║♔║Cøld Aḯя & ☮ᴊᴀsᴍɪɴᴇ☮

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[ Plot ]
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Ronan was turned into a vampire so he can survive the serious car accident. Being a vampire is kind of like his life force. There is another way for him to survive without being a vampire, but considering his personality, it would be difficult to do so. The one who turned him into a vampire would be Kate. She could be his ex who... I dunno. Presumably died? She turned him to save his life, but then died herself because she saved his life. Equivalent exchange. So the other way he can survive is be able to actually love a woman and stay with her. If he can achieve that, he can survive without being a vampire. But the only way to change him back from a vampire is the one who changed him into one. Kate died, so turning back into a human is difficult, but the item passed down in Cara's family solved that. Ronan turned back into a human and lived happily ever after with Cara.
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[ Basic Personalities ]
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Ronan should continue showing that gentle and and good boy personality to the public. No one but his brother actually knows of his womanizer personality.

Cara should be that hard-to-get type of girl. Ronan gets pissed because he can't make her fall for him despite how he's able to do that to every girl. He tries every way he can to make her fall for him, but it just doesn't work. To realizes he fell for Cara before she fell for him?
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[ Characters ]
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Love Square
Ronan Cato Glory
Cara Forbes
Esme Sliverglass
Beautiful guy who will be Ronan's rival in...everything (name...?)
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[ Meeting ]
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Ro gets held back in high school because he was in a serious car accident with his parents, so he was in the hospital for like the whole year, which holds him back. He's a senior and Cara a junior? Going by their ages...

I'm thinking of both of them are like popular kids. Cara could be a new kid at the school during Ro's absence. And they're like two amazing people and they clash one day in the hall. They don't exactly get along well during their first meeting. Their second meeting could be at the end of the day. I dunno. Or the next day. She discovers his Casanova personality.

The whole "Oh my gosh! Did you see the new girl? She's so awesome, blah blah jealous, blah blah, Ronan-should-overhear-this"

That could lead up to their meeting! It should be like people talking about her and Ronan's with his friends and fan girls and all that stuff. He asks them who Cara is and right on cue, she's walking down that same hall with people surrounding her. They stop and...jazz. She should be wondering who he is too.
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[ Confession ]
(view spoiler)[It should be during a partner project that Ronan realizes he's in love with Cara. Cara is working with some other guy, and Ronan feels jealous that she's not working with him instead.

***Before Christmas
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[ Introductions ]
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Childhood Friend
One day during spring break, when Ro and Cara get together and it's a pool party. Cara is outside, looking up the side of the house, er, mansion, and find Ro and another girl together. She mistakens them for...the beginning of...you know... ehehe But they're just talking and... bleh. When we get there, it'll make more sense. xD So anyway, Cara gets jealous and returns to the pool where the other people are and when Ro gets there, he's confused why Cara is avoiding and mad at him and stuff. Then we use the same ending of your idea for this one.

Beautiful Guy
Cara gets so frustrated she leaves, bumping into a beautiful guy and stuff happens (maybe she falls or he sees her crying or something). They part ways, knowing not even the other's name.

Both
The guy shows up as the newbie at the school, becomes a rival to Ronan's popularity, and a challenger for his wuvvvv.

Childhood friend returns to school from studying aboard and becomes Cara's love competition for Ronan, who doesn't see his childhood friend as a love interest, but a younger sister. After rejection, she gets over it and becomes Cara's supporter for her love for Ronan. She shall fall for the beautiful guy.
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[ Rivalry--"Beach competition" ]
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When Esme and beautiful guy are introduced, we should have a trip to the beach. It should be before school is over. Beaches are fun... And that allows for competition between Ro and beautiful guy.
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[ Resolution ]
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Ronan wants to be human again so he can be with Cara until she dies. As a vampire, he does not have the luxury to spend the rest of his life with her. Becoming human is the only way for that to happen...and to stop that thirst for blood of his.

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║ FACE CLAIM ║
║Francisco Lachowski║

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Ronan has a natural olive complexion that can also be described as tan; both means the same in the end. He has a marking at the back of the base of his neck. The marking is a heart with the shape of a waning crescent moon down the middle. On the left side of the moon, the heart is shaded black, while the left is not shaded in any color. There is a story to this marking, but since no one has bear witness to it because it’s concealed by his clothes, the story has never been told. Excluding this marking, Ronan’s skin is unmarked.

Ronan was born with a head of thick, silky brown-cocoa color hair that he inherited from his beautiful mother. Similarly to hers, Ronan’s hair is evidently long; it reaches down to his neck, but is not long enough to cover the heart-crescent moon marking. Despite how Ronan inherited his mother’s beautiful hair, he hates it being long, so he has it cut to the length he is favors: just below his ear. Although he has his mother’s hair, Ronan is like his father when it comes to messy hair. He always runs his hand through it because of the smoothness, so whenever he styles it for some reason, the styling always come undone. It’s messy, just like how it always is when he wakes up in the morning.
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Ronan’s eyes are the color of melted dark chocolate. There is always a mischievous and playful look in his eyes; these are the two emotions that Ronan really shows. Very rarely have Ronan revealed any other emotion in his “windows to the soul”; he just isn’t the type of person to let others know what he is feeling, so there is always that signature look in his eyes or just no emotion at all. However, Ronan did show the emotion of love and joy. That was the time where Ronan was actually open and showed other emotions through his eyes.

Ronan’s weight is in the healthy range; he is 155 pounds. However, Ronan’s weight will sometimes drop below healthy and go into underweight. This is usually because he lost his appetite of eating or drinking for some reason--which varies--but the reason could also be because of how he got tired of eating the same foods on a daily basis. Once he feels like eating again, Ronan will eat until he’s full, which brings him back into his healthy range. His weight can be random at times, but that’s nothing new.

Ronan’s father was a tall man, and his tall height was in his genes. Ronan inherited his father’s genes for a tall height, and now stands at six-foot-three (6’3”). He also has long legs, another reason for why Ronan is such a tall young (or old, if you’re going by his actual age) man. Despite how Ronan is so tall and his height can be convenient for some things, his height is sometimes mocked upon because he is much taller than the some of the men that knows him. He is only mocked because of envy of such a tall height by the other men.

A mesomorph. Ronan is one of those few men who are born with that athletic physique and just can’t seem to gain or lose much weight. Ronan, though, is a bit different. With his weight changing randomly because he doesn’t feel like eating, Ronan is a bit different from a typical mesomorph. Ronan has a toned and athletic build.

Ronan has the B blood type.

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●◉○Name○◉● Ronan Cato Glory
◌◎Nickname◎◌ Ro
●◉○Age○◉● 19
◌◎Birthday◎◌ August 14th
◌◎Zodiac Sign◎◌ Leo ➛ ♌
●◉○Gender○◉● Masculine ➛ ♂
◌◎Sexuality◎◌ Heterosexual

◌◎Relationship Status◎◌
❝I wonder how many would believe me if I say I was actually single.❞

▪▣▫Personality▫▣▪

❝They say he is a gentleman,
A successful future businessman,
A moneymaker,
A wonderful husband,
The perfect man.❞

But as the saying goes, “never judge a book by its cover”. Is that really who they believe him to be?

