The hottest guy in the senior class is at it again. He's dating new girls left and right, tossing them here and there. He's more or less your typical player, only he's got it down to a fine art. He can date several girls at the same time without them ever knowing he's seeing another girl.

However, when a new chick transfers into the school, Walker loses his edge. She's hot and he wants her. She wants him. But five of Walker's ex-girlfriends team up to help the new girl become the perfect Billie Walker heartbreaker. They teach her what to say, what to avoid, and how to toy with the hunk's heart.

Video equipment is essential and one of the ex-girlfriends works for the school's newspaper. She's writing dirt on the guy and cannot wait to expose the man for the fraud girl player that he is. But, here's the killer twist, he falls head over heels for the new girl. And the five-exs can sense that she might be a little too moral. Meaning, she's falling for him. However, they have tricks up their sleeves and know how to convert her back to being an "Anit-Walker" girl.

What will happen? Will he actually get the girl? Or will Billie Walker be exposed for the true man that he is - a womanizer.

[IMGRIGHT]http://ones2watch4.com/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/james-marsden-6.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]❥ William Ace Walker
___❥ the womanizer

ηιcкηαмε: Billie
gεηdεя: Male
ρяεfεяεηcε: Straight
αgε: just turned eighteen
εyε cσℓσя: intense green eyes
нαιя cσℓσя: brown fringe to adore
нειgнт/ωειgнт: six foot one inch at about one hundred fifty pounds

¬ Personality: Very cynical. Crude. Blunt. Piss him off and you're F*CKED! He not a force to be reckoned with. He harbors deep grudges and always gets the final say. He's extremely competitive and doesn't like to be told what to do. Not only does he act tough, he is literally tough with both muscle and a tough attitude. If you need some defense, this military brat is the guy to call. He's a great friend, so don't turn him into your worst nightmare. Jacked and strong, Billie really is just another hot-headed thug. He grew up on a mafia infested town so it's only natural that he is a back-stabber. He doesn't trust anyone but his bros. As a child he had a new girlfriend every week. He was just another player that treated girls like trash.
¬ History: His father hates him. His mother wants nothing to do with him. Billie is just a thing that exists in their life. His father is always gone while his mom's always working and stressing. Having him, he believes, was their biggest mistake. He has limited friends since he was an army brat K-9th grade. Whenever he get settled in, they were moving, again. It sucked. But, he wouldn't trade it for the world. Billie's father's a war hero. His mom's a famous activist. "It's great having parents who I can look up too," he tells people. He's always wanted them to impress them, but it's easier said than done.
¬ Likes: His giant microbes: Nerve Cell, Tuberculosis, and Typhoid Fever. Cats, music, working out, anything history or medical related, and fruits and vegetables are a few other things he loves.
¬ Dislikes: Waiting in lines, treadmills, his alarm clock, and slow people.

♫ Favorite Songs: One ♠ Buried Alive ♠ Fast Paced World ♠ Tears Don't Fall ♠ Undead ♠ Gimme the Mic ♠ Coming Undone
♫ Theme Song: Womanizer

❥ Wavikz

The primary location of this roleplay is Harrington High, the central school distract for the residents of Harrington. Their school mascot is a knight and their colors are red and black. The school is famous for their soccer and baseball team, both of which Billie Walker plays for. Nonetheless, Harrington is a large city with numerous places to visit. Below is a left of some of the "hot spots" in town.

