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Worlds Collide[RP]

Notoriously
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I'll start on her first day of school.
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Candice shook her long, blonde hair out of its ponytail as she pulled her flaming red convertible into the parking lot of her new school. Daxon High. She exhaled deeply, pulling the key out of the ignition. All around her, her world was changing. It was a lot to take in, needless to say. The pavement even felt foreign beneath her feet. Biting her lip, she locked her car door and bowed her head down as she attempted to make her way into the school building in one solid piece. It was difficult, considering she stood out like a sore thump. She suddenly felt very subconscious in her school attire, which had been considered very normal and casual at her old school. A tight, white Bebe T shirt and a pair of low rise jeans. She could hear snickers coming from around her, but she convinced herself it must be coming from her own head. It had to be. This couldn't be as difficult as her friends made it out to be.

Aaron stood by the school's door with his friend, Andre, who was chatting non stop about his hook up from last night. "I swear, man, she was the finest piece of ass my undeserving eyes have ever laid on!" Chuckling at his friend's bluntness, he nodded his head. "Yeah dude, I've seen her before. She's definitely a dime piece," he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweat pants and sighed. His first class was Calculous, something he could definitely stand skipping. It wasn't like he benefited from anything they taught behind those walls. It was all a bunch of crap. No one made true money off an education from this place. Wallis High School. "Yo Andre, what do you say we skip first period?" He asked his friend, who agreed in no time. Smiling, he offered him a cigarette from his pack pocket. "What would I do without ya, man?"

Notoriously
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Candice subconsciously pulled her purse closer to her body as she made her way up the stairs and toward the entrance of the school building. As she approached the throng of people, the snickering only became more prominent. This only showed her that it wasn't her mind playing tricks on her. For once in her life, she was the strange one. The outcast. Sighing, her eyebrows quickly raised as she heard a wolf whistle come from behind her. Turning her head to the side, she saw a male wearing a do rag staring at her as if she were a piece of steak. Deciding to be the bigger person, she quickly hauled herself inside and to the principle's office in order to get her schedule. But as she entered, she was quickly stopped by what seemed to be a man directing her to go under a metal detector. "Are you serious?" She asked, astonished at the machinery that stood before her. Needless to say, this wasn't exactly done at her old school. The man seemed surprised and annoyed by her question, "Yes, I'm serious. Now hurry the hell up, you aren't the only student here," he spat at her. Shocked at his tone and choice of words, she slowly walked past the metal detector and into the school building. She still couldn't believe kids were required to go through that thing every moment. Didn't that take up a lot of time? Brushing it off, she silently made her way to the principle's office, hoping the surprises would be over for the day. And it was barley 8 o' clock in the morning.

Aaron was expecting a silly reply from his friend, but instead he received silence. Raising his eyebrows, he turned to his friend. "Dude, what are you staring at?" He asked, following Andre's gaze instead of waiting for his answer. His eyes landed on what the whole school seemed to be staring at. The new girl. Tanned skin, blue eyes, and light brown hair. She was quite attractive, there was no doubting that. "Damn..." he whispered as she approached the steps of the school. He quickly popped himself off the wall and subconsciously flattened out his T shirt, as if it would make a difference. New girl took one look at him and Andre, and continued into the school building. The expression on her face spoke a thousand words. "God, one of those white prissy bitches," he sighed, taking a puff of his cigarette. She probably thought she was too good to be here. Of course she was. She came out of a fucking SUV, for crying out loud. "I always wonder what the hell brings those chicks down here," he mumbled to his friend, who was still ogling her in his mind. "Who cares, man? As long as there here I have some eye candy, and potential arm candy," he winked at Aaron, who laughed hard. "Yes, my man, because a chick like that would totally give guys like us the time of day."

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Candice felt a migraine coming on as her blue eyes scanned over her schedule in confusion. Nothing made sense, nothing clicked. It was impossible to read anything on the graffiti stained doors, so it would be difficult to find rooms based on room numbers. Taking a deep breath, she stuffed her useless schedule back into her purse and pulled out a water bottle instead. Unscrewing the cap and taking a sip, she almost jumped out of her own skin when she heard a voice creep up from behind her. Turning around, her eyes fell upon a tall, broad, tanned guy with shaggy black hair. "Help?" She repeated, the term sounding like gibberish as it escaped her lips. "Yes, that would be nice..." She mumbled, not making eye contact. To be completely honest, she was a bit frightened of the guy. It seemed like people here didn't randomly offer help without wanting some kind of an advance. She certainly wasn't interested in that. "Do you happen to know where English 103 is? With Mr. Fin?" She asked, remembering the name off her schedule. Hey, if he did offer a hand who was she to refuse it? But she couldn't fall too deep into a guy's help, not from here. She'd heard stories about the male population at Daxon, and she wasn't about to become a gang bang victim. Not her, not now, not ever.