Ronan is everything but what the rumors say he is. That is simply his image; his other, unwanted, false apparition to others. Ronan has the choice to not continue his act because he is the eldest and the favored child, but he wants to please others for his own entertainment. The only person who knows of Ronan’s true person is his younger brother, Alphonse, the less favored and talented child. It is a secret shared between close brothers who act as if they wish they were never born as blood brothers.

A Casanova at heart and the true face of Ronan Cato Glory. Ronan makes it apparent that once he is interested in a girl, that girl is the only one whose Ronan’s attention is on. He has been a Casanova ever since he was a child at the young age of eight. It was at that age that he realized that he is attracted to more than just a single maiden, but enjoys to play with their hearts until he finds some reason to not “love them” anymore. He is very secretive in this way, and is able to keep track of everything he does... If he remembers to write things down in a notebook that he keeps. As Ronan grew older, he became more daring, and wanted to challenge himself to how many girls he can take secretly for his entertainment. Five was the maximum number; with five different ladies, he had to use five different identities for each of them. Ronan only used his real name when notice of Ronan being with another girl was public. Despite the news being public, Ronan lies to each of the girl he secretly dates that he actually doesn’t like the other girl, and that their love was fake. His lies are always believed in.

Ronan has a very flexible personality. In all of his fake relationships, Ronan can easily act as if he is madly in love with them. He does what he can to please the girl and show his passion to her. However, what he does in spending money is simply for him to see what reactions girls shows when they are presented with beautiful and expensive objects and valuables. Even after spending a long time with a girl, Ronan does not fall in love with them; it matters not to him if the girl he takes is everything a man would desire of a woman or not. Ronan can break away from the false relationships he created without hesitation and regret. He will simply state the obvious after stalling some time, and leave without a backward glance. He feels as if he is going deaf whenever he destroys the relationship because the girl would break down and start crying, shouting how she loved him, or both. Ronan couldn’t care less about the feelings of the girl.

The traits that Ronan show in both his false and true person are his optimism, intelligence, and thoughtfulness. However, Ronan doesn’t show how thoughtful he actually is for some unknown reason; it’s probably because he doesn’t want to show how compassionate he is. A trivial reason, but that is who Ronan is. His optimism and intelligence are the two traits that many love about Ronan. He is not one to see the negative side of things until the time for it has come. With his intelligence combined with his optimism, Ronan can easily turn downgraded conversations into something more cheerful and enjoyable. For ladies, his smiles are more than enough to bring their spirits up. However, the smiles he gives are fake and they do not come from the heart. Nonetheless, they look real and warm to others. Ronan easily makes friends with those two traits.

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⇢ Casanova
⇢ Flexible
⇢ Optimistic
⇢ Intelligent
⇢ Thoughtful
⇢ Compassionate

▪▣▫Family▫▣▪
♂ Adrian Gale Glory - Father (deceased)
♀ Serenity Glory - Mother (comatose)
♂ Alphonse Glory - Younger brother (alive)

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Esme has a natural olive complexion that can also be described as tan; both means the same in the end. She has beautiful and unmarked smooth skin. Because of her natural complexion and skin, Esme is always the center of attention; girls are envious of her beauty and dearly wish they were born with her features, while the boys are falling head over heels for her looks.

Esme has the same exact hair as her mother: long, smooth, and silky platinum blonde. Due to Esme's hair color, many mistaken it for natural white hair. However, if one looks closely enough, there are strands of hair that are very light blonde. From afar, it's very difficult to tell; some say it's impossible. Even Esme herself can't see her light blonde strands of hair. Despite how Esme's hair color is rare, and how it should be treasured, Esme doesn't actually like her hair color because it's "too plain". She frequently highlights her hair into her favorable hair color, light brown.

Esme has heterochromia, meaning she has two different eye colors. Despite how her eyes are two different colors, they are both very bright, and appear to be gemstones glistening. Her left eye is an Aquamarine blue, while her right is a Peridot olive green. Aquamarine and Peridot are gemstones, and because her eyes are similar shades to the gems, Esme's eyes has been dubbed as "Aquamarine and Peridot eyes". Esme also has very long eyelashes. People believe that Esme uses mascara to lengthen her eyelashes, but that's actually false. They are natural eyelashes, and she inherited that feature from her father.

It's rude to ask a lady her weight, so it's best not to ask. However, Esme's weight is in the healthy range; it varies everyday in that range, so there is never a day where she's the same weight everyday. With this kind of information, Esme doesn't even know what her weight is, so asking is like asking how an elder how old he or she is. Esme adores food and she eats a lot because she's always hungry. The only reason why she's so healthy is because she is a dancer, a gymnast, and a skater. Dancing always keep her occupied and moving.

Esme stands at the average height of five-foot-seven (5'7"). As a dance and a gymnast, she always up on her feet. With those exercises and sports she work on, her legs are the main reason for her height. And it's because of her legs that the guys...

Esme has an hourglass body type. She has a lithe build.
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●◉○Name○◉● Esme Sliverglass
◌◎Nickname◎◌ Essi
●◉○Age○◉● 17
◌◎Birthday◎◌ August 27th
◌◎Zodiac Sign◎◌ Virgo ➛ ♍
●◉○Gender○◉● Feminine ➛ ♀
◌◎Sexuality◎◌ Heterosexual
◌◎Relationship Status◎◌ Single, but crushing

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⇢ Gentle
⇢ Soft-spoken
⇢ Optimistic
⇢ Sensitive
⇢ Thoughtful
⇢ Good listener
⇢ Oblivious

▪▣▫Family▫▣▪
♂ Stephen Sliverglass - Father (alive)
♀ Lisette Cascade Sliverglass - Mother (alive)
♂ Terrance Sliverglass - Oldest brother (alive)
♂ Kendall Sliverglass - Second oldest brother (alive)
♂ Drew Siverglass - Third oldest brother (alive)

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Hair: A dominant color of dark brown, but with subtle hints of light brown, red, and golden blonde.
Eyes: Most of the time a deep, almost navy blue color. But they change shades depending on her emotions.
Weight: 118 lbs.
Height: 5'6"

Getting deeper into specifics, Cara has an extremely curvy figure, and quite a large chest. She doesn't really... like it, and tries her best not wear things that will show off too much or give others the impression that she is a whore. Specifically because Cara has a very noticeable body-with her contrasting semi-pale skin, vibrant cerulean eyes, and dark hair-she's long given up trying to wear "camouflage outfits" and things that make her "blend in with the scenery". Though Cara may not think much of it, she has a very pretty and beautiful profile. She has a small nose, heart-shaped face, slightly prominent cheekbones, thick lashes, and full lips. Cara is one of those people who really tries not to put much effort in appearances, but can't helped being called lovely.