Places to Visit:

Harrington High School
Corner Cafe
Movieplex 8 Theater
Harrington Auditorium [Theatre and Concert Hall]
Harrington Central Park
Pizza, Please! Pizzeria
HPD [Harrington Police Department]
Alfred Family Clinical Practice
Matt's Auto Shop
Red Leaf Night Club
Harrington Mall
LeFayette's Restaurant
Lineway Art Museum

1: Follow all of the Mene rules, and ours of course.
2: PG-13, anything over that you'll be kicked out.
3: You get 3 warnings, after the 3rd warning you're out.
4: You can play up to 2 characters.
5: Pm your profiles to me or Wavik titled "Billie Walker Must Die".
6: Please use proper English, and I do understand if you don't know how to spell the word but spell it close enough so we can understand it.
7: Post a paragraph or more.
8: No God-modding what so ever.
9: Send me or Wavik a PM if you're going to be gone more then a week.
10: Try to post when you can, I know we all can't post because of school, work, etc. but please try.
11: Have fun :D

This is the place to look for who's playing who as well as who might be MIA due to personal reasons. It will also state who has been removed from the roleplay due to the inability to follow the rules. This section also houses anything that might have been missed from before.

OOC Thread (Billie Walker Must Die [OOC])

Who's Who

• Grace Amberley- Marguerite Blakeney

• William Ace Walker- Wavikz

• Kiana Long- DarkAngel562415

• Ahraina Fae Harlin- Jesseboo

• Sierra Jones- buffythevampireslayer12

• Aurora Lee Jones- Abomination

The following are the five ex-girlfriends that are plotting to hurt Billie Walker:

• the Pretty Cheerleader
• the Gothic Artist
• the Peaceful Hippie
• the Straight-laced Nerd
• the Attractive Foreign Exchange Student

[IMGRIGHT]Real image of your character[/IMGRIGHT][FONT="Century Gothic"][SIZE="5"]❥ [COLOR="Black"]Character Full Name[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR="Black"][B]нειgнт/ωειgнт:[/B][/COLOR]  [COLOR="Color1"][write out height and weight][/COLOR]

[COLOR="Black"]¬ [B]Personality:[/B][/COLOR]  [COLOR="Color1"][write a paragraph or two about the character's attitude/personality][/COLOR]
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[COLOR="Black"]¬ [B]How You Know Billie:[/B][/COLOR]  [COLOR="Color1"][post how you met][/COLOR][INDENT][COLOR="Black"]♫ [B]Favorite Songs:[/B][/COLOR]  [COLOR="Color1"][URL of song from YouTube][/COLOR]
[COLOR="Black"]♫ [B]Theme Song:[/B][/COLOR]  [COLOR="Color1"][URL of song from YouTube][/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT][INDENT][SIZE="3"]❥ [COLOR="Black"]Menewsha Username[/COLOR][/SIZE][/INDENT][/FONT]

[IMGRIGHT]http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/hayden-panettiere.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]❥ Kiana Long
___❥ Preppy Cheerleader

ηιcкηαмε: Kia
gεηdεя: Female
ρяεfεяεηcε: Straight
αgε: Seventeen
εyε cσℓσя: Blueish-green
нαιя cσℓσя: Dirty blonde
нειgнт/ωειgнт: five foot six,130

¬ Personality: Loving, caring, friendly, social and not afraid to speak her mind. She's the kind of person who her friends come to for any kind of problem. Family, friends, and boyfriend/girlfriend problems, because knowing her she's been through it all. She doesn't let drama get in her way though but if someone starts something about her, trust me she's going to find that person and talk to them face to face.
¬ History: Kiana is a only child, and she's spoiled. She's been a cheerleader since she was 3 and always the captain. Girls are jealous of her and guys want to date her. You could say she's the "Queen Bitch" of the school but if you get to know her she's not a bitch at all. Billie was the love of her life and she was his first girl friend. She thought he was going to be the one who puts the ring on her finger until she found out about him cheating on her. She was heart-broken but she wanted to get him back. She wanted to get him back really good.
¬ Likes: Cheer leading, chocolate and music.

