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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:14:02 GMT -5
"If you have any baklava, I'll have that," Simon requested--no, nearly pleaded to the waitress. "And a cup of coffee, as well..."
"And you, hun?"
"Just a glass of water for me... Perhaps something light. Some fruit if you please." She scribbled on her pad, and returned towards the kitchen to retrieve the goodies. Silence for a bit. Simon felt as if he would squirm right out of his chair, but REL seemed at ease completely, scarcely even looking at him as she nonchalantly stared out the window.
"Have you ever dined here," she asked, the words slipping from her tongue like warm water on ice.
"Oh, er, what?" Mentally, he slapped himself in the face. He hadn't been paying attention, focusing primarily on the nice lady in the kitchen getting his baklava. REL seemed unaffected, which relaxed him... somewhat.
"I said, have you ever eaten here? It's a lovely little shop, it was the first place I came when father brought me here."
"Oh... No, I haven't. Didn't even know of it. Convenient, I guess. Not too far from home..." That last remark held something more of a longing tone, and he seemed to trail off in his words. There wasn't much to say, and he wasn't sure what to talk about.
"Oh, pity, it really is a little gem among the Harrington run cafes--don't tell Derby I said that, love. I believe Loretta used to work here--you've met her, my housemaid?"
His mind lingered a bit on the way she decided it was a perfect time to start calling him 'love,' but he snapped out of it and glanced back at REL, who was now staring at him. He couldn't decipher whether she was tired, bored, or lacked emotion entirely--from his experiences with the girl, the latter was entirely possible. "I... don't believe I have."
"Oh."
Another long pause. The waitress returned with their orders.
"Man, this is so boring," Peanut complained from outside. He sunk into the shrubbery. "Can you hear what they're saying, cuz I'm not getting any of it."
"Larry, we should really go," Roxy pleaded to no avail.
"Oh, hey, I betcha we can sneak in pretty unnoticed. Look, half of the people in there are tipsy offa wine and in their idea of costumes, anyway. Come on, we'll get a better look." and with this, Peanut lead Roxy unwillingly inside. They sat in a table just behind the couple and held their menus up to block their faces.
"Why can't we ever do what Roxy wants to do..." she mumbled.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:15:02 GMT -5
Simon lit up like a kid on Christmas when he saw the delectable desert placed right in front of him, grabbing his fork and delving into all its goodness. REL chuckled inwardly, how some people get so excited over the smallest of things, but still she couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger that the boy was a little too focused on the desert than her. Sure, it wasn't really a date, but it was common courtesy to at least pay a little bit of attention to a lady.
I mean, come on!
"Halloween..." she started "Silly little holiday don't you think?" Truthfully, she loved it, but you never can really tell with what Simon thought.
"Oh err..." He looked up from his plate, ignoring REL's bemused expression at the little bit of sauce that clung to the corner of his mouth, "Erm... Halloween eh?"
"Yes."
"I think it's... er... kinda cool, I guess." He wasn't really sure what on EARTH compelled him to agree to keep REL company, but all the same, he was here and he might as well make the best of it. "I mean, yeah."
"I see..."
"You... ah, gonna eat that?" He pointed to the small bowl of glazed and chopped fruit that REL had not even touched, though she did take a few sips of water.
The table behind them though, had one half of the couple looking pretty pleased with himself, "Damn, that Simon kid's toast."
"Yeah..." Roxy had, grown bored of her boy's antics, had put the menu aside and looked out the window boredly, tapping the small silver fork against the smooth surface, "I guess..." She figured that if she showed no interest in REL's date, she wouldn't be fucked over.
Right?
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:15:50 GMT -5
"Oh? You like fruit salad? The peaches smell divine, you should try some." Sure he'd probably noticed she hadn't so much as given the platter a second look since it arrived, but she wasn't in the mood to care. Water and ice are harmless, and if she needed to ingest something to appease her date, then the natural sugars in fruits and the aphrodesia of honey surely couldn't hurt--nor could the more potent strawberries for that matter. Well, anything that puts the stars of Venus in someone's eyes can't be too bad for someone's physique. Besides, she needn't worry about her feminine form; she'd counted her 136 calories today. She was on a roll.
