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she took that as an invitation to sit down beside me, which is a bummer cause I was hoping to sit alone to the ride there. I was tempted to give a snarky remark, but she might find humor in that as well so I opted not to... I let it pass by like a rhetorical question. “I'm Luna by the way,” she extended her hands towards me. “And I'm not interested,” I ignored it. Surely that should be enough for the girl to get the memo... Should! She laughed again. “I think you and I are gonna get along just fine 'Not Interested'” she quoted. I genuinely made an effort not to roll my eyes, but it was near impossible, especially when I'm going to be dealing with 'this' the entire bus ride to Miseri Camp. Th

I’m loving my options so far. Everyone claps and cheers as he makes his way up to the front. “And last, but certainly not least, Xander Thompson!” Several girls scream as the round of applause breaks out. “Yeah buddy!” Jason yells after him. “Alright, now for the girls! First up we have Mackenzie Jones!” Everyone claps and several guys whistle as she makes her way up to the front. “Next, we have Maddison Sinclair!” Another round of applause and Charlie and I yell, “We love you Maddy!” as she’s walking down.

I feel it the second they cross the threshold: Three separate heartbeats that don’t belong in a normal high school. Hargrove (cheerful, oblivious): “Everyone, please welcome our mid-year transfers. They’ll be finishing the year with us.” The first is a girl, maybe 5'3", copper-red curls, freckles like constellations. She’s wearing a vintage bomber jacket two sizes too big and combat boots laced with orange ribbon. Her smile is bright, but her green eyes are ancient. Girl (waving): “Hey! I’m Rowan Holiday—no relation to the sub, I swear.

Just as the words left her lips, a blackout occurred, darkness snatching everywhere in the house. The relief was cellular. “Well, that’s a good night.” Turning her phone light on, she drawled, “That’d be boring.” Her eyes sparkled. “Let’s play truth and dare.” My heart thumped. God help me.

Rolling my eyes, I watched the whole scene, the giggles of the cheerleaders grew louder as they witnessed the extraordinary. Well, as they would always call it. Like a mix of swirling different colors of broken crayons---there were gaping mouths, annoying smirks, and stares full of lust with curses along their mouths. So who was the target of this ridiculous disorder? Yes, the most popular girl in our school--- the head cheerleader. The girl every boy wanted and every girl wanted to be. And girls also wanted her. In bed, actually, if you know what I mean. Her name is Arisa Gail Valentine.

Good Girl! Intro; Alexei decides to take Madison to an exclusive orgy party. He was quite an exhibitionist and he reveled to see the look on her face as she watched others climax to their pleasure. Madison; Dating Alexei is quiet daunting and it’s like stepping into uncharted waters but she didn’t mind Alexei’s P.O.V.

Carl whine making me and Courtney laugh. "So sad Allison died." I nod at Courtney. "Lydia and Kira are now the new best friend. Malia is like bipolar, she always wants to kill." We all laugh as we continue talking about Teen Wolf characters, even in our dinner we still talk about it, the scenes and everything. The night is calm I am now at my room staring at the sky, the moon is up in it's half moon with stars filling the sky. While the woods so quiet and dark, darker as usual, opening my window and take a deep breath of the first cold air, calming my nerves.

Bad Guy by Billie Eilish started, making Tessa squeal, “I LOVE this song.” The bass vibrated through my body, creating this tingle just beneath my skin. Mixed with the alcohol, it felt like we were floating together. Tess was a little further gone than I was. She came to party, and I didn’t miss the looks her boyfriend was giving her as she swayed against my body.

It just needed a few Barbie posters and pink bed-sheets would do to bring that girly flair to my bed. After plugging my phone to charge, I decided to turn on the radio to fill the room with some lively tunes. I sauntered around my new room, my favorite pop song came blasting through the speakers. It was the latest and trending hit, "Good 4 U" by Olivia Rodrigo. The catchy beats and angsty lyrics filled the air, instantly energizing me and putting a smile on my face. I couldn't help but sing along as I continued exploring my new space, dancing to the infectious rhythm.

Sitting near the back, a sleek, medium-sized lady leaned over to the colleague beside her. She didn't realize how sharply sound traveled across the glass table. “How come she got the secretary position?” the lady murmured loudly, her voice laced with pure jealousy. “I think it’s just because of a connection. She just wants to be close to Mr. Mateo. Oh my goodness, I should have been the one... she’s so fat and ugly.” Layla’s hands instantly clenched into tight fists on top of the table, her head dipping slightly as the insult hit her.