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●◉○Name○◉● Cara Marie Forbes
◌◎Nickname◎◌ "Cal"
●◉○Age○◉● 18
◌◎Birthday◎◌ October 13
◌◎Zodiac Sign◎◌ Libra ➛ ♎
●◉○Gender○◉● Feminine ➛ ♀
◌◎Sexuality◎◌ Heterosexual
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❝I could tell you I'm single... But it wouldn't be as entertaining❞

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Cara on the surface is clever, intelligent, and most definately silver-tongued. She is prone to making sassy and witty remarks, as well as being narcisstic. But she does so in a way that others know Cara is simply being good-natured and friendly-like. Most of her personality is that of a Libra (see Zodiacal Symbol). Cara is a perfect match with anyone, as she can subconciously switch her behavior depending on who is who and the situation. Therefore, it is quite hard to tell what kind of a person she really is, especially by first glance.

However, that does not mean you may never be able to understand or get to know you. If you are observant enough, you can be able to catch those moments where her guard slips and her inner psyche bleeds through. Underneath all her clever remarks and good nature is a deep, open wound; full of guilt, sadness, loss, anger, helplessness, and above all, loneliness. As far as Cara knows, she has never once had any friends. Cara has heard of love, and has even gone as far as to research it. It sounded so very attractive and nostalgic. But it just went to show she had never experienced love. Cara does not know what an actual romantic relationship is like.

Confusing, huh? That's not even the half of it. Even with all of this "I'm awesome and cool and happy but I'm actually not" nonsense, Cara is very well put together. She can easily keep anyone from actually knowing what's bubbling beneath the surface, adding a very mysterious air about her. Cara also has this uncanny and odd sort of knowledge concerning the inner works of the mind. Ironic, since she has never had an actual relationship with a person. I suppose you could say it's Cara's own experiences of disaster that make her exceptionally aware of others. Or you could simply say it's her little super-power.

This feminine is quite stubborn, though not to the point where she becomes a hassle... most of the time. Cara can be at certain times hot headed, though has quite an average temper; vexed only when you hit the right points. But when she does indeed become quite angry, Cara is very unlikely to forgive easily, unless she plays you as a favorite. However, if she considers you as some one-or something-that she does not particularly find on good terms with, you might want to step off and avoid the negative energy. It's not exactly fun.

I suppose you could say Cara is an enigma wrapped up in a mumbo-jumbo of feelings and confusion. Doesn't make sense? Exactly


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⇢ Kind
⇢ Empathetic
⇢ Good Listener
⇢ Intelligent
⇢ Thoughtful
⇢ Reliable/Loyal



▪▣▫Family▫▣▪
♂ Michael Isaac Forbes - Father (alive)
♀ Jenna Claire Forbes - Mother (alive)

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ADAM GALLAGHER



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Anderson has the looks of a well-paid male model, his square jaw, full lips, and thin nose balancing out perfectly. His skin is not too tan, not too pale either. Anderson is skinny, tall, and overall well-built. Just about every straight girl who lays eyes on him instantly falls head-over-heels in love. His genuine, gentleman air doesn't help the affairs of the heart either.

The color of his star-like eyes is hard to pinpoint. They can appear a pale blue, a dark green, or a deep chartreuse-cerulean. It has been noted that Anderson's eyes change color when he is experiencing a strong emotion, but are supposed to be deep blue (though not as blue as Cara's eyes).

Anderson's locks are slightly long, though they are not long enough to reach the nape of his neck. His hair is almost as confusing as his eyes; it has streaks of brown, blonde, and even black. Many think Anderson has gotten his hair high-lighted, though it has simply been bleached by the sun. It's quite thick and silky, and many usually have to restrain themselves from running their hands through it in curiosity

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❝I love you, Cal❞

●◉○Name○◉● Anderson Benjamin Cooper
◌◎Nickname◎◌ "A" and very rarely, "An"
●◉○Age○◉● 19
◌◎Birthday◎◌ July 31
◌◎Zodiac Sign◎◌ Leo ➛ (view spoiler)[The Zodiacal Sign of Leo commences on July 21st, but for seven days it does not come into its full power until on or about July 28th. From this date onwards it is in full strength until August 20th and is then for seven days gradually losing its strength on account of becoming overlapped by the "cusp" of the incoming sign Virgo.

The Fire sign in these people is enthusiastic, energetic, and optimistic. Representatives of signs are happy, lucky people. Fixed people are stable. They don't like much change. Status quo suits them fine. They will stick to things and get them done.

People born in this period always aim to get above the common herd of humanity, and they themselves in turn are naturally attracted to strong personalities – in fact, they will forgive any fault in the people they like so long as they have individuality and purpose. They are usually generous, kind, and openhearted, they find it hard to believe ill of others. If injured, they strike back quickly, but they also forgive easily and never hold a grudge. The bright side of Leo is very bright indeed, "sunny side up" they are very much attuned to the life giving properties of our Sun itself. The typical Leo is flamboyant and generous with tremendous charm and a magnanimous spirit.

The Sun is the single most important planet, because it represents a LEO's ego and individuality. It shows their ambitions and deepest character traits, where they have the ability to shine.

Such people represent what might be termed the heartforce of humanity. They are overflowing with sympathy, and are generally generous to a fault.

They are usually lucky in money matters, often having money given to them from unthought-of sources; but they crave love above all, and this is the one thing they seldom get.

Such people have the power to inspire others, and as leaders like Napoleon, born in this Sign. They have an ability to lead their men through fire or death.

People who were born in this period usually have an extremely independent spirit; they detest control or being dictated to. They have great tenacity of purpose and will power and if once they put their mind on some plan, purpose or position, they usually reach their goal in spite of every difficulty or obstacle.

Though full of ambition and enthusiasm, Leo has to admit to a lazy streak and, given the opportunity, will take the easy way out, especially when a situation offers little fun or glory. This is something lazy, luxurious Leo needs to watch.

These people are usually very patient and long-suffering, but if once roused, they know no fear and do not even know when they meet defeat, or acknowledge it when they do.

