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Post by ALEXANDRA PENELOPE HARRINGTON on Mar 23, 2011 19:10:47 GMT -7
 she's trouble in a tank top
she's out of control, so beautiful
---------------------------------------- [/blockquote] The 7am sun was shining brightly, and to Alex, quite annoyingly as she seated herself on her Honda motorcycle, it was almost mocking her for fact that she had to wake up at this ridiculously early hour to go to school. She sighed grumpily, strapping the black motorcycle helmet to her head and starting up the bike. Lifting her sneaker clad feet off the cobblestone driveway, she drove off towards school. According to Alex the only good thing about having to get to school so early was was the early ride to Northridge High. There was nothing like the cool morning breeze hitting your face, it instantly woke her up and rid her of her grumpy state. She drove past the scenery of the small town that she had come quite familiar with in the past seventeen years. Originally her parents were from New York City, where they worked for Harrington Industires, where Alex's father, Parker was C.E.O. and owner. Once Alex was born though they decided New York City wasn't a suitable place to raise a child so they moved to the small town of Ridgewood, New Jersey. Alex didn't mind it, even though you pretty much go to school with the same kids from pre-k to your senior year of high school.
Alex drove up to the Northridge Highschool parking lot. Most of the kids in Ridgewood came from middle class families so the student parking lot was filled with old, second hand cars with the occasional expensive BMW or what not that belong to the kids that came from more wealthier families, much like Alex. It wasn't a secret that Alex was rather spoiled by her parents, her being their only child so naturally they pretty much got her whatever she wanted, much like the black Porche Caymen convertible she received for her 16th birthday or her Honda motorcycle she got for her 17th. Obviously she was spoiled, and because of that Alex always tended to get rather ticked off when she didn't get what she wanted, because she was just so used to getting whatever she wanted. After driving her motorcycle through a group of skateboarders that were doing flips on their skateboards she managed to snag a spot in the parking lot. She removed her helmet from atop her head and hopped off her motorcycle, tucking the helmet underneath her arm, after giving one of the skateboarders a dirty look after they nearly rode their skateboard into her as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Everyday they were out there, annoying her, trying to be little Tony Hawk wannabees or something and failing miserably when they ride into someone or their car. She couldn't help herself sometimes when she just got so frustrated with them that she just had to cuss them out. After snagging a parking spot, Alex made her way into the school. Most of her peers she had known since grade school so she smiled at a few and waved at familiar faces as she made her way down the hallway towards her locker were she opened it placing her helmet inside and proceeded to rummage through her unorganized bag that was slung across her shoulders as she looked for her lip gloss.
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Post by SEBASTIAN LUCIAN LAMOREAUX on Mar 24, 2011 17:48:44 GMT -7
 Today was a special day for the students and staff of Northridge High. Why was that you may wonder? Well, it's because Sebastian Lamoreaux decided to show up at the building and grace everyone with his presence. At least that's the way things went in his head. He was just that awesome and that great it should be considered special when he did as much as enter the building, though in reality for everyone else it was probably just another day. Well, let's be honest here, to some of the teachers of the school it may have been a special day, but now in the good way that Sebastian liked to think, it was probably more along the lines of annoyance with the boy. he never listened to what he was supposed to do, he talked back in his condensing way or whatever the fuck it was that made it seem like he was far more superior than everyone else. The majority of the time Sebastian was just in his own little world, rolling his eyes and judging others. That's how a typical day went for him. Actually, a typical day that he actually decided to adventure out into public and go to school or whatever. A more typical of a day was when he stayed in his room, or told his aunt that he would be going to school and end up just sleeping in his car somewhere. He couldn't be bothered to make his way to the institution.
None of that seemed to matter today though, he had made his way there, a bit stoned but Sebastian had to do something to be able to make it through the day. A line of cocaine just so happened to be what the young man had settled on. He was walking down the halls with his hands tucked into his pockets looking for something or someone that he could play with. The perfect individual that he could toy with to pass the time until the bell rang saying it was time to go to class. Oh if only he could find Gwen around somewhere, she was always so fun to mess with. She fell for everything so easily, of all the women he had met she was most definitely the most stupid and naive when it came to people. All the better, really. until the day he knocked her up. That's a story for another day, however.
Finally his brown eyes landed upon a familiar frame and a bit of a smirk moved across his lips and that mischievous glint made its appearance in his chocolate colored orbs. "Hello Alexandra," the male knew how much the name bothered her, but believe it or not he didn't really say it to bother her as much as he said it because it bothered him to call people by stupid little nicknames like Alex. Full names just sounded so much better to him. Classier even. He snuck an arm around her waist and pulled her a bit close, a daring move even for him. "How are you doing today"
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Post by ALEXANDRA PENELOPE HARRINGTON on Mar 27, 2011 17:44:23 GMT -7
she's trouble in a tank top
she's out of control, so beautiful
---------------------------------------- [/blockquote] Pushing aside her various schoolbooks around in her bag in an attempt to find her lip gloss, but her search was momentarily put on hold as she heard a familiar voice greet her. It just really annoyed her when people used her full name, 'Alexandra' just sounded so uptight plus when she was a young child it was just easier just to write Alex instead of her full name, so it just stuck. She was extra pissed that not only was said familiar voice calling her by her full name, but said voice belonged to Sebastian, one conceited prick that she loathed. She couldn't stand people that thought the sun shined out of their asses, and Sebastian was certainly one of those people. In an attempt to just ignore the prick Alex continued to shuffle around in her bag, but her trying to ignore him was no use once her grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close to him. Alex scoffed loudly as she roughly shoved him away from her. "Oh fuck off Sabastian." Alex bluntly as she rolled her eyes and shutting her locker as she turned to face him with a glare.
Out of all the people in the school he probably took the cake at being the most infuriating assholes, she's surprised she hadn't punched him in the face already. She figured she would end up disliking one of those stupid prissy cheerleaders the most, but nope it was the prick Sebastian.
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