SAA/WNA/TB Misc Thread

[SotaForgotten]

After making the post, he set his phone down and turned on his tv and game system. Putting on his headset he began to play with some online friends. Every so often he would glance at his phone, hoping for a like on the post from his girl or even a message from her. Each time he checked, he felt his heart ache. He let out a long sigh before giving his game his full attention. He was two rounds into the game when his phone lit up, showing a message.

Three hours had gone by before he finally got off the game. Setting the controller down before removing his headset, he leaned back and stretched his arms above his head while yawning. “Man. That last round was insane.” He mumbled to himself before picking up his phone. His phone lit up and he noticed the notification. Without even looking at who it was from, he opened it without a thought.

James, can you meet me at my parents house? It’s -

He looked at the sender of the message. Fleur. “When did she-?” He looked at when she sent him the message… 3 hours ago. “F-ck!” He jumped out of his bed and quickly got himself ready. Got his shoes on and left his dorm room. Making his way over to the address she had provided him.

He practically had run the whole way over to the address. Standing on the sidewalk in the far corner of their property line, he stood there, catching his breath. After James had caught his breath, he straighten himself up and walked along the pavement, making his way up to the doorway of Fleur’s home.

Standing before the door, he hesitated for a second. This would be his first meeting with her parents… Well… There was no going back.. He raised his hand and knocked on the door before taking a step back. He rubbed the back of his neck while he waited. He thought about how he should have just texted her that he was there, but it was already too late.

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Fleur - @Kbail

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Gossip Blog: The Kyle Hendricks Scandal – Love Triangle Drama Unfolds at West Nottingham

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The latest buzz sweeping through both Academy’s centers around student Kyle Hendricks, whose recent Instagram post has set tongues wagging across campus. The series of pictures hinted that she had a steamy hookup with another student whose name begins with the letter “T”—an encounter that supposedly went down on the same night as the notorious dual hotel parties that rocked the social scene last weekend.

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Almost immediately, whispers began circulating in hushed hallway conversations, with speculation narrowing in on Tucker, a popular student at West Nottingham. Sources close to the situation claim Tucker was seen leaving one of the parties around the same time Kyle did, fueling the rumor mill even further.

But here’s where things get juicier—Kyle’s own cheerleading squad, speaking under strict anonymity, have thrown even more fuel on the fire. members have openly speculated that Kyle has been “playing the field” between Tucker and Cane Stonewell, a junior at St. Andrew’s Academy.

“She’s always jumping between them,” one cheerleader confided. “Last month, she was all over Cane at the literature club, and now suddenly she’s with Tucker? It’s hard to keep up, honestly.” Another went even further, bluntly calling her “a slut who can’t make up her mind.”

The Big Question: Who is the mystery “T” in question—Tucker, or someone else entirely?

In an attempt to get answers, we reached out to Cane Stonewell via Instagram DM with a series of carefully worded questions about his rumored involvement with Kyle. However, the St. Andrew’s standout has flat-out refused to comment, leaving us (and the entire school) wondering: What exactly is he hiding?

One thing’s for sure—this scandal is far from over, and we’ll be keeping a close eye on any new developments. Stay tuned for updates!

(Got a tip? An anonymous DM is just a click away…)

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@Kate - Tucker Mentioned

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[Tiina]

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They came down the stairs together. Sadie was acutely aware of it—the way the house seemed quieter now, the way every step felt observed even before they reached the bottom. Lav’s hand was warm in hers, steady, and she didn’t let go. If anything, she laced her fingers through his a little more firmly as they crossed into the dining room.

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They’d barely finished pulling out their chairs when Sadie’s mom seemed to realize something “Oh—” she said, turning fully toward Lav, her hostess instincts finally clicking in like usual. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m Sadie’s mother, Vanessa.” She offered a hand, earnest now. “And you are…?”

Before Lav could even finish answering, Sadie’s dad leaned back in his chair and cut in, not unkindly but with unmistakable timing. “How long have you two been… acquainted?” All in the same breath Vanessa swat at David shoulder while Mike let out a short, awkward laugh from across the table, lifting his hands slightly. “Wow,” he said, forcing a grin. No one laughed with him.