In fact...
"Oh, well, I was just asking because you don't seem to be--" he was interrupted by REL picking up a strawberry and placing it in midair just a centimeter from his lips.
"Try it," she chimed. "Really, whatever 3rd world country grows their fruit should be honored as the Elysium fields of fruit." Simon blinked. I mean, come one! Here's some INSANE red-eyed brit chick with the restraint of an American woman sticking her skinny, bony little fingers in his face and trying to convinvce him to let her hand feed him a strawberry?
Then again. He was kinda trapped. He couldn't exactly slap the thing out of her hands and run away. Even politely rejecting seemed like it could bear potentially devastating consequences. So he forced a somewhat nervous smile and ate the freaking berry. Couldn't be as bad as a kick in the groins. REL smiled almost victoriously, a little mischeviously even, and sat back in her chair. She took a grape from the salad herself and exagerrated the motion of biting into it, her lips puckering over the black orb as she pulled the remaining half from her mouth. It was almost playful but certainly discomforting.
"Jesus, pu~shy. That kid's in deep," Peanut mumbled. "And he obviously doesn't know what he's doing," he almost complained. Roxy sat at attention. "Err, Man, I'd HATE to be THAT kid, Rox."
"Really, Larry. Watching Simon suffer isn't all that fun. I mean I don't particularly know him, but he's one of the nicer ones from what I know..."
"Oh, he probably kills puppies in the leisure of his home. Sadistic creeps're all the same."
"...really..." Roxy's eyebrows furrowed. He was a good guy, really, she knew it... But sometimes--OH, sometimes she did wish he'd just bite his tongue!
Baklava. A greecian pastry made with several thin, thin layers of crust, absolutely soaked in honey, and popularly garnished with walnuts, pecans, and chocolate. Oh, and so difficult to make--time consuming at least, to the poor souls who decide to attempt the delicacy without prior pastry knowledge.
She swallowed the last of her grape as she watched him finish his strawberry. She could tell he was uncomfortable. And yet... He never really did fight. If avoidance was impossible, nearly total compliance seemed to be the natural option! How peculiar, this behavior.
"Let me have a small piece of your baklava," she requested. Euck. No telling how much sugar's drowning that poor thing. Oh well. All in the name of good courtship, let's have a show!
A good Leo is never apprehensive to performances.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:16:50 GMT -5
He sat in the corner booth, switching his attention back and forth between the two tables occupied by the other students. He tugged on his scarf once in a while to let some heat escape. The cafe was slowly filling up with customers. While attempting to complete the tiny, required tasks, he watched the movements of REL's lips, trying his best to read what she was saying. To his disadvantage, REL and Simon's neighboring table had been taken by some old couple. Otherwise, he would have no trouble with eavesdropping on their conversation. Little did he know that no important material had been discussed between the two, for he was just wasting his time and effort. He told himself that his only goal was to figure out the girl's manipulative schems; her discreetness. He wanted to be able to read he moves, and he was convinced he would be able to if he tried hard enough. He told himself that he wanted to decipher her intentions, but sometimes, Dalton knew that his true intentions were much deeper.
Shortly after giving up on the lip-reading, Dalton rose from his seat and paced himself towards the greasers' table. Peanut was able to feel the approaching body and turned towards the blond, male student.
"Hi, I'm Dalton," he held out his hand for Roxy to shake, but it took her a while to analyze the situation.
"H-hello," she was rather frightened by the sudden outburst from a stranger, "I'm Roxy. Are you new?"
"Well, I've been at this school before you even came, but let's just say I enjoy laying low."
Peanut, who had already met the boy before, was uninterested in his presence and decided not to take part in their casual conversation. The two talked about where they hung out and which classes they had. Apparently, Dalton spends most of his days inthe darkness of the basement. It wasn't until Dalton mentioned REL quietly that Peanut's attention was captured.
"I know you've been involved in situations concerning REL," Dalton had bent down a bit to reach Roxy's ear, "I want you to tell me what you know about her. Perhaps, I can be of assistance to you. After all, you don't what she could be planning in that clever mind of hers."