¬ Dislikes: Billie
¬ How You Know Billie: She was Billie's first girlfriend

♫ Favorite Songs: All of them duh
♫ Theme Song: YouTube - Flyleaf - Set Apart This Dream [Lyrics]

❥ DarkAngel562415

Originally Posted by JessehBoo

[IMGRIGHT]http://i898.photobucket.com/albums/ac184/JessehBoo/RPCharacter.png[/IMGRIGHT]❥ Ahraina Fae Harlin
___❥ Gothic Wiccan Artist

ηιcкηαмε: Rain/Rae
gεηdεя: Female
ρяεfεяεηcε: Bisexual
αgε: Seventeen
εyε cσℓσя: Hazel
нαιя cσℓσя: Currently Black with Dark Red Highlights
нειgнт/ωειgнт: Five feet, Seven inches / 113lbs

¬ Personality: Quiet and reserve, yet when you piss her off you better watch out. She's a vengeful little wiccan and practices voodoo and the like. Though she believes in the rule of three and is always on her guard. Rain speaks her mind, that is when she DOES speak. She can usually be found drawing in her sketchbook or writing in her book of shadows. Is quite smart, since she loves to read and loves to wander bookstores.
¬ History: Ahraina, pronounced Ah-Rae-Nah, lives with her widowed mom, Rachel, and her bratty 7 year old brother Kyle. Her childhood was full of loneliness really, her mother worked two jobs while her father worked 10 hour shifts as a construction worker. However when they were all together Rain was like a cherub, glowing and happy. Yet when Kyle was born her mother couldn't work anymore with a new baby, since they couldn't afford a babysitter. Her father took a second job on the weekends, so he would never really be home while the girl was awake. Rain's mother was irritable most of the time due to lack of sleep from Kyle and Rain usually steered clear from her. After her father died in a car accident coming home the girl pretty much shut down, she was 10 years old. Finding comfort in the fantasy world of books she always carried one with her and her collection slowly grew. When she was around 15 years old she stumbled upon a wiccan store while on vacation visiting her grandmother. She immediately connected with it and began practicing, her mother hates it, which makes her love it all the more. She'd tried contacting her father many times, yet has failed, however she keeps trying. Now that shes in high school people call her a freak and pretty much she chills with the stoners and goths, though she doesn't smoke or drink or do anything. Some guys like her Gothic charm/appearance but she usually blows them off. She recently adopted a kitten from the shelter, her name is Opal.
¬ Likes: The moon, Wicca, Reading, Fiction Novels, The rain, Thunder/Lightning, Music, Incense, Tattoos, Piercings, Spiders, Scary Movies, Animals, Sushi.
¬ Dislikes: Billie, Peppy people, The color pink, Rap, Being interrupted, Cheerleaders.
¬ How You Know Billie: In a bookstore, Billy was looking through the history books while she was walking towards the "spiritual" section to buy a book of shadows. They got to talking and he worked his charm on her.

♫ Favorite Songs: Boats and Birds, Box Of Sharp Objects, Sidewalks
♫ Theme Song: Monster By Skillet / Animal I Have Become By Three Days Grace

❥ JessehBoo

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Originally Posted by DarkAngel562415

[IMGRIGHT]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq1jO6iuU2U/SF2R_3Tu4OI/AAAAAAAACQI/Q9bNz4qCWMU/s400/Keeley+Hazell+UHQ+Wallpaper+-+Photo++stockwallpapers.blogspot.com++1.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]❥ Sierra Jones
___❥ The Attractive Foreign Exchange Student

ηιcкηαмε: Cece
gεηdεя: Female
ρяεfεяεηcε: Straight
αgε: Seventeen
εyε cσℓσя: Green
нαιя cσℓσя: Blonde
нειgнт/ωειgнт: Five foot Eight;150