As a rule, people born in this period feel isolated and lonely in life, and if not actively employed in some work or purpose they become melancholy and despondent. (hide spoiler)]
●◉○Gender○◉● Masculine ➛ ♂
◌◎Sexuality◎◌ Heterosexual
◌◎Relationship Status◎◌ Single, but crushing

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⇢ Gentle
⇢ Mild-Mannered
⇢ Kind
⇢ Helpful
⇢ Intelligent
⇢ Poetic/Creative
⇢ Protective

▪▣▫Family▫▣▪
♂ Ryan Allan Cooper - Father (alive)
♀ Alison Faith Cooper - Mother (alive)

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Ronan

I like the attention I'm getting, but at the same time, I'm getting really annoyed with it. I've been followed by almost everyone in the whole student body around for almost all day on the first day of school. It's to be expected though; I've been absent from school almost a whole year during my senior year due to my being hospitalized from a serious car accident--it killed my dad and left my mom in coma. Apparently, I worried the whole school, especially the staff and my fellow classmates for my lone absence. The minute I drove my motorcycle into the parking lot of the school this morning, cheers, whoops, and yells broke out. I was startled so much that I almost crashed into a car. From what I heard, a girl from the popular clique saw my familiar motorcycle and looked up to see me while I was stopped by a red light. She called all her friends and news spread out like wild fire. So, when I drove into the parking lot, everyone was expecting me. Under my gentleman-like facade, I was ready to yell at them to back off because I needed space, but because my facade is that of a gentleman, I couldn't, so I greeted everyone with my usual stunning smile and a glad thanks for welcome. That girl from the popular clique was the cause of all the attention. Thank you very much.

But I needed space! It was pretty hard to keep up my fake warm smile after an hour for apologizing to everyone for worrying them, accepting apologies for my parents' statuses, and welcomes for being back in school. I couldn't even walk into the hallway to the lavatory without a shout from some random person, or persons, I didn't know from some class I wasn't in. There was absolutely no peace for me. It's worse on the first day of school because you're not doing anything very educational. You're just being introduced a bit into the class and the teacher doesn't do all that much despite this being an elite high school. I have to admit that today was a wonderful day, but also a hateful one. I am repeating the same thing over and over in my mind. I like this day, and I don't. Very simple. If only they knew the real me, they wouldn't be fussing over me so much.

The commotion died down a bit after an hour and a half. I was glad for this change. It meant that I wouldn't be in the center of the attention that much. It was also during this time that I heard a name I was sure I've never heard before. Perhaps the girl came during last school year, but the label "new girl" proved she wasn't. I dismissed the thought. It was probably just some new girl in the senior year that I could capture her heart with later on this semester or so. At the moment, I'm working with the girls that were from junior year when I was a senior last year. My, that's a bit confusing since my actual senior year classmates have moved onto college this year while I'm still behind in high school... Whatever. They're just girls who I've yet to actually meet. Albeit, I know most of those girls already since they're the ones who stood out the most--beauty, personality, influence, cliques, that sort of thing.

It was just before the senior lunch period did I really get curious of this new girl. I've been hearing so many different opinions--good ones--that I've started to grow curious about her. They've said things like "That new girl! God! You see her yet?"; "Dude, that new girl is amazing!"; "You hear what that new girl did? I was there! It was so fuckin' awesome!". I can't count how many times that adjectives that started with "a" came up. I was piqued with interest of this girl. Her name never came up whenever I heard praise, so I only knew her as "new girl". How disappointing for someone such as I who knew every transfer's name.

I was walking down the hall with a group of people walking behind me when I heard a conversation start with two familiar voices. It went like this:

"Yo, Ken! That new girl. What's her name again?"

"Cara. She's in all of my classes so far."

"You lucky dude. Man, I'm jealous. I've heard things about her. They all true?"

"Totally. She's hot, like Sienna hot."

"No, really? I don't have classes with her... Yet. And I haven't seen her around. I've gotta see her if what you're saying is true."

I was approximately five feet past them when I stopped. The group behind me stopped as well and their chatter slowly halted. They were wondering why I would stop in the middle of a busy hallway. The reason was simple: I wanted to know who this new girl, who now had a name, was. I turned around and walked back to the two guys who were talking about the new girl, Cara. They were two popular guys from the basketball team, and I knew them pretty well. I've helped them out plenty of times before.

"Hey Kenneth, Liam," I greeted them with a friendly smile. "How's it going?"

And so, we made small talk before I went onto the topic of Cara.

"So, Kenneth. I heard that you're classmates with the new student, Cara? Is that true?"

"Yeah, I am. Why are you asking?"

"Well, she's new to this school, and I thought that since she's a senior like us. I can help her around with school and such when school ends today. I don't really know what she looks like, so I thought maybe you can help me point her out?"

"Sure Ro. I don't mind. Oh, speak of the devil, there she is."

He nodded behind me and I turned. My eyes immediately landed on an girl with dark brown hair who stood out from the small group of people behind her. I knew at once that she was Cara. Giving Kenneth my thanks, I walked away from the two boys and headed for Cara, plastering another tiring smile on my face. I'm a master of facades, so the smile looked plenty smile.

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((Well then. Look at that post. That's the longest I've ever done... I think. ._.' Or maybe one of the longest posts. I deleted whatever spam I had.))

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((GOSH DARN IT, I WAS NOT NOTIFIED. WHY THANK YOU, GOODREADS. -_-

Anyways, it was perfect. :D It just got me all excited for this whole roleplay all over again. :D I am currently on my cell phone, but I'll try and do it on here, if I have the time))

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Cara

Woah there, buddy. My subconscious state is in a slight overrided daze, today has been way too exciting. Not that I don't like the positive attention; I believe throughout the entire slot of time I have been at this über rich school, my facial expression has included a smug, sadistic little smirk. I wholeheartedly believe this new relationship with life is dangerously unhealthy. And it's not my own health I'm talking about. Lemme explain a little to get you on the same page I am.

Ah, yes, morning. As usual, I woke from my joyous slumber in absolute detest. Why can't I sleep? I muttered icily to my beloved mother, Why has life robbed me of my rights?! Sleep is necessary! I slammed my fist on the table, glancing around in mock-fury; impersonating an angry civil rights leader. Mother - already used to my not-so-amusing little skits - passed me a perfectly ripe apple, a few strips of bacon, and some orange juice. Of course, she didn't do this without rolling her eyes. I could practically hear her thoughts, "You complain about waking up at only 7:30 a.m., throw on a random selection of garments, don't bother with fixing your appearance, yet still have the nerve to protest while still looking at least average? Okay, I know that sounds self-conceited. But I am aware of the various compliments - sizzling with jealously or not - thrown at me by relatives, family friends, and even strangers off the streets. They (mainly the strangers) don't waste their compliments for nothing, do they?

I averted my attention to the food. I beamed at the juice and bacon, quickly inhaling it before Mom had the chance to snap at me. However, I wrinkled my nose at the apple. Hey, I have nothing against the healthy fruit. An apple a day keeps the doctor away! It's just that it's not something I eat on a regular basis. Mother caught my look at the spherical red fruit, and sighed sharply. "Cara, I know you aren't fond of apples, but you have to have good nutrition!" I sighed heavily in turn, glancing at the clock momentarily. Realizing I may in fact be tardy, I scooped the apple up, grabbed a fistful of money, pocketed my keys, and hastily said goodbye to my mom. I scampered down the front steps, jogging at a steady yet speedy pace towards the school.

Lucky for me, the campus was easily within walking distance, though not close enough to feel violated or insulted. And even luckier, there was nobody on the sidewalks where I took my route. The last thing I needed was a pair of eyes sending uncomfortable chills up my spine while I jogged.