"Hey you. You weren't a part of that shit, and you never should be. You leave that stuff for me to take care of, alright?" Peanut was rather upset about the upbringing of past events. Events that had hurt some of them, especially. At this point, he just wanted the creep to leave him and Roxy to their enjoyment. Who was he to bring up this stuff, anyway?
"Hey, let the pretty girl talk. This is between Roxy and me. If she needed you, I'm sure she'd let you know." Dalton was a tad annoyed by the interruption and still stood slightly-bent over, waiting for Roxy's reply.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:17:45 GMT -5
Roxy certainly was at a bit of a predicament, or at least at a loss of what to do; it wasn't like her to be involved in that REL mess, and it certainly wasn't like her to go about and intrude on other people's business.
Back home in Thatcher, everyone had kept their secrets and desires hidden away, presenting a smile and looking their best, everyone playing the role they allied themselves with; no one really knew how soft that quick-tongued rocker was under all that bravado, and no one really knew how tough that geeky wannabe astronomer really was.
It weighed heavily against them, but no one was hurt.
It didn't work that way in Bullworth, there was bound to be something you did to upset or provoke someone, and you'll be branded their enemy until graduation.
So whatever it was that had REL want to pick a bone with Roxy, perplexed the girl to no end. The harlot was a scheming one, and made all the more dangerous that no one could read her, so nobody had a clue as to what she was up to or why she hated so-and-so.
But Roxy played passive, "Well, Dalton," she said the name uncertainly, "As much as I'd appreciate your ah, help... I don't want any more tension between me and REL. It's quite clear she doesn't want me to be anywhere near her... I... I wouldn't want trouble with her."
At this, Dalton sat down next to Roxy, a bit too closely for Peanut's taste, but then again, he didn't want anyone near her bar himself (Benji was a given exception, she couldn't see the kid without having to scoop up and coo at him). All the same though, the charming blonde boy gave his argument, "But you never know with someone like her, she's a smooth talker that one, kissed every boy in Bullworth," he shot a glance at Peanut, but the latter didn't notice, "Surely an exchange of information for some assistance with the harlot is an oppurtunity that shouldn't be missed."
Roxy had kept her eye on REL for a while, hoping that the girl wouldn't suddenly turn back and glare at her with a fiery hate and have her publically humiliated, but all the same, she noticed the darker-skinned girl had a bit of a calm demeanour... normally, a person would show some sort of sign of being a tad anxious when their dates start looking a bit too stiff...
But Roxy didn't want any trouble, even if there was some coming her way, she figured that there'd be more where that came from, if she brought in the calvary. "Well, I guess I wouldn't be any use to you, Dalton, I haven't been here for long, and I don't know much about REL. Other than she throws great parties and wears nice clothes."
"I see... well, I guess I'll have to try my luck elsewhere then." He gave a polite nod before leaving, into the shadows or into the streets, and made a mental note to prod Peanut about his one-time fling with the harlot.
Hey, who said greasers didn't kiss and tell?
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:18:08 GMT -5
Anne slumped across the vale, looking for everyone but she did not care. No one wanted her anymore. "I'm just a stupid little kid..." Anne thought hatefully. Even her friends abandoned her, even the nerds.
She hung her head down in shame and sadness, depression and despair. An ominous wind blew past Anne as she crawled into the darkness of an alley. A greaser sped past her carrying a can of spray paint, being chased by two cops. She shook her head, waiting for the cop to notice her spud gun she secretly stole from the nerds.
A sudden laughter broke her silence in a notorious flash. The laugh sounded like... no, it can't be... Gary? Anne sped toward the direction in which the laugh occurred. It was Gary! He wiped the floor with a bully and greaser which were in an apparent fight together.
"Gary?!" Anne spewed without thinking.
"Hey! If it isn't Anne, the girl who got bested by a prep!" Gary sneered with his usual rudeness.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Isn't there some party or am I going crazy?" Anne asked with a hiss, wondering if her insanity is on the fritz again.
"Mmmm... not sure. Nor do I care... " he said.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:18:47 GMT -5
"What was that about?" Peanut looked at Dalton, who walked back to his place with a cool gait, every so often shooting a wink off at Roxy, who in turn would be sent into a furious blush.
