||Things are heating up||, vivian aka sunny

[troy a. fitzpatrick]

You make me so hot,
make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous,
I can barely stop

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Troy walked through the hallways of Collingwood Academy, his hands in his pockets, his bag over his right shoulder as he made his way to his locker. The plan was to take out his leather jacket out of the locker and then go outside and smoke a cigarette. But as he passed some windows, his blue eyes noticed that it was raining outside, so he changed his plans and instead of going to his locker, he made his way to the student lounge. At this time of the day, there wouldn't be too many people, seeing that most students were in class right now. But he had decided to skip the next hour, mainly because he didn't feel like sitting through another one of Mr. Kennedy's boring lessons. He would probably be lectured anyway about the way he dressed. Yeah, Troy still didn't feel like dressing entirely the way the shool wanted it. He still was wearing normal jeans and his leather jacket instead of the school uniform's pants and blazer. But at least he was wearing his white shirt and a tie, quite an accomplishment on his part. Yeah, Troy had been here for a few days already and he still wasn't liking it at all. He didn't like anything about it, the stupid stuck up snobby rich kids, the irritating teachers, the boring lessons, the school uniform. He hated everything about this place.

Well, almost everything. Troy had always been a ladiesman and since day one, he had been flirting with some of them. But so far, he hadn't been able to get lucky yet, but at least he had been able to draw the attention of some of the female students. Yet, Troy wasn't worried, he was still the new kid here and with all these stupid cliques around here, things weren't as easy as it would be on a public school. Also the fact that Troy used to live on the street and now he was surrounded by all these bloody snobs didn't help either. After a little while, Troy made it to the student lounge as he pushed the doors open and to his own surprise, he found it completely deserted. A grin formed on his lips as it couldn't have been any better. Dropping his bagpack somewhere on the ground, he moved to one of the windows and opened it, hearing and watching the rain soak the grass on the other side.

His hand went in his backpocket as he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking one of the cigarettes out, he placed it between his lips and lighted it, taking a drag from it before blowing the smoke outside, watching it swirl around in the air before it dissapeared in the dark sky. Leaning his back against the windowframe, he was thinking about how things were around here. If he had to be honest, he would've expected it to be worse and so far he hadn't been very aware of the cliques just yet. But he had a feeling that all that was going to change soon enough. He was shaken out of his thoughts as he heard someone open the door of the student lounge, slowly Troy turned his head, his blue eyes watching how the door slowly opened and one of the most hot girls he had seen around here walked inside. Immediately a grin appeared on his face again.

[vivian e. solis]

( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME )
i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e

Vivian hated Tuesdays. She'd realized a while ago that it was more then the fact that it was another day in the week, but the fact that everyone expected tuesdays to be better then monday that made them suck just as bad. This particular Tuesday seemed extrordonarily bad, what with the heavy rain. She'd decided to have a morning to herself the night before, but given up when her father had 'come home for brunch' with one of the girls he was supposedly trying to turn into 'something better than britney spears'. She'd grabbed starbucks on her way to school, and blared old punk music till she'd forgotten that it was a tuesday. She was more then a half hour late for third period by the time she'd found a parking spot on campus, and someone with an umbrella. Today was not going the way she'd planned it. at all. The halls were exceptionally cold, and she'd forgotten her jacket in the car. She held onto her cup of coffee tight, trying to warm herself up through three ounces of lukewarm coffee. She'd almost decided to go to class by the time she'd run up the three flights of stairs, and wound her way through the halls. "Fuck it" She murmured, taking a final sip of her coffee before walking in the other direction. The student Lounge was off limits during class hours. Before school, at break, lunch, and after school only. Which was really a shame because the student lounge was the best thing collingwood had to offer stressed out student - well besides an education. She pushed the door open slowly, with her shoulder, manuevring her bag off her back and tossing it onto one of the violet colored chairs someone's dad had had shipped from Portugal. Or was it India? Vivian couldn't remember. Right now all she wanted was to sit in the study alone. read one of the books she'd picked up from Boarders a few months ago. Maybe sneak into the teachers lounge for another coffee. She pulled her hair out of her face, smiled at her new jimmy choo's and looked up, trying to find a suitable place to sit. there was a boy in one of the corners of the room, watching the rain like it was a broadway play. She could only see his back, but that was enough for her to know that she'd never met him before. "Who are you?" She called, startled. The boy wasn't an eye sore but he wasn't anything like the boys that were normally walking around collingwood. he seemed a bit more raw, uninhibited. carefree in the kind of way that almost screamed trouble. since when are you an expert at reading people, Vi? she chided herself. either way she didn't like the change. she was usually the only one who wasn't in compliance with the strict dress code, and she liked it that way. Liked the fact that her clothes drew almost as much attention as her body. who the fuck was this kid to take her thunder? "Hello? Boy from the wrong side of the tracks? What are you doing here?" she walked up to him, defiantly angry, arms crossed over her chest. he was even pretter up close, in this strange sort of way. another thing vivian didn't like. she took his cigarette from him, and tilted her head up to blow a smoke ring. "Mm," she breathes, looking up at him. He's not that much taller then her in her new black heels. She likes that. "Its nice to meet you." She says calmer, in a sticky sweet voice. "Come, sit down? I want to know all about Collingwoods newest toy."