¬ Personality: Sierra is sweet and kind. She loves making friends but is tired of the move from place to place. All though she is nervous about her new school she was ready as always to make new friends. She is a little clumsy. Sometimes she is so shy that her whole face turns red which embarrasses her more. She hopes she wont be embarrassed at her new school
¬ History: Sierra used to go to a very expensive school from England and her parents would always pay for her to have a excellent education until her dad's job forced them to move away. She left her old bf and her friends behind to live where she is now. The only good thing she got from moving was that her boy friend dumped her before she moved. She is still sad about it but will gladly meet someone new if she can.
¬ Likes: She likes hanging with friends, going to coffee shops, and pets;mostly dogs
¬ Dislikes: Hates stuck up girls and guys who think they are better then everyone.
¬ How You Know Billie: He was one of the first people to talk to me the day I moved here

♫ Favorite Songs: YouTube - Miley Cyrus - Party In The U.S.A. - Official Music Video (HD)
YouTube - Selena Gomez & The Scene - Naturally
YouTube - Selena Gomez & The Scene - Round & Round
YouTube - Selena Gomez & The Scene - A Year Without Rain
♫ Theme Song: YouTube - Demi Lovato - Don't Forget - Official Video (HQ)

❥ buffythevampireslayer12

Originally Posted by Wavikz

[IMGRIGHT]http://i52.tinypic.com/33bhaoj.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]❥ Grace Amberley
___❥ title - the new girl

ηιcкηαмε: Gracie
gεηdεя: female
ρяεfεяεηcε: straight
αgε: seventeen
εyε cσℓσя: blue, with flecks of hazel
нαιя cσℓσя: medium brown
нειgнт/ωειgнт: 5'4"; 115 lbs

¬ Personality: A bit of a recluse, Grace never really had the opportunity to make friends and perfect any social skills that she might have wanted. All she knew was family life within the military - the absence of a dad for long periods of time, and having to pack up and move at any given moment. The only sort of stability she gives herself is listening to music on any music player within reach and studying. She wears glasses and usually has her hair pulled back in some way or another - wearing a ponytail, headband, or hairclip. Other than that, she's rather sweet. She tries to make friends, but hasn't been able to make a lasting connection with anybody in the schools she's been to.
¬ History: Her dad's a military guy, in which circumstances forced the entire family, including Grace, to live very nomadic lives. They don't have very many possessions because of this, and live a rather spartan lifestyle. She never got to make any friends or stay at any particular school for too long, although she would have loved to join a club if the opportunity ever arose. Theatre/drama, cheerleading, music - Grace wanted to be a part of any of those. Only recently had her parents divorced, and Grace went on to live with her mom in a (hopefully) permanent residence in Harrington.
¬ Likes: Oldies music/music that nobody listens to anymore, reading, staying at home, going out to see theatrical performances instead of just movies, studying, cooking (but eating out is fun too)
¬ Dislikes: reptiles, haunted houses, snobby people, the smells of Abercrombie&Fitch/Hollister and Bath&Body Works, styling her hair and putting on makeup (she can't do either of these to save her life)
¬ How You Know Billie: She doesn't. She just transferred here.

♫ Favorite Songs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NyU_kqD8Uk
♫ Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHRJSzhoG_Y

❥ Marguerite Blakeney

Black List:
buffythevampireslayer12 for not complying with the rule that states to PM profiles.

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❥ Billie Walker

Hands sliding into his deep jean pockets, the male pulled them back out to tug on his striped royal and navy blue hoodie. It was getting close to that time of year when girls and guys got all wrapped up beneath several layers of clothing in a pathetic attempt to escape the cold.

His eyes darted down the row of desks toward the teacher. History. It was Billie Walker's favorite class. He just adored it and the teacher adored him. Unlike most the women of the school, his teacher actually thought of him as a son rather than a lover. Smiling up at her, Billie raised his hand to, yet again, stun the class with his genius mind.

"The Civil Rights Act of 1871." Eyes on him, the brunette couldn't help but smirk. He knew his stuff. And, as he predicted, he was right. A piece of candy was tossed at him. Popping the red Tootsie Pop in his mouth, Billie went back to taking notes, but his eyes soon grew bored of the lined white paper. Rather than listening to the teacher, he let his mind wander some. Several of his girlfriends were in the room. But they knew better than to talk call him out on it. After all, it was his rule. The first rule. Rule Number One: Never let anyone know we're dating. It has to be a secret. If it spills, we're threw. Had this simple rule not been in place, Billie never would have been able to juggle six girlfriends at once.