She wasn't used to that sort of attention. Okay, so maybe she was a little, since Vance was nothing but a notorious flirt who chatted up any girl or guy he could find on the spot.
But she hardly knew Dalton, so it proved a bit difficult to brush off his actions. All the same though, it also bothered Roxy a great deal that Peanut was still interested in REL's date. Simon hung up on an answer and not *entirely* sure what to do next.
So Larry had his little suspence to hang onto, while Roxy just slumped in her seat and gazed boredly out the window, "I hope this ends soon, I need to go home." She mumbled, but not before catching the sight of a demented looking student in a peculiar looking officer uniform. And was that a boy (or girl?!) in a bunny suit following after?
Meh... Just hurry it up REL so that my boy here gets over you and I can go home and sleep...
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:20:37 GMT -5
Simon stared at REL quite blankly. She was leaned over a great portion of the table, looking very strained, and he thought it must be dreadfully uncomfortable. He, on the other hand, was 'casually' leaning beack into his chair.
Oh, now, the baklava?
"Eugh.. Go ahead," he offered quite politely. "Help yourself." She retained her facial expression of polite but playful inquisition but lingered at him in a gaze for a moment longer as if he had made the incorrect response and finally widened her smile with a tad of aggrivation and took just one tiny piece from his tray. She was quiet for a few moments. This was relaxing--until he realized that she obviously must have wanted him to hand feed her that piece of baklava.
It was a scarring image that followed in his head, and suddenly he lost his appetite for anything that even had honey on it.
"...Well. This was a... nice detour. It's getting later, and I'm afraid I cannot stay severed from my guests much too longer. Let's go, I'll walk you home. ...I guess I'll be alright for the trip back home. Really. You look... exhausted." He voice kind of fluctuated from airy and polite to flat and nasal.
SWEET MERCIFUL JESUS YOU MUST EXIST! MOTHER WAS QUITE RIGHT ABOUT YOU!!
Simon stood up and waited at the door for REL after placing a tip for the waitress.
"Hey, they're leavin'. They haven't even done anything yet !"
"Give it a rest, Larry. She's obviously not THAT much of a slut."
"You don't know her like I do. I mean, y'know. You only just met the girl a few weeks ago and I've known the little rat since she moved here."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:21:26 GMT -5
Roxy got up from her seat, somewhat irritated at the night's events, "For... Forget about it. Come on, walk me home," she said, holding Peanut's hands in her ow, tugging him childishly. He rolled his eyes and smiled, getting up.
"Okay, okay, come on then..."
Their walk home was mostly a silent one, not much needed to be said between the two teenagers and they certainly were much too tired to think up of anything interesting.
Through it all though, Peanut constantly remembered back on his days spent with REL. He often wondered though, if Roxy knew she wasn't the first girl he had set his eyes on.
Then again, even with Roxy he couldn't help but look at the other pretty girls. But she never said anything... so he never stopped the habit.
All the same though, he was upset that he couldn't dig up dirt on the she-witch back in the cafe, at least hoping for her to cause a scene or some such or give a little insight into her next plot.
The mind of REL Wigglesworth is one not worth looking into, too many entanglements and too many puzzles to solve. A toss-up, a hit or miss... you never know with her, that wildcard.
He remembered looking at her from the first day she stepped through Bullworth, how he was completely enarmoured with her, captivated by her charm.
He remembered those make-out sessions behind the dumpsters, the touches his teenaged being wanted... he thought he had this girl, he thought she was his and he was hers. That was not to be, for not only a few hours later, did he hear the rumours and the facts to back it up.
To think, that he was foolish to believe her. The transition from love to hate couldn't have been any more quicker. He was heartbroken for a little while, aiming his crush on over to Lola Lombardi for a little while.
Then he found out she was a slut too.
"Larry?"
He was dragged out of his thoughts by a small voice, "Yeah, Nightingale?"
"Listen, I..." She bit her bottom lip, looking a bit unsure, "I'm... I'm sorry tonight didn't work out so well between us. I mean, I was hoping for it to be a little different."
