a paycheck so why do they have to learn about 35x ? Her eyes moved to the small piece of paper now held in Sofia's hands, a small smirk pulling at her lips as she watched the girl flatten it against the desk. "How cute, love letters.", she mocked softly as she turned her gaze to Mrs. Van Dyke for the second time before the pulsing of her phone went off in her blazer jacket.
Hands quickly grabbing the sleek phone, Freya stared down at it as she slid the screen up to unlock the message. Everyone was in class with her so who in the world would be---oh shit. Stomach dropping, the blonde stared at the phone screen. It was for that blog...that blog that ruined Greta's life last year.
Without hesitating she opened the blog, blue-eyes quickly moving down the phone. Olivia was a little hoe. Who would have known? "Oh my.", her words escaped her lips before she had a moment to button them. It honestly was kind of a shock that Olivia had the guts to cheat on Callum and with Kodi nonetheless. She turned herself to see Olivia now pressed down into the desk trying to avoid the rest of the class, Wren stirring the pot behind her. Was it strange that she felt kind of bad for Olivia?
Freya turned back in her seat, shaking her head slightly as she put her phone away back in her blazer pocket. If Olivia was the first target in the blogs there was only a matter of time before one was sent out about her and the---"What the fuck!"
Was she being dramatic? Absolutely. Getting hit in the head with a paper airplane was painless. Freya stared at the slightly crunched plane now planted by her chair after it had crashed into the back of her head. She quickly grabbed the plane, holding it between her forefinger and index finger as she focused her gaze to a very stressed looking Teo. Freya unfolded the paper, eyes moving to the writing neatly written in the middle before she crumpled the piece of paper up in her hand. Did she regret it? Did. She. Regret. It.
Freya watched Mrs. Van Dyke turn once again to the board before she rose silently from her chair, her hips moving with her as she turned to stare directly at Teo. Without a word, she threw the crumpled paper right at the boy's head, glaring as she did so. "Relax Olivia, at least you didn't cheat on Callum with little dick Teo." Freya tossed her hair over her shoulder, taking back her seat before grumbling to herself. She needed another latte stat.
While it might've seemed easy to ignore everyone while the hushed whispers was only people gossiping about her, if you believed it's best to ignore what people thought of you, then you clearly didn't know Olivia because her whole existence was based on image. The way everyone sees her, the way the people close to Olivia see her, and more importantly the way she sees herself. "Of course not." She looked up from the book and glared towards Wren. Callum was never a toy to her, he was the only guy that she felt completely safe with-- why would she jeopardize that for Dakota? "I..." She what? Everyone thought this was something it wasn't.
But in reality, it was just a photo.
She didn't even notice him in the back when she took the photo And now everyone was jumping down her throat he was in it? Olivia was saddened by it, she was. But the more hushed words and accusations that were thrown against her-- Olivia decided she didn't have to feel bad about it. What did she have to be guilty for? The brunette knew what happened on that trip and it was a whole lot of nothing. She was willing to be quiet and bite her tongue. Explain it all to Callum later, no problem right? ...Then Freya joined in.
"Y'know what? Just... Shut the fuck up."
She stood up from her chair abruptly, missing Wren by a few inches. "I didn't cheat on anyone! I took a fucking photo, and suddenly I'm the whore? Everyone's talking about me? It's not like we made a sex tape or anything." So... maybe she should've kept her voice at a calmer tone, but could you blame her? She pointed towards where Dakota was sitting. "Why isn't anyone throwing the blame towards him, huh? Why am I the one who's being slut-shamed? Because I'm actually emotionally stable enough to be in a relationship?"
Unbeknownst to Olivia, she just made it really clear she was anything but emotionally stable.
Fucking hell. This was so not how Kodi imagined his first day back at school being like. He expected it to be just... a big reunion between friends and a bunch of easy classes. He didn't expect a fucking picture of all things to ruin it.
Then he made a face when he heard Teo's 'it could be worse'. How? How could it be worse? It already seemed pretty bad to him. "How can it be any worse than this?" he asked, voicing his thoughts. "This is pretty fucking bad, man." But then he listened to what Teo had to say, and yeah, it could have been worse.
"Yeah, true," he agreed, "but trust me, none of that happened." In fact, the two of them hardly even talked. Both were absorbed in their own little world while relaxing on that island. "I don't like her that way." I barely even like her in general, he thought, but didn't say aloud.