However, today was dump day. In time, he would have to end things with each of the girls and look for some new ladies to date. And yet, Billie always seemed to keep a few girls in the re-date loop. There was the head cheerleader, the Gothic art chick, the peaceful hippie, that attractive foreign exchange girl, and the straight-laced nerd. Which was he going to re-ask back out today? He wasn't sure, but he had four more hours to decide and work up some romantic lines to call her back. It was a piece of cake. It always was.

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❥Kiana Long

Kiana walks out of the lock room with a couple of the other cheerleaders. They're heels of the boots tapping on the floor as they walked. Laughing softly, people got out of their way as they walked down the hall. Kiana stops at her locker to grab her jacket and to put her cheer leading bag away.

Closing the locker and then locking it, they said good bye and made their way to their classes. 3 of them walk into the history class and shows their passes to the teacher. Kiana walks over to her seat, walking pass Billie and rolls her eyes at him. Sitting down in her seat, she quickly takes the notes that where on the board. She was good at history but some of the subjects just didn't stick in her head. Tapping her pencil against her notepad she blew a bubble in her gum and popped it softly. She wanted to get out of the class as fast as she could.

The bell finally rings and she packs her stuff. Standing up, she fixes her skirt in front of Billie, reminding him what he was missing before walking out with the other cheerleaders. "Billie is so stupid for breaking up with you" one of the cheerleaders says and the other nods with agreement. "I know, but it's his loss" Kiana says walking between them as they head to their next class.

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❥ Grace Amberley

It wasn’t fair, this “having to move to a new school again” thing. It was already the middle of the semester, and the time where the seasons were changing. The air was chilly, and she was ill-equipped to handle this type of weather since most of her winter stuff was still in boxes at home, waiting to be unpacked. She didn’t know her way around the school, nor did she know the ways of the school, hence her cluelessness when the big, popular cheerleader (Gracie at least knew what a cheerleader was – she dreamed of being one since she was a little girl) made her way through the center of the hall.

All the attention was obviously focused on the blonde and her two lackeys, nothing Grace wasn’t familiar with. Before she knew it, Grace was pushed out of the way by some skater guy’s rather large, black packpack. She gasped and put an arm up to try and shield the blow but was hit anyway. “Hey! Watch where you’re walking!” The guy merely turned around to take one look at her and blew her off. She watched as he just walked away to go greet his friends and do their “bromantic” handshake thing.

Grace looked down at the paper that was clutched in her hand that day. Her palms were sweaty, and the printed paper was getting crinkled along the way. It was her class schedule. “AP Biology…ENS 580,” she murmured to herself, reading off the paper. Trying to find a directory to figure out what the building arrangement was for the classrooms, she ended up tripping over something, falling flat onto her bottom and onto the ground, yelling out a high-pitched, surprised yelp in the process.

❥ Sierra Jones

Sierra sat in French class. It was the one class she didn't have a problem with considering where she was from. The teacher adored her cause she was her best student. The teacher asked " who knows how to say thank you in french. " Of course Sierra raised her hand and she called on her. " je vous remercie " Sierra said without difficulty. The teacher smiled. " Correct sierra " she said. Sierra smiled and the teacher began righting there assignment on the board. The assinment was to wright down all of the french words they had learned. Sierra thought it was a piece of cake cause she knew so many.

Sierra finished early so she took out her copy of her favorite book, Clique. She loved it because the main girl was new and found it kind of hard to fit in but she became friends with the snobby girl in the end. When she had finished her chapter the teacher said time was up so she marked her page and turned in her assignment. Then they sat down for the time they had to talk before the bell rang.

