forum Modern Day Fantasy Romance (closed but stalkers are welcome\ <3)

Started June 17, 2019 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Her ponytail jumps as she does out of her chair. "Yes! Yes we do! Praise the world!" Her excited giggle chases away the negativity of the world, and she clasps Beatriz's hand. "What's your first class?"

Beatriz can't help but smile at Lure's giggle. "Er, Algebra, I think."

Her entire face blanks and Lure acts appalled. "Your first class is Algebra? Oh lord, and I was trying so hard to be positive…" She sticks her tongue out in disgust as she unfolds her schedule. "Mine is, too," she states, dumbfounded. "Well, at least we have it together!" And just like that, she returns to being a happy buzzing little roll of happiness.
Of course, she can't be happy for too long. The buzzing fills her mind. Today? Of all days?
"I… I think I ate too much. I need to go to the restroom, go on without me!" Mumbling out her excuse, Lure runs to the bathroom.

Beatriz stares at her for a moment before calling, "okay, then!" She begins walking towards the classroom, pausing at the doorway and checking her schedule to make sure she has the right room. She cautiously walks into the classroom.

Right as she walks into the classroom, the girl from earlier gives a nod. Her friends all move in a V formation and surround the model. “Hello, Beatriz,” the girl says sweetly. “You know, I think you were lying about my Dray-Dray being your boyfriend.”

Beatriz's eyes widen slightly in surprise before she quickly puts her mask back on. Narrowing her eues, she says, "maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't. Do you really want to take that chance?" She asks, examining her nails.

“What?” The girl scoffs, looking around at her friends. “Will Dray come swooping in to save the day?”

Beatriz pinched the bridge of her nose. " his name is Draven. Literally.no one calls him 'Dray.' So if you could just - shut the hell up, that'd be great," she finishes, pushing last the girl to her seat.

CC looks at her schedule and looks who's in her classes. History…
now let's see who's in it
She looks at the schedule as she heads down the long halls to her classroom, her head in her schedule book not paying attention to where she's going at all.

A slap echoed through the room. The girl had hit Beatriz across the face. “You don’t correct me,” she hissed. “I can call him what I want, and nobody, nobody can correct me.”

Without a pause, Beatriz grabs the girl's arm and judo flips her into the ground. Her fighting training is finally paying off. "Don't slap me, and don't call him Dray. I don't know who the he'll made you think you're the queen of the world, it I'll correct you whenever I feel that it's necessary.

Staring at the ceiling. Just staring, thoughts swirling.
Maverick's laying on the bed, a white rose in one hand, the flower the girl gave in the other.
Music whines in his ears. He doesn't know how to do this. He crafted this persona of a confident, egotistical guy. Flirting, always casual. How does he approach a confident girl? How does he go past flirting? How does he woo a girl? His hands are shaking now, in terror of playing with a fire he lit.
She said she wanted a flower. The words repeat on loop. Okay. He breathes.

Shrugging on his backpack, he goes down to the dorm. Maverick was watching the girl, observing her though he didn't know her name. At room 12A, he halts. Shaking, he repeats the mantra again. She said she wanted a flower. He can do that. He walks away, to his first period, history. A white rose glistens in his wake.

“He will never love a monster like you, bitch,” the girl wheezes. There are stares all around, and her gang are just standing there, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I think I'm okay with that," Beatriz replies unconcernedly, blood boiling.

CC not paying attention to where she's going, trips on her own feet. She just lays on the ground and looks up at the ceiling. She gets up and dusts herself of like nothing happened. She looked over to see the guy from earlier. She stops and grins

A cruel smile curves the girl’s face. “You’re not dating. Thank you for confirming that.”

Blinded for a second by her smile, Maverick can only shake his head out of its daze. "Tripping all over yourself for me, huh?" he teases. Wordlessly, he offers her a hand - was that? Was that a blush spreading across his face?

Beatriz snorts. "Just because we're not dating, doesn't mean that you don't still have absolutely zero chance with him."

“I have much more off a chance with him than you do, sweetie.”

Beatriz sighed, looking up at the ceiling. * I didn't even know it was possible to be this annoying.* "That's great and all, good for you, but I don't really want or need a chance with him. Unlike some people, I like to actually get to know someone before I decide I want to date them."