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OUTFIT

[troy a. fitzpatrick]

You make me so hot,
make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous,
I can barely stop

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Troy's blue eyes continued the follow the beauty that entered the students lounge. Checking her out from top to bottom as she tossed her bag on one of the chairs and then she checked out her surroundings before her eyes landed on him. "Who are you?". Raising his eyebrow a little, he brought his eyes back to her face. The tone in her voice sounded a little angry, like he had done something to piss her off. Not that he was surprised by such a reaction, and he could very well respond in the same way. "Hello? Boy from the wrong side of the tracks? What are you doing here?". At that, he couldn't help but grin, she really seemed to be pissed off about him as he watched her walking towards him, not sure what to expect. It was then that he also noticed that she wasn't exactly wearing the school uniform either, perhaps she wasn't that bad after all. When she stood right in front of him, their eyes met, blue meeting blue and now he really noticed how gorgeous she was. It sometimes happened that someone looked hot from afar, but when you got closer you realised you're eyes had deceived you. But with this girl that wasn't the case, she had looked hot from afar, but she looked even hotter when she was standing right in front of him.

And it seemed that she probably realised the same thing about him, because she suddenly became a whole lot nicer. Her fingers took his cigarette of his mouth as she took a drag off it and blew a smoke ring before she said something in a much sweeter voice then before. "Its nice to meet you.". "Is that the way how you greet everyone around here?" Troy asked her, finally opening his mouth, a grin still on his face. It seemed that she liked to play with people's minds, the same way he liked to as well. "Come, sit down? I want to know all about Collingwoods newest toy.". He looked at her, his hand taking the cigarette she was still holding, his fingers touching hers before he brought the cigarette back to his mouth and took a final drag before throwing it outside and closing the window behind him.

Turning his attention back to the beauty before him, he grinned and headed with her towards one of the couches in the student lounge, dropping himself in it, his eyes still fixed on her. "First time I've been called a toy." He answered, grinning as she sat down in the couch next to him. "And it depends, what do you want to know?" He asked, once again checking her out now that they were close to each other again awaiting her answer or question. But he had some questions off his own, and in the meanwhile he had also made a promise to himself, he was going to get this girl in his bed no matter what.

[vivian e. solis]

( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME )
i n s i d e a p e r f e c t l y s t r a i g h t l i n e

There wasn't much that Vivian figured could be lost killing a few minuets talking to this new kid. she wasn't exactly attracted to him - he was using that 'kid from the wrong side of the tracks' thing a little too much, but if he was worth it she wouldn't mind spurging a bit on an entirely new wardrobe and look. she wondered if he would throw a fit if she mentioned just how unattractive to the girls at this school he looked. of course she would be lying - those rival girls would take anything with a dick and good looks - but that would be half of the fun. "i don't know." she finally said, crossing her legs. her last boyfriend had told her she had legs that could go on for miles. she wondered if this kid would take the bait. "i don't think i ever introduced myself. I'm vivian. i'm a senior." She waited for him to respond while she pulled out her lipstick. she could apply lipstick with her eyes closed. she didn't know why she was doing all of this to attract this boys attention. but she was. and just because she didn't understand it didn't mean that she had to stop. she did a million things that she didn't understand - and so far no major mistakes. "You're so adorable." she smirked and looked down, tucking her hair behind her ear. her earring clinked against expensive acrylic nails. he looked like the kind of kid that would grow up to work in a major law firm, marry a girl half his age and cheat on her with someone half her age when she started pushing forty. that is, assuming he stayed with her long enough. she almost choked when she realized she was comparing this kid to her father. how mucked up in the head was she, really? "what?" she asked, softer, her voice catching, "is my makeup messed or something? i'm not like, a burn victim and no one bothered to tell me am i?" oh god, what was she doing? she was going to vomit if she caught herself flirting.

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OUTFIT

[troy a. fitzpatrick]

You make me so hot,
make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous,
I can barely stop

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When she crossed her legs, Troy couldn't help but take a look at them as they were amazing. She had the legs that could go on forever and his blue eyes started with the hotpants she was wearing before going down to her heels and then going back up again, meeting her eyes with his. And then she spoke up again "i don't think i ever introduced myself. I'm vivian. i'm a senior.". Vivian, Vivian, he had heard her name before in the halls of Collingwood Academy as Troy tried to remember when and what it was about. And then it hit him. Vivian Solis, the leader of the Ruler clique, the clique that ruled this school. Immediately another grin appeared on his face, if he was able to get this girl in his bed then basically he had fucked the hottest, most powerful chick in the entire school. "I'm Troy and I'm a junior" Troy said, knowing well enough that being a year younger or older wasn't a problem for most girls. He had fucked with enough older girls and he had never lied about his age before.

Troy watched how she applied lipstick while looking at him, a clear sign that she was flirthing with him and he had no problem flirting right back. "You're so adorable.". He grinned again, adorable wasn't exactly the word most girls used to describe him. Most of the time they used handsome, hot and some even cute. "So, I'm an adorable toy. And what are you then?" He asked, eyeing her curiously before adding " Besides gorgeous.". The flirting had begon and who knew where it was going to end, after all, they had some hours of free time and they were all alone in a room when everyone else was stuck in class. He started to like these odds.

"what?""is my makeup messed or something? i'm not like, a burn victim and no one bothered to tell me am i?". Troy looked back up again as he answered. "I was just checking you out, you look different from most girls around here." Troy said, telling the truth. She did look different, first of all, she wasn't wearing her school uniform, hell she wasn't even wearing a single piece of the uniform and he liked that. Not to forget that she was the hottest girl in school, well, as far as he could tell at least.