Kodi then let out a sigh at Teo's comment about W. "We all hope and pray that W has nothing on us. Can you believe the amount of times I've scrolled through all of my social media, making sure there's nothing incriminating on the accounts that W could get ahold of?" He spent a lot of time going through photos, yet this shit still happened. "I feel like W knows our secrets before we do," he muttered. "Or takes something that's not even a secret and blows it out of proportion."
He was stopped midway through his angry rant by his phone buzzing. When Kodi read the text, he rolled his eyes. He opened up the iMessage thread and began typing out a reply:
to: memephis > imma tell u what i told teo > nothing happened
> i tutored her a lot last year & instead of paying me she took me on her yacht around the caribbean. that's all it was. payment for tutoring > she decides to post a picture of herself with me in the bg, one that i didn't even know she took, and now w has it and it fucking sucks
Kodi pocketed his phone and looked over to see Teo throwing a piece of paper towards the front of the room. Knowing this wasn't going to end well, he just put his head on his desk and shut his eyes. He ended up opening them just in time to see the paper hit Teo. "Nice. Really nice. Good job."
Unable to deal with this right now, he turned towards the front of the classroom, for once deciding he'd try to pay attention. Well, that proved to be impossible because just then, Olivia stood from her chair and started shouting at what appeared to be Wren. Well, this was entertaining.
Or, it was entertaining until she started pointing fingers at him. "First of all, you're not being slut-shamed. You're being shamed for possibly cheating on your boyfriend," he pointed out. "And as for why I'm not the one getting blamed, well..." Kodi paused for dramatic effect, "maybe that's because I'm not the one who took the picture and posted it. Or maybe because I'm not in a relationship so no one has to question whether or not I cheated on my significant other."
Out of all the people in the room, Freya was the last person Teo would’ve wanted to see that letter. Not because it would raise suspicion about who he was actually throwing it to, but because he knew it was going to add fuel to the fire. He had no doubt already pissed her off from the other week's antics, and he didn’t want to be seen as some dickhead who went around annoying all the girls. So, as Freya unravelled the piece of paper, Teo sat there with a bunch of nerves dancing in his stomach. She was reading it… Okay… Crap… He was screwed. She was going to take him by the balls and squeeze them until they turned back from lack of blood circulation.
And now she was standing and turning around to look at him. Oh shit. He felt his soul leave his body for a moment. She was so damn scary. No wonder he had always made sure to keep to himself while around her. He really should’ve just kept it that way but no, he had to screw things up, didn’t he? Because apparently that’s just what he’s good at with life; screwing things up and making life ten times harder for himself. Her stare left him petrified that when she threw the piece of paper at his head, it caused him to jump. Quickly, before anyone else could grab the paper she had thrown back to him, he took hold of it in his hands and squeezed the crumpled up ball.
Then she said it.
Little dick Teo
That son of a bitch.
Teo was taking no attention to the commotion around him. Olivia had risen from her chair to make a statement, and Kodi was defending himself – but it was falling on deaf ear. The only thing that Teo could think about what how Freya said he had a small dick. In his mind, all he could think back to was that night. How dare she said he had a small dick. She was fully aware that he did not have a small dick. Maybe he was a little bit butt hurt by what she said. But that was because he was sick and tired of the Asian stereotype. How all Asians have small penis’, and they’re the comic relief in movies. In a way, he wanted to call Freya out for making a racist remark (even though he was fully aware that she was just mean and not actually intentionally being racist).
Just as Kodi finished his little spill about how he wasn’t the one to be blamed – and if we were being perfectly honest here, Teo had not listened to one word of it as he sat there bubbling and fuming – Teo rose to his feet. His abrupt standing caused his chair to squeak before tipping over as he held the piece of paper in his hands tightly. “Yeah! Fuck you!” He practically bellowed, ditching the piece of paper back at Freya with intentions of hitting her face “My dick is huge! And you-”
And then he paused. He paused for two reasons.
The first being that he was almost about to say and you know it but hey, it probably wouldn’t be the most classiest thing to say. After all, he didn’t want the world to think that he was becoming easy or a bit of a slut. If anything, he loved keeping a low profile and staying under the radar. He had never had a girlfriend nor did he speak to other people about girls he liked. And screaming out to someone who was known to be a bit of a harlot that she should know his penis size… yeah… it really didn’t help with the clean image he was trying to keep.
And the second reason - Shit he had done it again. That paper wasn’t meant to be for Freya! Goddammit. Shoot him now.