Sierra was staring out the window when a voice caught her attention. " So your from England right," the voice said. She turned around to see a brown haired girl sitting across form her looking at her. " Yes I'm from England,"sierra said. The girl looked at her. "well I'm Kelly. I am the head of the art club. Nice to meet you" she said. " Nice to meet you to," Sierra said.

[[I'm sorry to post this, but due to the timing, I will have to put this roleplay on pause. I'm entering my last two weeks of fall quarter and between the essays, tests, and 40 page projects, I don't have time to keep up with this. Around the first of December, if you're still interested, this will open again. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but as you know, real life comes first.

-Wavikz]]

To his luck, he watched at the new girl fell flat on her behind. Smiling at her adorably cute clumsy way, Billie bent down to offer her some help. "Hey, are you oka... shit. You're bleeding. Here," reaching into his pocket, Billie pulled out a cloth.

Dabbing the cloth against her forehead and then her scrapped arm, Billie's eye met hers. "I think you'll live, but here," putting some ointment on a large band-aid, Billie handed the brunette the stuff. "I'm a licensed EMT, so don't worry. But if you're allergic to latex or adhesives, don't worry, that band-air is latex-free and the adhesive is made of a completely natural material. It won't do any harm. And if it does, I'd be more than happy to give you some... mouth to mouth."

Grinning, he stacked the female's belongings and pushed them toward her. "You really ought to be more careful. A doll like yourself falling around here would only lead to peeping Tom's. We wouldn't want everyone to know you're in pink lace underwear... or whatever style and color you prefer."

Sierra looked out the window of the class room. She was thinking about her break up with Terrance, her boy friend before she moved. She still couldn't believe he had broken up with her but maybe she would meet someone knew. the bell rang and she walked out of the classroom. She went to her locker and got her clothes for track. She loved track. It was her favorite thing to do when she wasn't helping her mom and dad move boxes into the house. She headed to the gym.

When she got in the gym she changed clothes and headed towards the field. She was one of the first few people there. She stretch before they began running. They started with a 50-meter dash and she was faster then the rest and got the fastest time. The coach congradulated her and she smiled. thank you it was no biggy she said. she was always modest

Her eyes opened as a voice seemed to call out to her. Squinting her eyes shut, it took her a while to regain control of her body as she came to. Blinking, she realized that this too-nice-to-be-real guy had knelt over her and was now tending to her wounds. "I’m bleeding?" she asked. Grace reached a hand up to the area that the guy had dabbed the cloth over, and bringing her hand back down to eye-level she furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay. Definitely not how I wanted to make a first impression," she admitted. Looking up at her "rescuer," she could tell right off the bat that he was a student. "Sorry, but...aren’t you a little too young to be an EMT?" she asked.

Raising an eyebrow at his suggestion that she might be allergic to latex or adhesives (well, it could happen, but thankfully she was normal enough to not have that kind of allergic reaction), she shook her head. "No. No allergies, whatsoever," she informed him. But then this guy had the audacity to be so forward as to suggest that she’d want a kiss. Smirking while looking at him weird, Grace simply replied, "I’m not unconscious, so mouth-to-mouth resuscitation isn’t really necessary, now is it?"

This guy was just straight up weird. Or perverted. Picking up her books and other things that had fallen from her grasp, she looked down. She was wearing jeans. "Thanks…I’ll be sure to keep that in mind." ’Just what kind of school did I get myself enrolled into? Ugh, I wish Mom would’ve let me stay homeschooled.’ But the former Mrs. Amberley had wanted her children to become more acquainted with the world and gain some friends, so she insisted on her kids enrolling into actual schools, much to the dismay of Grace wanting to stay home all the time.

Looking over her shoulder when she was at her locker when she saw the new girl fall. Smiling with a giggle she looks into her mirror that was hanging on her locker door and puts on some lip gloss. Stopping when she noticed something in the mirror, she pushes her locker door back a little and sees Billie kneeling down beside the new chick taking care of her.