Sadie’s mom shot him a look—not sharp, just tired—before turning her attention back to the couple, lips pressed together in a way that said, ‘this is not how I planned lunch.’

“Well,” she said, smoothing her napkin over her lap, trying again for warmth, “your father just means—we didn’t know Sadie was bringing someone…special.” Mike choked a little…

Then Mike shifted in his seat, eyes flicking to Sadie, then to Lav, then back to his plate. “Yeah,” he added lightly, though there was a tightness to it now. “Last I heard, she was bringing a friend.”

Sadie felt the moment freeze—the expectation, the curiosity, the unspoken tension pressing in from all sides. She kept her hand in Lav’s, steady, her smile polite but firm. All eyes turned to them. “So uh…”

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond | Lav | Finally got it out

[Kbail]

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West Nottingham Cheer Coach

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Nora Dalloway looked at her attendance sheet in the gym office. Unfortunately, Blaire Westborough was still healing from getting shot which meant that there would be no cheer captain. There would have to be a new one. “I don’t know, I think I’m just going to select a new one today. I’m going to have the girls audition and then I’ll pick at the end of the day.” She shrugged and sighed. She was talking to her best friend Gianna Griffin on the desk phone. Gianna was the volleyball coach of West Nottingham, and they have been friends for a long time due to their families being close. Nora thought about how she couldn’t let the St Andrews cheer team win against hers because of an unfortunate accident that happened to Blaire. The cheer captain of St Andrews was Emma Jane. She was just as skilled as Blaire, but now Nora didn’t want this accident to make her team lose in the next competition.

She definitely didn’t want to lose against the St Andrews cheer coach Emma Charterlou.

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Nora let the girls audition for cheer captain and Serafina Amherst ended up winning. She wasn’t as skilled as Blaire but with enough training, it could work.

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[Kbail]

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St Andrews Cheer Coach

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Emma sat in her gym office, sipping a cup of coffee and smiling at the sun outside of the window. It was around 1PM and Emma was relaxing from the hard training she had to do for the 11th - 9th grade cheer team. For some reason, she pushed herself too hard today and almost threw her back out. She was getting older now, and that meant she wasn’t as flexible or nimble like her students - something Nora never stopped to remind her about whenever they got into their argument. Nora was the cheer coach of West Nottingham Academy and Emma couldn’t help but laugh to herself at the gossip that found its way around the teachers lounge. She wasn’t laughing at Blaire, the cheer captain, getting shot and not being able to cheer for a while.

…It was the fact that Nora had to find a new cheer captain for the 11th - 12 graders, and everyone knew that was the professional team because the students are older. It just seemed to perfect. Emma figured she would definitely win in the next competition, but then again there were new students who auditioned for the teams so really it was up in the air.

Emma was still counting on her cheer captain Emma Jane to get the job done, so she didn’t need to worry about new auditions. If Emma somehow couldn’t make it, she had Cecilia who was a close second.

But she didn’t want to rejoyce in the gossip. She wanted to remain positive.

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“Did you hear what Mimi said to me? She called me fat! I don’t know what’s gotten into these students but I think we need to have a schoolwide parent - teacher conference.”

“I did hear that and I don’t endorse it.” Emma responded, shaking her head. She was talking the the Volleyball coach, Elise. Elise had walked into the gym while she was training the team, and that’s when it happened. Elise was just trying to give her advice, but Mimi seemed to be having a bad day.

“I mean, I was just trying to help her! You know, with one of the dance moves but I guess she got offended by my critique.”

“They’re kids Elise. Kids always say off the wall stuff. Mimi has a strong personality. Don’t take it personally.”

Emma got up and took her coffee cup off the desk and threw it in the trash.“Besides, I’m feeling very happy today and I’m going to make sure my girls win the next competition!”

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@ChayChay05 - Cecilia Mentioned

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St Andrews Volleyball Coach

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Elise left Emma’s office and sat in the teachers lounge room. Her next round of Volleyball class was going to start soon and she needed a break. She noticed that Michelle Brunswick, the St Andrews math teacher, was sitting at the table. “Hey, did you know that Mimi called me fat today? What is up with these students?”