At last, I thought in relief, I've found my wretched excuse of an education Okay, I must say, I'm not particularly fond of this transition from homeschooling. The cliques, the guys, the teachers, the scent of raging hormones and testosterone smelled a mile a way. Talk about torture. I slowed my pace to a walk, just realizing I was late. No one was outside on the grounds. My only company were the pigeons. I stopped, glancing at the birds and jutting my chin. "'Sup?" Sighing, I scuffed my way into the halls.

I had received my schedule, and knew exactly where to go. Hey, this may be my first time attending an actual school, but I wasn't ignorant and oblivious. I had a brain. I placed my hand onto the cold steel door handle leading into Room 316, Literature. My mood shifted slightly, brightening a bit at my favorite subject. Digging my nails into my palms in slight irritation with this school, I walked through into the room.

Awesome mistake by Cara #1: Walking into the room and catching everyone's attention.

The moment the smallest part of my body crossed the threshold into this... "other world", every single human being's head snapped up in surprise. Their gaze landed on - guess who?! - me. The professor blinked, momentarily speechless. And, of course, my apple decided to make itself, too, noticeable; shattering the total silence with a loud thump on the floor.

Dork, a strawberry blonde girl with hazel eyes muttered not-so-quietly. A few of her other annoyingly-pretty-and-bitchy-top-clique friends giggled along with her. Their laughter was not contagious enough, however; as everyone else stared and swept their eyes over my apparently intriguing appearance. Even the teacher was inconspicuously watching me. The girls continued to make what they would think to be insulting comments under their breaths whence Mr. Carther finally introduced me.

This seemed to set off a bomb to the stupid females, as they made "scathing" remarks about my homeschooling. Finally at my breaking point for being nice, I responded in a bored voice, "What, is that really the best you got? Do you space out in class to just try and find something remotely clever? Don't talk out loud, you lower the IQ of the whole street." Immediately, my reply was followed by a collective gasp. The majority winced, one male in particular calling out, "Want some ice for that burn?" Indeed, the feminines did look like they battled with fire; their cheeks were red and ablaze with fury.

The period drug on, me answering every question with ease about Shakespeare's Sonnets and writing style. I was slightly bored, though channeled the unused energy into a particularly deep poem. Finally, time ran out and I somehow found myself at lunch.

I'm surprise I hadn't already left by then.

After Literature, it turned out I had every single class with those idiotic excuses for females. I had seemingly shut them up the first time, but they continued to shoot dirty looks and giggle unpleasantly whenever I moved. But their rude amusement eventually became motivated by jealousy; I was by far the most popular subject in this building. Not many approached or conversed with me, but I could see the admiring glances and lengthy stares--made particularly by the boys. And of course, by intelligence wasn't too shabby either. All of my teachers beamed whenever I answered a question, and by the time the class had ended, I could hear them murmuring excitedly to their Teacher Assistant.

Anyways, back to lunch. The food was actually top-notch, much more different than the stereotypes on T.V. Then again, this was a private school. I gathered my rations and sat at an empty table. I knew I looked bored with everyone around me as I ate, but that just seemed to make me even more of a bigger subject of talk. With lack of any entertainment, I decided to pass the time by drinking in the details of each notable individual. I turned my attention towards the Stupid Girls, simply needing only a glance to read them and get them over with. The usual: "I'm so pretty, cool, and popular. Anyone that's remotely as popular as us gets verbally slapped and is a loser". Wow! So much individuality! My gaze jumped from the "jocks", to the "smarts", to the "pot-heads", and then... A mass of people. I blinked, momentarily thrown off my game. There seemed to be one source causing the excitement and ungodly amount of girls; which apparently drew in the Stupids as well. I shrugged, lunch was almost over, and I wanted to take a bit of a walk.

The last bits of heavenly food I could not consume fell away into the garbage, and I graciously walked away from all the stares and unneeded noise. The halls were practically empty, with the exception of a few figures here and there. Most stopped and stared at me in either on confusion or awe--whilst the others hadn't noticed me. After a while, I had taken my fill of the grounds and found myself surprisingly satisfied; this school was more or less beautiful without it's inhabitants. The bell rang for passing period and I snuck back inside. Immediately, a crowd surrounded me and bombarded me with compliments. The Stupids hung back along the walls in envy and loathing; staring icily with hatred. After a few moments, I saw the sea of bodies begin to part and fall quieter.

Finally, something worth my while.

What appeared to be a 19-year-old male stood in front of me; talking curiously with his apparent friends before stopping and gazing back at me. I had heard gossip within my first classes and during lunch. Something about confessing to the most popular and good-looking guy in the school. A few had even gone as far as describing him whilst swooning heavily: thick, silky brown-cocoa colored hair, melted-chocolate eyes, and naturally perfect and tan complexion. He seemed at perfect height, with a build that offered neither signs of anorexia nor obesity. I became suddenly aware that my lips were sporting the whisper of a smirk. But -of course, being me- I did not bother to wipe it off. Instead, I tilted my head in slight curiosity. No one else seemed to have noticed that he was... off. The male had an aura of someone that was hiding something like that of... true intent; masking the perfect downfall of moral code. I continued to stare unblinkingly into his eyes whilst assessing the details I had taken note of in my mind.

Well, I should hope my distraction shall continue throughout the remaining of the year.

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║♔║Cøld Aḯя wrote: "((GOSH DARN IT, I WAS NOT NOTIFIED. WHY THANK YOU, GOODREADS. -_-

Anyways, it was perfect. :D It just got me all excited for this whole roleplay all over again. :D I am currently on my cell phone..."

((Thank you! ^^ It got me excited too! I love your post so far. Can't wait to see, er, read what's going to happen between them.;D ))

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((Done! :D))

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Ronan

So we basically stared into each other's eyes when I stopped at about three feet in front of her. I studied her as she did to me. Cara had dark brown hair that ended at her bust, navy blue eyes, and a curvy figure. I could easily tell why Kenneth said that she was like Sienna hot, though I suspected he said that mainly because of Cara's top portion. My plastered smile overwhelmed the slight smirk wanting to creep onto my face. Cara was indeed a beauty. I wanted to capture her heart immediately. However, there was one thing that prevented me from getting to those thoughts: her smug countenance. I saw her smirk and the slight tilt of her head. Something told me that she wasn't going to be easy, and that she was different from all those naive little girls.

I decided to break the stares between us.

"Hello Cara," I said with fake warmth. "I heard that you're a new student in the school. Welcome! I'm Ronan Cato Glory, a senior like you. How's everything going thus far?" I questioned. I still had my reputation as the gentleman who concerned himself with others and helped them as much as he could. I didn't really want to ask the question since I pretty much knew the answer from the gossips going around in school, but with my outside apparition, I can't, can't ask Cara about it. With so many people around, they'd be expecting me to ask anyway.