"Why that little player...already making his move." Kiana says softly to herself as she puts her lip gloss back into her purse and keeps looking threw her mirror I hope she knows what she's getting herself into, she thought to herself and then her friends come over to her.

"Kiana,come on we're going to be late" one of them say closing her locker "Ok ok I'm coming" she says putting her purse on her shoulder and holds her books in her other hand. Glancing back over at Billie and the new girl she rolls her eyes and keeps walking.

His eyes rolled when his ex-girlfriend butted in. "Have you ever thought about why I'm not dating you anymore. Oh. Wait. That's right. You're a gossip queen. Way to spread lies and rumors about something you've no proof on. It's such a shame. The innocent are always guilty without any hardcore evidence. So, love, why don't you join the CSI team and find some proof. When you can prove to me that I'm a terrible guy, then I'll change."

Blowing his hair out of the way, Billie shook his head. "I'm terribly sorry about that. I had no intentions of flustering, disrespecting, or being a bother to you." A light blush powdered he face and the burning, tingling, intoxicating sensation overwhelmed Billie. "Christ. I think I have a fever. I-I-I... I... nurse. Bye."

Pivoting on his heel, the brunette sped down the hall and away from the new girl. Away from her, he rested his back against a locker. Holy F! That chick is hot and why the hell are my knees shaking. Whoa. Whoa man whoa. I cannot, CANNOT, be in love with her. Goddamn chick! She's just so... flawless. Like an... angel. A hopeless look filled his eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. Is there a chance she might... like me... back? Shaking his head violently, Billie slammed his fists into the wall. Keep it together man. You cannot change everything for that one girl. But what if... if... she's the... the one. Head dropping to the floor, Billie wandered off to his next class where he spent the entire time pondering everything related to Grace and girls.

Kiana turns and puts her hand on her hip "Ok first of all I wasn't butting in. And I'm not a gossip queen ok. And you do know that you are a bad person, dating 4 girls at the same time." she says getting into his face "You're a sick pig" she says and notices his cheek get red, her eyes widen slightly when she saw that. He did the same thing when he asked her out. Grabbing her books tighter in her hand she turns around as soon as he leaves and walks fast and hard down the hall, you could hear her heals probably a mile away.

"Kiana what's wrong?" one of her girlfriends say putting her hand on her arm. "It's nothing and I don't want to talk about it" Kiana says brushing her bangs out of her eyes as they entered they classroom. Sitting down, Kiana starts thinking about when her and Billie went out. Shaking her head she turns her action back towards the teacher. Girl...he's the past...get over him she thought to herself, but deep down inside she knew that wasn't going to happen.

Great. Not even a half an hour of interacting with people, and she was already caught in the middle of some afternoon soap opera? Not bloody well likely! A blonde, high-heel wearing, very obviously preppy girl had instantly argued with the guy that had attempted to help and charm Grace not just a minute ago. She bit her lip. Now that's probably the queen bee of the school. No joke,' she deduced.

The girl definitely wasn't someone whose bad side Grace wanted to be on, or any side at all. Unless she had some sort of in with the cheerleaders, then Grace figured maybe she could explain that this was all a big misunderstanding - that she didn't even know who that guy was, let alone knowledge of anyone in the entire student body population in general. And the guy's help was definitely unsolicited.

"No, it's not worth it," she then whispered, looking away and shaking her head. As the supposed ex-couple's public trifle was going on in front of her, Grace clutched her binder to her chest and started to take a step away until the male's attention was back on her, only for a brief moment. But what she heard so far was incredibly boorish! Raising an eyebrow, she only looked up at him with wary eyes. 'Four girlfriends, huh? Maybe you're not so smooth after all,' she wanted to say, but he'd already started walking away.