"That's okay," he smiled at her, squeezing her hand in his large ones, "We're home." A kiss goodnight and a tender hug, "Love ya, girlie. 'Night."
"Goodnight, Larry. See you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah... bye."
...He couldn't help but wonder, if she'd break his heart one day too.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:22:27 GMT -5
E.V plonked herself down on to one of the cafe chairs, her coffee spilling on to her hand as she did. Jet lag had been doing her head in for the past few days and she still didn't feel right. It was hard enough keeping her eyes open anyway, kohl-rimmed and weighed down with about eight coats of mascara as they were. Heaving a great sigh that quickly turned in to a yawn, she took a huge chug of coffee and grimaced. It felt like swallowing boiling sand.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:22:49 GMT -5
Oh. My. Gawd. Burning hot liquid. On my shoulder. Dripping down my arm. It burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrns.
OH-MY-GAWD-DOES-IT-STAIN!??
REL jerked her attention to the large spot of coffee burning on her shirt, the gloppily shaped brown spot on the dark grey. That. Shirt. Costed. 236 dollars and 96 cents and it was bought in freaking France under some freaking designer's name that REL couldn't be bothered to remember because he was just an amateur in comparison to RWW's designer but still he was famous and this entire run-on sentence is just racing through her mind like an ensuing trainwreck and
"OH, SWEET JESUS!! Wh-wh-wha--"
Simon's jaw dropped. That was some fine fabric he knew for sure, and that girl? Yeah, whoever SHE was? She was DEAD. Twice over if Gord Vendome ever found out. "REL, perhaps we should just go, the fabric... might be able to be restored with some of Gord's... fabric. Stuff." He cleared his throat at the blatant lack of intelligent wording for the hastily spewed excuse, and fearing the rapidly approaching drama, he now moreso than ever wanted to go home. Like, now. Actually, yesterday would be a good time if it's still open. No? Ok, now will do.
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PEASANT!! Do you EVEN know what you've done!??"
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:23:05 GMT -5
E.V tried her best to stutter an apology, something she wasn't very good at anyway, but a train of thoughts turning in to a massive brainstorm inside her head made everything else fade in to the background.
She called me a peasant, that means she's a prep, ergo I get slandered, the preppy boys come after me, I pay the dry cleaning bill (which I can't afford) or all three. I can't take all the boys on and win. If I got my friends to help- oh yes, I have no friends, this isn't London you twat. Oh well done E.V, you've not been here a week and you've ruined your life already.
E.V quickly got rid of the essay that had just sprang up in her mind. What to say, what to say... Being too damn stubborn to grovel and too poor to pay, she choked out "Christ, I-I'm sorry..."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:23:21 GMT -5
REL kinda stared at the girl. With that kinda "whut" look. Like she couldn't comprehend that this child had just spilled coffee on her and all she had to say for herself was "Sorry."
I mean, come on. It's not like REL particularly cared about some stupid shirt that she could probably have custom made at the blink of an eye. Obviously, it was that some imbecile had spilled coffee on HER, HER--REL Wigglesworth, god, herself, if she could think so highly, and just says "Oh, Christ I'm sorry."
What was that. What was that. And yet REL kinda just stood there for a minute because she had to forcibly resist the urge to bitch slap the little cretin or grab a steak knife and shank her, simply because that's what she would have done back with mom. Ooh, those miscreant mexican trash backslides.
But physical and immediate revenge were something she didn't wish to partake in, anyway.
This girl would get hers.
"Come on, Simon, let's leave before this night gets any WORSE," she said down her nose at the girl, sharply turning on heel towards the door and planning in her head just exactly how she could make this little wretch cry.
And to think. It all would have been a small affair if Simon had only smiled at her.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:23:43 GMT -5
Kay. What a mind fuck she was on.
She stood up, on a floor that buckled and bent. Life was a nuke and she had the button.
She clawed her way down the tunnell towards stairs that gleamed with invite.
Thunder thunder lightning ahead. Thunder thunder lightning. Thunder thunder lightning ahead. Now i kiss you dark and long. filled with tainted girls and motel frills.