To my right, I heard a few giggles and a whisper by some girl. I couldn't hear all of it, but I did caught how she said that I was such a friendly guy or something. The typical comments about me. Then I heard a murmur saying something like Cara can't fall for me, or else. The "or else" annoyed me. Girls and their "or else" threats. How scary! Seriously, I don't even know why they would say something like that. Isn't love supposed to be an unexpected emotion that you just can't help feeling? How the hell are you supposed to threaten someone to not fall for the opposite gender when they just can't help but fall for them? People nowadays need to think logically.

Back to Cara. She was radiating an interesting aura. She seemed like she enjoyed the attention she was getting, but at the same time, bored and annoyed with it. Oh! She's like me in this way! How...nice. She was one of those people who could really care less about what people said about her, but think how stupid everyone is because of their judgments. Cara seemed like the person to dislike, maybe hate, judgmental people, especially those in the popular cliques. If you think about it, it'd be interesting to see how she would face off with a sassy cheerleader. I would pay to see that!

Cara, huh? Your attitude really interests me.

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((They should have their last class together! :o ))

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((Yes! :D))

Cara

Oh-ho! This is going to be so fun!

Ah, yes. The rippling of words here and there between the crowd, a collection of expressions ranging from lewd, furious, jealous, and/or awed. Talk about quality entertainment! The seconds were passing slowly, feeling more like minutes. Though even if the time was passing by the hour, all of my audience was too enthralled and mesmerized by the meeting of both myself and the biggest thing since Justin Timberlake. Man, what I would do to see the looks of my teachers' faces if they saw how attentive and quiet and still their students were--any and all of their attempts would never get them near what I (and the male) had accomplished in a matter of seconds. How amusing.

I had to really suppress myself at his fake warmth, it was just hilarious. But I smiled back, my usual essence of a sadistic mischievousness hanging around my movement. Though completely unintentional... Promise. I saw his melted chocolate eyes sweep my body briefly; much faster than all the other males had done before. Oh, quite the gentleman! I could tell he knew why the boys made such a fuss over me. Smothering my desire to roll my eyes in slight annoyance and disgust, I addressed his words. My eyes glimmered at the use of his full name. Ronan Cato Glory? Intriguing. "Oh, I'm doing quite well. Nothing's been hectic for me within the past few hours, and I'm sure to enjoy myself," I responded. No particular tone was needed to present sarcasm, as my eyes glanced around the crowd in an indicating fashion.

I heard a pair of whispers and giggles. I did not need to move my dome nor glance at their direction to know their owners. More than one girl was fawning of Ronan's gentlemanly hand, whilst threatening or insulting me quickly afterwards. My eyes were on Ronan, but their occupied look and the brief smirk flashing across my lips was more than enough to show them that I heard. They bristled and whispered furiously amongst one another. If I had gotten Ronan's potential true side down, he was just as annoyed as I was. Though I supposed I was having more fun with it.

Stealthily transitioning my attention back to Ronan, I could tell he was assessing my body language and aura. I knew immediately that if we both wanted a brief escape from our boredom, a dysfunctional dance would suffice.

It's time to play.

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((Jasmine? O_O))

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((Sorry. I got distracted last night looking at GIFs from the movie "Now you See Me" and ran out of time to reply. I'll do it tonight))

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((Oh, that movie! Okay, sounds fine. ^_^))

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Ronan

Oh, the sarcasm. It was obvious in her voice, though I doubted anyone around us heard it. The boys were making hand motions and watching Cara, while the girls were whispering and watching me. I'm hoping the large group surrounding Cara and I would disperse. The looks were starting to bother me. And that was precisely why no one heard her sarcastic words.

"Wonderful!" I replied smoothly. "Are you busy after school today Cara? The school property is quite large, so I thought you could use a tour to at least know where some things are located at. It's fine if you can't today, I can show you around another time."

Hopefully, Cara is free today. I can show her around school--privately--and perhaps learn more about her. My instincts told me Cara was going to be difficult to handle, so I had to start knowing her as soon as possible so I can make her fall for me at a later date. I'm making her my top priority.

I really, really, want the girls to leave. If Cara agrees, then the possibility of those girls following us around school is quite high. I can already guess what their reasons for doing so are; reason one: make sure the new girl doesn't do anything sweet to Ronan. Reason two: Continue watching Ronan for as long as you can. Ohh-kay. So I pretty much got into their mentality, and creepy thoughts came into my mind for thinking their way. I held back a shiver so that no one thought something was wrong.

Cara, Cara, Cara. How much are you going to interest me? If my assumptions are correct based on your actions from what I heard earlier and from what I see now, you can tell what I'm feeling. I suppose attending an actual school doesn't affect you much, nor does it impress you, if any, at all, huh?

Lovely.


((My sister is reading our 1x1... ._.
What. A. CRAPPY. Post. I feel disheartened in my role playing skills right now.))

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((Omg. No, it is wonderful XD Tell your sis she's cool for reading this. XD I shall reply once I get onto the blasted laptop. O_o))

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Cara

Sigh. Simply responding wasn't going to be enough for me; I just had to take advantage of this crowd... Fast. My eyes traveled the length of the crowd, and I noticed conversations--no doubt about us--sprouting and becoming more excited by he minute. The females, of course, were relentlessly going on about their claims on Ronan... That annoyed me quite a bit. He wasn't simply property existing for the sole purpose of being claimed. Ronan deserved far more than this level of materialism. As for the boys... They were much less interested in carrying on a relationship with me than just getting me out of my pants.

Wonderful.

I turned my attention to Ronan's offer. At his words, most of the whispers died out and the place was almost entirely silent. Anticipation and tension filled the air like a balloon... And I could feel it was all about to burst. Now, how was I going to play this out... Surely something that would leave them in quite a mess... Hey, what could I say? I was terribly bored, and I needed a bit of amusement. And then, of course, it clicked. I had to stop myself from laughing evilly at my idea.

Instead, a devious and sly smiled stretched upon my lips. I slowly walked forward, feeling everyone's gaze on me and Ronan. I stopped a few inches in front of him, staring straight into his eyes. Leaning forward, I placed my hand at the collar of his shirt and put my mouth next to his ears. "Sure, you can show me around," My voice was not particularly suggestive; if anything, it was nonchalant. But no one except Ronan knew that. The only thing they new was that I had just seemingly come on to their idol. It was an undeniable thought for these people, and I made sure of that.

My expression held a sadistic smirk, my own body just barely identifiable from his. They thought I had most likely whispered something dirty, as my whisper could only be heard by Ronan. But at the same time as tricking the crowd I was being suggestive, I showed Ronan I was simply playing a game. Surely, he would catch on and I'd be able to have fun all year. If not... Well, that's just one more thing to add to my list of disappointments.