And her attention then went back to the blonde, who apparently, was a couple of inches taller than him. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, turning to walk away in the opposite direction away from "Mr. EMT". "Seriously...is this what a normal high school is like?"

Billie's mind wandered in class. The new woman was embedded in his brain and he just couldn't escape from her world. She was intoxicating and all around gorgeous. Even though he was in one of his favorite classes, Billie's mind just couldn't wrap around her sheer beauty. She was not only breathtakingly gorgeous, but her aura was just as sexy.

When his name was called, Billie's mind snapped back to reality. However, it was a few seconds too late. "Grace."

The room fell silent as all eyes moved onto him. The teacher spoke with a bit of confusion in his voice. "Grace? Who's Grace? Last time I checked, we were in Calculus not Chorus or History. Mr. Walker, are you feeling okay?"

Nodding his head, Billie rose and left the room. As he weaved his way past a few of the hall monitors with his slip that said he was off to the nurse's office, the male noticed Grace was still floating about the halls. "Are you... lost?" A small grin appeared on his face. "You know, you're quite the trouble maker."

She had found her way to Biology class easily enough, yet during that timespan, found that she had to go to the lavatory. The class was fairly large, and primarily a lecture. However, it bored her to tears near instantly. "Genotypes, phenotypes, biological squares or whatever they’re called…How am I going to catch up with the rest of the class in time for the next test?" she asked herself. The assignment seemed easy enough, though. It was to draw oneself, with a possible mate, and a child, with their combined genetics.

"I can’t draw guys for crap," she realized, shaking her head while washing her hands. Besides that, she didn’t know any of the guys in school. So who would Grace pair herself with? She figured she would have to think like the main character of one of the TV shows she watched, logically thinking how to go about with this project. "Ideally, what do I want in a guy?" She dried her hands with paper towels. Not the most ecologically-friendly, but the hand dryer was pitifully out of service. Walking outside, she continued on with her analysis, not quite paying attention to anything around her. "Generally intelligent, well-muscled, alpha male. Not a jerk, but a protector of some sort. He’d also be attractive, with dark hair, dark eyes. Preferably taller than myself. It’d be weird to marry a short guy." Grace frowned at this. She didn’t want to have to be forced to do an assignment she wasn’t going to involve some sort of female “in-a-fantasy-world-I’d-marry-this-celebrity” kind of thing.

Her thoughts on her assignment quickly vanished as she looked up, hearing a familiar voice. ’It’s that guy from before,’ she realized. "Lost? Me? Um, a little bit, I guess," Grace hastily replied, playing with her fingers. "What do you mean I’m a troublemaker? I don’t think I’ve done anything to warrant getting detained. It was just a bathroom pass." Grace blinked. This guy was already getting up in her business, and all she was trying to do was get back to class. "What about you? Are you ditching?" That cocky smirk on her face was making her unnerved.

Tapping her pen against her desk, while looking at the teacher. Kiana sits in her geometry class, which was the only class the she was barely passing. Passing back tonight's homework, she glances at one of her friends. She was on her phone, and she knew that Mr. Anderson had a strict rule about phones. Sighing softly she watches Mr. Anderson with her eyes so she wouldn't get in trouble. Turning around from the board, he looks across the classroom. "Now can anyone answer this problem?" he says tapping the board with the dry erase marker.

Glancing at the board, Kiana's eyes looks across the board and she solves the problem in her head. Her teachers and parents are always telling her that she's really smart but she doesn't want to use it. Slowly she raises her head and all eyes were on her "Yes Ms. Long?" Mr. Anderson says looking at her "The answer is the 5th power of square" she says softly still tapping her pen. "Very nice Ms. Long" he says with a smile working out the problem. "Maybe all of yall should get some tutoring from Kiana here" that just made her blush and she sinks down into her seat. Glancing at her watch she notices that there was only 30 minutes left in class. She sighed with happiness and noticed that Mr. Anderson was done with the lesson. That means she has 30 minutes to do her homework.