Up up up, along a corridor now, who knew? Nowhere was better than the smell of clean carpets and a hint of perfume, sweeter than honey. Take this now, i'm waiting....
A door. Knock knock, who's there? No one? That's a bad joke... a bad joke for a bad girl.
What a laugh. You was done up there mate.
Touchie touchie, what's THAT?!
"Mmmmmmmmm if love is a drug then i'm high."
Thunder thunder lightning ahead. I could kiss you dark and long. Thunder thunder lightning ahead. Now i kiss you dark and long
"Gee I'm so alone."
Whoa.
This is comfortable, keep this.
Shout your love. The stars are black. The church is sweet. My skin is hot. Thunder thunder lightning ahead. Now i kiss you dark and long. shout your love...
Oh yeah....
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 19, 2008 15:24:12 GMT -5
It has been theorized on several occasions that everyone has a fate dictating the outcomes of certain events. Ancient civilizations long since passed worshiped the various Gods and almighty beings they believed to govern their fates, and a handful of people continue to believe in such religious beliefs.
Will however, believed this to be utter trash conjured by minds more ill than his. So it's safe to say he did not blame his unnecessary amount of bad luck on fate, rather disgusting people.
People like Olivier Daivou.
Olivier, or Beau as he preferred to be called, was a cheeky Preppie with a taste for himself. He didn't need to have a taste for anything else really, as everything he liked was obviously of perfect taste. Despite being the newest edition to Bullworth's rapidly growing Preppie bin, Beau met all of the requirements of one that would quickly climb their way to the top. He was determined, as determined as a snob could be, he was clever, as clever as money permitted, he was gorgeous, as gorgeous as teen-daydream, and almost as annoying as those whiny children one finds on Myspace.
Beau believed that the poor were poor because they didn't deserve to be rich. Being the handsome noble he was, he obviously was entitled to his fortune. No one with a face this beautiful should live in poverty!
Whether or not fate played any part in these two young men bumping into each other, quite literally, while a growing ruckus seemed to be going on inside the local cafe, will never be known. However, know this, and know it well, the events from here on forth are certainly doomed.
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The tiny coffee shop was awfully busy for Halloween night. Will could not help but wonder why in the world these ridiculous teenagers were terrorizing a cafe rather than some unfortunate fellow's house. Wasn't that what they did on Halloween? Terrorize people? As the dark-haired teen drew closer to the area of interest, he realized that the person behind the commotion was none other than the very person he had been wasting his time trying to find:
REL Wiggelsworth.
After one of Will's revenge scheme's had horribly backfired, he'd learned of Bullworth's latest edition to the bicycle rack through the grapevine, and knew she would definitely be the one to cough-up some of Derby's dirty little secrets. Hopefully useful ones, not that he wears pink undergarments or something stupid like that...
Before he could set his latest plan in motion however, he was shoved aside by the most atrocious looking blond child Will had ever had the misfortune of meeting.
"Oh move out of my way, won't you peasant! Can't you see I'm in dire need of refreshment?"
It was terrible. It was as if everything Will hoped to destroy, the very essence of the Harrington family itself, had somehow leaped out from within the family and possessed the soul of some hideous youth which it planned to use to rain down untold amounts of Hell upon less fortunate folks.
On the other hand, Beau could not believe that this unkempt excuse of a human being dared to stand in his way. He was thirsty! Do you understand me?! PARCHED. Beau Daivou desired a tall glass of peach tea and he desired it now! Anyone who dared to stand in his perfect way was obviously imperfect and deserved to be flicked off the surface of his perfect world, the one inside his perfect mind of course. Before Beau had another chance to speak out against how unworthy the world was of his glory...
Everything became cold, and wet, and HORRIBLE. Will was filled with a horrible amount of annoyance, probably because his pill were two minutes overdue, and this horrible creature had the nerve to shove him. Well, not being the type to take things lying down, Will shoved back. Beau, not expecting any form of retaliation, met his fate in a conveniently placed puddle. Oh, the irony of it all!
Beau's mind exploded into a series of rampaging thoughts, but he found himself unable to voice all 500 of them at once.
All he managed to get out was
one
shrill
shriek.
"MY AQUABERRY SWEATERRRR!!!"
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