((My post, on the other hand... X_X))

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Ronan

I raised a brow when I saw the devious and sly smile appearing on Cara's lips. My smile dropped, and my expression turned into slight curiosity. I saw nothing and heard nothing that can make one smile fraudulently. Then, just as she stopped a few inches in front of me, the realization hit me that she had something in mind planned; an idea to be carried out. I was quite interested in this...idea she had in mind.

I listened attentively to her words. She agreed apathetically, though I heard something more behind her answer. My eyes quickly swept through the crowd in front of me. I saw frowns, small smirks, rolling of the eyes, and semi-angry looks. One can obvious deduced why they held such countenances on their faces: Cara had just boldly came at me and whispered something in my ear after placing her hand at the collar of my shirt. Since we're healthy teenagers, of course that would be running through our minds. I am simply speaking on their behalf.

Dropping my gaze to the white floor, a smirk pushed itself onto my face. I know I keep saying this, but Cara really is interesting. Compared to other girls who were either too shy or too apparent in their moves, she was only hinting things, faintly suggesting them. Those kind of things always make life fun and entertaining. You've agreed to my suggestion, so I will agree to yours.

"Perfect," I whispered, close to her ear. "Look forward to the tour. The school is larger than you think, and what we have here is much better than what you see in movies and shows. This school year will be more...pleasing than you think."

Can you hear that Cara? I've agreed. Looks like we'll be each others' entertainment this year.

As I pulled away from Cara, my hand touched hers so she could let go. My smirk turned into a bright smile, which sent a few girls sighing. I looked down at Cara, my browns locking with her blues.

"Well then, I'll see you after school," I said. "Perhaps earlier if we have a class together."


((She said thank you. :3
No, no! Your post is great! :D The first thing that I thought of when I read that Cara was simply playing a game, I thought of the lovers' game played by Yukina and Shigure. xD I think I have my mind on another manga that I'm rereading that I'm not sure what kind of game Cara is going to play...? Quite strange that I'm not sure what when I made Ronan know...kind of. hahaha...haha...ha...heh
Oh yes... I can see lightning flashing between them. xP ))

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((OH SHI-

IM SORRY!!!! I HAVENT BEEN ON BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BEEN ALLOWED ON THE LAPTOP LONGER THAN FIVE MINUTES. DX))

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((So that's why... It's okay. :))

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((Thanks! My phone is about to die, and I'm at the grocery store. I'll try and get on the laptop when I get home if Mom isn't on it))

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((OK))

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Cara

Oh, goodie. I got the reaction I wanted. The pairs of curious eyes dotting the crowd immediately changed and became looks of shock, anger, disapproval, or all of the above. I could hear the menacing hisses and whispers escaping the lips of the lovely females who already hated my existence to the very last hair on my head. The mixed reactions from my arrival to this school would prove to provide me with much attention; both positive and negative. Ah, yes. Sides will be chosen, friendships very well broken, and more hearts than you can count brutally shattered.

But maybe I'm just being dramatic.

In the corner of my peripheral vision, I could see the glimmer of a smirk plaster itself onto Ronan's face. Of course, I was the only one able to catch sight of such an occurrence; he couldn't let his fans see what was bubbling beneath the surface. I felt his warm breath fly by my ears, averting my attention back on our little conversation. At Ronan's response, I couldn't help but smirk. Larger? Better? Pleasing? I hope what he has spoken is truth, and that I won't be so disappointed.

As he drew himself back, I saw his smirk quickly switch into a bright smile. My own expression lessened it's grasp on smugness and morphed into something more... pleasant. I felt his metacarpus gently rest upon mine; an indication I was to remove my own. My fingers loosened their grasp from his collar and fell back to rest against my side.

I could hear a few girls sighing, but it was such an unimportant detail I made no indication I acknowledge the sounds. At Ronan's words, I defeated the urge to raise an eyebrow. "Sounds great!" I responded with fake enthusiasm, "I'll see you later, then."

It's just a little acting on my part...

((The game...? Well, I was thinking of torturing Ronan's female admirers with hints that they're together and such... To the point where they try and mess with Cara and confess to Ronan/try and make him date them.

I'm up to date with all of the chapters, AND I'M LIKE: WHAT. WHAT IS YUKINA PLANNING FOR THIS YOUNGER BROTHER?!))

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((Merp. It's late and I' on my iPhone. I'll have to reply when I get on my laptop. :I

YES! :D More drama and amusement! YAY! So, I read everything in this thread, excluding characters, again and read that the Ro's fan girls are in every one of Cara's classes. It should continue like that so that Cara, Ro and da girls are all in the same last class. DRAMA! It would be at the end of the class and the fangirls swarm all over Ro and bombards him questions. XD

Hisame is adorable without his glasses. He reminds me of Aoi from Kaihou wa Maid-sama :O AND SHIGURE!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?! Oh my god. Akira, please. I'm going to start begging you. Date Mami instead! Dx *sigh* Mini rant finished.))

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((Oh my gosh, yes. This needs to happen :D

I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER, AUGH. LIFE. IS. NOT. FAIR.))

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((It should be like that every single day to annoy those two! O. My. god. Just thought of something. (view spoiler)[Since Ro is the first to fall for her, he would be the one to confess. Cara turns him down, but Ro isn't giving up on her and tells her that he will make her fall for him. With the fangirls surrounding Ro, Cara should start getting jealous and blah blah blah blah. She later realizes she's fallen for Ro...? It should be one day after school that she pulls Ro away from the fangirls unexpectedly, leaving them puzzled and voila. ._. #omgicant (hide spoiler)]

LIFE HAS NEVER BEENN FAIR GET OVER IT. nothing goes without a price

Okay. Good night))

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((I'm typing my post. Depending on your answer, I could either be done, or just halfway. ._. Since they're both saying they'll see each other again at the end of the day for the tour, should I skip to the last class in my post too? Like, finish this conversation and then go to the class?))

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((YUS :D As for your plan, I luvs it))

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((Sankyu~ ^^ I'll be done in a moment))

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((Okie :3))

[sucre'd fiend]

((Boo))

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((GAH YOU SCARED ME))

[sucre'd fiend]

((I know I did; I'm just that bad, yo.))

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((Are you stalking meh? O_O))

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Ronan

A lovely girl she is indeed. I like that pleasant look, but then again, aren't pleasant things supposed to be liked?

"Indeed," I replied with a similar tone in my voice. "I'll see you in about, let's see," I looked over to a girl on my right and she immediately pulled out her phone to check the time. She held up two fingers. "two hours then." I finished as I flashed the unknown girl with a smile before I turned back to Cara. "It was nice meeting you Cara. I hope you'll enjoy this school year to the fullest." I nodded once before I walked past her, though it was a bit too close. "Like I will." I said under my breath as I passed Cara. You--Cara--can hear the hint of a smirk on my voice.

I can't wait for our tour Cara.

.:Last Class:.