"My man, what you don't understand is that I've got game for miles," Andre stressed, causing Aaron to double over in laughter. "Oh, do you know? Well, my man, then by all means, please, show us the ropes." A few other guys had stood beside them once new girl approached the steps, all eager to catch a glimpse of the new pair of legs on campus. They were all also eager to see Andre make a complete fool out of himself. The guy was fearless, after all. "Alright, my nigga. You watch me, this is going to be easy as hell." He bounced up the staircase and into the building. The group of guys slowly followed him, Aaron at the front of the group. Sure enough, the brunette stood not to far from the entrance, reading what was left of the door numbers. He almost felt bad for her, but then remembered what she was probably thinking about them. "Watch and learn, buckaroos," Andre whispered before swag walking across the dirty tiled floor and toward her. Leaning against the wall beside her, he propped his elbow upward, resting his head on his hand. "Hey angel, you look lost. I'm sure heaven was much clearer with directions."

Notoriously
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Notoriously wrote:
don't worry about it, babe.
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Candice nodded at the guy and followed him down the hall, not saying a word until they were in front of the door. Gripping the handle, she shot him a weak smile. "Thank you," she said plainly, and went to take a random seat in the corner of the class. She must be here early, for the class was still relatively empty. The only people present were her, the guy, and the teacher, Mr. Fin. Heading to the front of the room, she stopped at the teacher's desk. "Hello, Mr. Fin. I'm Candice Rogers, a transfer student." She handed him a slip from the back of her jeans with her information on it, provided by the principle's office. "I look forward to a year of hard work in your class." She smiled, noticing the wrinkles on the old man's face. He looked like he had been doing this for a very, very long time. Once he smiled in return, she headed back to her seat. Only to find her bag on the lap of some uncultured cretin, and her phone being flipped through by a group of eager looking males. "What the hell?!" She cried, rushing over to them and grabbing her bag off his lap. "Give me my phone back! That's private property!" The guy simply grinned at her in return, and without a word, flipped the phone over so she could see what they had been ogling at. It was a picture of her in a pale pink bikini from her good friend, Kate's, pool party the year before. "Girl, you should come to school in that outfit," another told her, earning a wolf whistle from the third. "You guys are disgusting," she spat, taking the phone and collapsing in her chair, her cheeks red. That would be the last time she left her bag on her table.

Aaron watched in amazement as new girl shockingly agreed for help from Andre, who was eyeing her with much greater interest and concentration than her schedule. "This girl can't be stupid enough to fall for Andre..." he mumbled under his breath, watching as his friend took the girl's hand and began to direct her toward the classroom. Again, he doubled over in laughter. The girl was staring at Andre's hand as if it carried the bubonic plague, and poor oblivious Andre couldn't tell. "Lay off man," he called out, mostly to embarrass and call out the girl on her obvious judgement. "She's not used to guys like you," he said, prancing over and pulling his arm around his friend. "You new around here, sweat pea?" He asked, stopping the three of them in the hall. It was shocking how girls who looked like her got away with acting the way they do. If a girl from the hood attempted any shit, she was scolded, looked down upon, even beaten. And these chicks got a lifetime pass to do whatever, say whatever, go wherever without any consequences. Well, she was certainly in for a wild ride.

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Candice raised her head up slowly when she heard a familiar voice speaking to her. Turning her head to the side, her eyes fell upon the male who helped her find her way to class. Hearing his explanation caused her to raise her eyebrows. So she would have to act a certain way when they invaded her privacy and personal space in order for them to stop? That made all too much sense. It wasn't like there were laws that had to be followed in this country, right? Her sarcastic thoughts weren't helping her shitty mood. "Thanks," she answered plainly before taking a notebook out of her bag and opening it. Popping her pen, she waited anxiously for class to begin. Perhaps these cretins would somehow learn to behave once that final bell rang, signaling the beginning of class. God, she wondered how the discipline department dealt with such behavior. If anyone attempted such actions at her old school, they would be suspended in a heartbeat. Now, Candice was no perfect little angel at her old school. Far from it, in fact. As head of the cheer squad, she had luxuries others didn't share. But still, she never broke the rules so hurtfully.

