((Ooh! Derek could have the same clas-ses as Vincent? And be getting haras-sed in each one of them by people who demand help...or else? And Vincent can come to his rescue each time. Lol.

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How tall /is/ Vincent, anyways?)) 

((:D

He's a little over an inch taller than Derek. So he won't be terrified of him. :D

And I don't know how exactly to intro Nathan and Delilah. xD)) 

Derek held up his sketchbook as an attempt to defend himself from the students, who all happened to be bigger than him, crowded around him in World History and demanding his help. He had just transferred here from somewhere else, and had made the mistake of using sentences that showed he was smart, so now all the people were crowded around him. And since he was terrified of people bigger than him anyways, the poor little senior was curled up behind his sketchbook, his small form actually shaking a little.

((He's so cute. <3)) 

BUZZZZZZZ.

Alexa's phone vibrated, another text message from her best friend, Charlotte, who was going to a different school. She quickly answered it and continued to get herself ready for the first day of school. "I have to look absolutely perfect," she said, eyeing herself in the mirror. She put the flatiron to her hair and continued to straighten it.

Ten minutes later, now seven o'clock, Alexa headed over to her closet. She had already chosen her outfit the previous day and quickly changed into it. She wore a pair of designer jeans along with a pink D&G shirt and her favorite pair of heels. She shut the door to her walk in closet as she padded over to her desk, stuffing her laptop into her backpack. She looked at herself quickly in the mirror and headed downstairs.

"Good morning!" came her mother's voice from the kitchen. She ignored it and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a banana before exiting it. She quickly ate it and tossed the peel in the garbage. She grabbed her purse off of the hook and headed out the door. "Bye, Mom!" she exclaimed before shutting the door behind her. She smiled as she walked towards her brand new Porsche convertible, her eighteenth birthday present, she loves that car. She opened the pas.senger door and dropped her stuff inside, shut the door, and continued over to the driver's side.

Fifteen minutes later, she parked the sportscar in the senior parking lot. "I'm finally a senior," she said, pleased with herself. Alexa quickly locked the car and walked towards the school enterance. She entered, hoping to find one of her friends before clas.ses started.

[I added a pic for Alexa] 

Maya gathered her books, and slammed her locker shut. "Good morning, Claudia." Maya said breezily. Being a popular person meant knowing around everyone in high school. "And good moring, Candy. Good morning, Raf." Maya smiled at the both of them, and remembered Raf. 'Oh right, another popular person.' She thought.

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Aryia had taken a few notebooks, and closed her locker quietly. She wandered around the hallways, wondering if she would enter her cla-ss in time again. She had a very neat record, and the only time she was late was when she snuck into the lunchroom to grab a doughnut.

Drake walked down the hall, avoiding contact with everyone else. Ignoring them meant he would be better off, though Sam highly disagreed with his "helpful" advice. He gently swung his locker open, tossing in a couple things from his backpack. He wasn't the orderliest person around, unlike his sister. He turned to her, a bored ex
pression on his face.

Sam opened her locker. SHe didn't know if she was fortunate or unfortunate to have a locker directly beside Drake's. She noticed his staring at her and rolled her eyes. "Drake, you don't have to wait for me to walk you to each cl*censored*."

Drake sent a glare towards her, only causing her to slightly laugh. Walking off, he realized he'd probably be late for cl*censored*, not that he cared. Lugging his guitar in ine hand and his sling bag on this shoulder, he headed to what seemed to be his first cla.ss, American history. Taking his seat in the possibly farthest seat in the room, he made sure no one was staring before strumming a light tune. 

Sam watched him leave, shutting her locker and grabbing her bag, hsppily skipping off to her first cla.ss, appearing to be Calculus. Whoopee.

Oh great, it was the emo infection. Was that kid carrying a guitar with him? Ugh, seriously now. Raiah rolled his eyes ceiling-ward and entered his locker combination. He probably couldn't even play it. Just thought it was "cool" to carry it around with him. He truly was too old for all of this kiddy poser fakey stuff. "Weeeaaaak." Raiah muttered to himself, grabbing his math book and shoving the rest of his things in the locker.

Math was the only thing Raiah appreciated at this festering bucket of pain. Math was a valuable part of his existence and he wanted to learn as much about it as possible. His mother being a math instructor may have had some influence on his decision, but he thanked her for it. Wouldn't it be awful to be just another stupid kid that thought math was dumb? Yes, yes it would. Just a few more months... he'd only have to endure the rest of this for just a few more months...

He headed for cla.ss, absently picking at his teeth as he went. Did he have all of his pencils? Check. Was his phone turned off? Check. Notebook? Check and check. He slipped into the cla.ssroom and took a seat at the front of the room. Truly, the best place to sit. He hated sitting in the back. He carefully set everything out on the desk, his notebook, his pencils. All scrutinized and aligned in an almost obsessive fashion.

Drake slipped his guitar behind his back as the teacher walked in. He grabbed a pen and a couple papers, stacking them neatly on the desk before him; well, somewhat neatly. Annoyed at even having to write down the problems from the board, he did as he should have, sketching a rose on the side of his paper when he'd finished writing all the information down. Drawing was a hobby of his. Especially in calculus, and he never got caught. Or hadn't.

Sam stared at her biology paper, the empty lines seeming to laugh evilly at her. Confident, she rested the paper on her small desk, zooming through the problems. Upon finishing, she laughed with happiness, running up to the front to hand in her paper. She tripped on the way down, hoping no one noticed as her face turned a sheet of red. Dashing towards her seat, she kept her head low, hoping it wasn't that obvious to the others.