Soooo... What I hoped for came true. She really was in a class with me. How lucky! The tour would be so much easier. Thinking back on our conversation two hours ago, we never decided on where to meet up for the tour to begin. The pager was always an option, but you know me. That would be too troublesome. I was quite careless. I suppose I was paying too much attention on Cara herself to remember to pick a rendezvous for us. At least that was solved when I saw that we shared a class! For my amusement, I picked a seat beside Cara. I arrived in class first, so I had to change, which was something I didn't mind, but the girls did. Albeit, I don't care about them.

The sweet ringing of the bells rang, signalling the end of the day. I stayed in my seat as I twirled my pen on my knuckles while I watched everyone else stretch or rise and leave class. Obviously, those girls lingered around for Cara and I to get moving. Before the half the class emptied the room, the teacher, Mrs. Alberona, called me up front. It was another unnecessary talk about my long absence.

"It won't take long," I muttered to Cara as I stood up, heaving a sigh. "Couldn't the teachers all come to me at once during lunch? Sheesh."

[sucre'd fiend]

((Noes >.> I'm in this group and I saw the thread in my notifications))

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((... Oh, okie.

Ugh, sorry Jasmine! I'm technically not supposed to be on my phone, much less the laptop. I'll get on tomorrow and type a response worthy of your comment! :D))

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((haha okay xD))

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Cara

Well, what a happy turnout!

I had arrived at my last class with Mrs. What's-her-face... Alberona!... and sat down at a random seat next to the window. I was one of the first to arrive, but had somehow missed Ronan sitting down in one of the other seats.

Having some time to spare, I decided to pass the next remaining minutes by quickly going over Ronan's response to me in the hallway.

Well, first off, the fact he was able to silently look over his shoulder to a random girl and get the time was a superpower. Too bad Ronan isn't as heroic as one might like to think.

Then... There was that expected my-personality-is-too-good-to-be-true reply that was really only necessary for the bystanders watching us.

Finally, there was that somewhat intimate brushing past when Ronan decided to part ways. Not before, of course, saying in a slightly creepy and sadistic voice, "Like I will." He knew I knew that he was smirking when he murmured that by my ear; making the introductory to our game all the more interesting.

Getting slightly lost in my own thoughts, I was slightly jolted to my senses when I felt someone take the seat next to me. I knew who it was subconsciously before my eyes did, but I still quickly glanced in his direction.

Well, hello to you too, Ronan.

I let a smile flash across my lips as I kept my eyes on the whiteboard; letting him know I knew who it was and that I had no problem with it. At all. The class started and we remained silent, and I noticed many looks from all of my classmates... And--to my "delight"--"the Girls". I hadn't even noticed them walking in to the room, but it seemed I was sharing this last class with not only Ronan, but with... them. I inconspicuously rolled my eyes and sighed lightly. Well, if it makes things more interesting... fine.

All throughout class--even with our side-by-side seating--Ronan and I made no point of conversation. It may be surprising, but that just seemed to add more of the idea we had something going on. Perhaps it was because without really being aware of it, our bodies were leaning in to each other; close enough for our shoulders to be touching.

Finally, the bell rang and released us all from the "educational" torture that had lasted at least six hours. Ronan, I had noticed, simply sat in his seat twirling his pen between his knuckles. Everyone else was packing or already leaving, but him and I stayed in our seats. "The Girls" were lingering by the back of the classroom; obviously waiting for us to part ways and have no contact what-so-ever. Ah, but ladies! Ronan has a tour to give me. Then it hit me; they might as well stalk us the entire time we're together.

I stifled a groan, hearing Mrs. Alberona call Ronan up front. At his low response, I smirked in amusement. How lucky was I to witness the true responses of the Ronan Glory? Oh, honey! It isn't luck, it's simply a skill. I nodded to him, deciding to pack away my schoolwork and pencils into my bag. I could still feel the ominous pairs of eyes raking at my back; undoubtedly wishing ill upon me. I enjoyed it, though. Nothing like the feeling of knowing you're going to win against an over-confident opponent.

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((I'm on my phone at the moment, so I won't reply until later tonight. I was thinking maybe Cara and one of the girls have a conversation? Well, more of insults to each other. Something to introduce their hate for each other? :3))

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((Yus. I like it. :D))

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((^^ Should they're not important characters, should I use third person? Or continue using first?))

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((Perhaps... Though first wouldn't be a problem. ^_^))

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((Okay~ I'll reply in about three hours.))

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(('Kay :D))

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Cheryl

So it appeared that the dork girl who randomly walked into Literature this morning was in all of my classes. That is so unlucky. I can't stand her attitude. It's despicable. That bored and smug look on her face? Disgusting. Who does she think she is?! Some sort of sassy hot chick? Well, that role has already been taken. Why don't you just leave?

I already hated her for her attitude and personality. I hated her even more when she made that stunt on Ronan--my Ronan. I wanted to kill her so much for pulling such a bold move. You, Miss Sassy Chick, ruined my blissful mood and my amazing day. I so won't forgive you what you've done.

When Alicia texted me first about Ronan coming to school because she saw him driving his motorcycle, my day immediately became perfect. I thought that this year was going to be perfect, until you came along.

I've endured my anger, but I can't hold it any more.

For once, I'm actually thankful to a teacher because she was able to pull Ronan away. That opportunity gave me a chance to talk to Miss Sassy Chick.

I flung my long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair over my shoulder as I walked over to her. I stood facing her with my arms crossed.

"What devilish trick did you use to catch the school's attention?" I questioned bluntly. "Ronan is too busy to show newbies around our school property. What the hell did you do to make him decide to give you a tour?"

((I suppose this would be my first time role playing a character with such a personality. Drama queen perhaps? xP))

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Cara

Ugh, piss off, will you? I squeezed my eyes as I heard the... the... thing, approach me. I opened them again, watching her with the same bored expression on my face. A smirk passed across my lips at her blunt question, and I tilted my head slightly to the left in mock innocence.

"Me? I used nothing. I suppose I'm just an object of extreme fascination," I replied smoothly without much interest coating my voice. "As for Ronan, we simply have made a connection no one else seems to have had with him"

A bright smile lit up my face, knowing I was simply fueling her anger and jealousy. Such petty little things these girls are. They think they best any and everything by thinking they were born perfect and beautiful. Barf

I could practically feel my eyes darken to almost a navy blue, though still contain the same vibrant sapphire pigmentation. My mood was beginning to shift into something like that of a little devil. I have to admit, I was having such a good time messing with everyone. Entertainment has always been a necessity I have carried since I was a wee child; knocking people off of their high horse is definitely way up on my list of enjoyment.

I saw the girl's little clones blocking the exit of the classroom, with their arms folded and the same angry expression on their faces as their "Queen". I could foresee more confrontation in the future... And it was probably going to escalate with each encounter. It didn't matter; I was actually waiting for an opportunity to come along like that. Anything to keep things interesting.

((Urgh, sorry for not replying. I'm in Southern California and I went to Disneyland yesterday. >_<

And Drama Queen fo' sho'))