Aaron raised an eyebrow at the new girl and broke out in a fit of loud, cruel, stomach churning laughter. Oh, God help him! Sweet little white girl would only be referred to her by her name, God damnit. He should have known better, silly him. "I'm sorry, what was your name again? Might be news to you babe, but no one knows your name here." Andre looked ready to shrivel up and die. Poor sap. He'd have to give him a pep talk later of how not every chick mattered. Especially not a chick like this. "What's your damn class anyways? I'll point you to it and that can be the end of our little interaction. I won't, and he won't bother you again." Teachers were beginning to give them glares. White girl's parents probably donated a hefty amount of money to this place, earning her respect among the faculty and administration. He had to admit, these people did know how to hussle better than those who started the trade.

Notoriously
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Notoriously wrote:
shall i just skip till after class?

Notoriously
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Candice rose from her seat once the bell rang and immediately packed her things, exiting the class. One down, six more to go. The day was already agonizing beyond what she could ever imagine. On her way to the cafeteria, she realized she didn't have to subject herself to this treatment. Not for the next period, anyways. She'd sit in her car and call up her girls, or maybe even her boyfriend. They had spent all night on the phone together yesterday. He kept telling her it would be okay, that he would miss her endlessly and would take any chance to drive downtown to visit her. She said she'd do the same, only in her case she would be driving uptown. She wondered if she could manage to go between classes sometimes; yes, that would probably keep her sane. Her boyfriend was literally her other half, she still couldn't completely grasp that they wouldn't be spending every wakening moment together anymore. It depressed her greatly. Sighing, she turned and headed toward the parking lot, noticing other kids were also gathered around here. Only their purpose was to smoke weed and vandalize. All she wanted to do was make a phone call. See the difference?

"No man, you've got to get through this. It really isn't that big of a deal, trust me," Aaron assured Andre. The two of them had ditched first period, for they just weren't in the mood to listen to that bullshit. Especially after their little run in with white chick. "She's not even worth the trouble. Ebony." Her name sounded strange in his mouth. It was a bit ironic, her name. A white chick named Ebony. He almost laughed. Unzipping his bag, he pulled out a bottle of booze and skillfully popped the cap off. "God, I wonder how long that cream puff will last in these parts," he chuckled meanly before sliding the glass bottle between his lips. It was very, very difficult for Aaron to go forty minutes without ingesting some kind of substance.

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Candice pulled the phone up to her ear as it rang, the simple beeping coming from waiting for the line to be opened instantly comforting her. It reminded her of prank calling at slumber parties, excitedly calling her mother after she did well on an exam she studied for hours about, and most of all, waiting to hear the voice of the love of her life. The two of them have been together almost three years now, and one could say it was getting pretty serious. She was pretty much convinced that he was the guy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. He was just that good to her. And who was she to refuse something so perfect, so sweet? Smiling, she heard the reassuring click on the other line after what seemed to be ages. "Hey," called out a familiar voice, instantly relaxing her. "Hi," she replied, her cheeks turning red from the sound of his voice. He always had this effect on her. This sweet, sweet effect. "How are you Candy?" He asked, using his nickname for her. It used to piss her off endlessly, but now she found it cute and comforting. "I've been better, to be honest," she admitted, preparing herself to talk for hours. "The people here are just like the stories we've heard. The building is disgusting. The education seems decent, but the students make it so damn hard to concentrate in class!" As she was explaining her burdens to him, she felt eyes on her. Raising an eyebrow, she turned to the side and spotted the guy who helped her earlier today. Him and his buddies were passing a joint around and commenting, clearly about her. Could they be more obvious?

Taking another sip of his preferred alcoholic beverage, Aaron watched as the same white chick exited the building and made her way to her prized SUV. Bitch must love her car so much she has to double check on it every once and a while. Well, he supposed he couldn't blame her for that. He would probably do the same if he had that kind of car. Sighing, he leaned against the dirty brick wall behind him and watched her attentively. Andre had just left, for he got a phone call from the girl he banged at a party last week. It would be a while before he preferred Aaron's company. He watched in interest as white girl unlocked her car door, slid inside, and pulled out her cell phone. She read something, and giggled hard. Damn, it was like watching a fucking ABC Family movie. These people really were that predictable. He found himself laughing out loud, unable to control himself. He wondered who she was texting, and just how cute of a text that person had sent her. Then it suddenly clicked inside him. White girl probably had a boyfriend. He knew that smile when he saw it; the smile of love, compassion, and feelings. He'd given girls that smile before, believe him. He wondered what kind of a guy she was with. Was he just as pretentious as she was?

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