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To be continued

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[Kbail]

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St Andrews Math Teacher

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Michelle let out a sigh and leaned her elbow on the brown table in the teachers lounge. She took a sip of the black coffee in front of her, the smell calming her nerves. When she leaned her elbow on the table, she let out a yelp because it hit her funny bone. Then she looked up and saw that Mr Mark, the English teacher, was also in the lounge. She did a sarcastic, awkward smile and head nod, and Mark looked at her with a small, awkward smile and walked out of the room. Now she was completely alone just like she wanted.

…That was until Elise, the volleyball coach, came into the lounge.

Michelle was sort of frenemies with Elise. They were completely opposite but for some reason they always found themselves talking to each other.

Now Elise was complaining about a student calling her fat.

“Elise, that’s really nothing. I had to deal with Piper, Ian relationship gossip during class. Veronique was sitting in the front row and talking to her friends about it. To make matters worse, Magnolia came in the next class and started talking about it too. I don’t know what’s going on with these rumors and blogs but teen pregnancy isn’t okay. I was just soooo annoyed today, I really just wanted to go home. So save the complaining Elise?” She put her hand up in front of Elise and took another sip of her coffee.

“That’s quite rude of you. I think its more impolite that some students are calling teachers names. It’s bad etiquette.”

Michelle just rolled her eyes and went onto another topic. “And then there’s the rumors about a student liking the teacher Ana. I think it’s Landon? What I’m really interested in is the rumors about Alex Lockhart liking her too, and he teaches at West Nottingham so what’s the deal with that? I honestly don’t know what’s going on around here but people need to get it together. If Ana is the reason these rumors have started she needs to grow up. Maybe that’s why this is going on.” Deep down, Michelle felt jealous that Ana was getting attention from one of the Lockhart’s because she thought all of them were hot. Everyone did.

“Well I don’t know. Maybe she should figure out why these rumors are happening if she is dating Joy? Joy is a good friend of mine so I don’t want to see her hurt! You know?”

Maybe it’s the short skirts she wears, Ha. Especially if she is wearing them around her daughters boyfriend, of course he’s gonna look. I don’t see why there needs to be rumors spread about the kid though."

“Right. Or maybe you’re a prude?”

“HA! Nice try. I just know how to be professional.” She said, taking a sip of coffee.

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@ChayChay05 - Piper/Joy Mentioned
@Kate - Ana Mentioned
@SotaForgotten - Ian Mentioned

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[Kbail]

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West Nottingham theatre teacher

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With Rupert (The St Andrews theatre teacher/club leader)

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At the end of the school day, Levon walked into the St Andrews theatre, his boots clicking against the floor and echoing throughout the space. The theatre wasn’t as large as West Nottingham’s, but it definitely did the job. It was clean and usable…and that was enough. He saw Rupert looking through some papers that were placed on a table in the middle of the stage. At the sound of his boot hitting the wooden floorboards, Rupert jumped and looked behind himself. “Jesus Levon, you scared the biscuits out of me.”

Levon chuckled. It was a chuckle that was riddled in some mischief and satisfaction. Despite himself, Seeing his orange curly fro shake from being scared made Levon want to laugh harder, but instead he cleared his throat. “Well, I’m sorry for scaring you. Maybe it’s because you’re in this large theater all on your own.” Levon said, gesturing to the large space before them. “Why aren’t you looking through these papers in your office?” He leaned over the desk and peered closer. Upon further inspection, he noticed that it was the script for the play that was supposed to be performed in one day, but it has been delayed after the tragedy that happened to Blaire Westborough. Before Levon could even move away from his own volition, Rupert took the papers away and stuffed them in his bag. “Yes, I was being sentimental in this moment, knowing that the play I - we’ve been working on has gotten delayed. It truly is a tragedy. So excuse me for wanting to be in the theater alone to reflect on everything.” Levon noticed Rupert’s bitter tone. He put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, hey. Calm down. I am not critiquing you but instead of moping around we have to figure out who is going to take the leading role that was meant for Blaire. You didn’t choose an understudy yet, did you?”

“No I did not Levon, because I truly thought Blaire was the best pick and we wouldn’t need an understudy. Well I guess I’m a fool then in your eyes Levon.” He gripped his black bag tighter and turned to walk away. “Rupert, I specifically gave you instructions to pick an understudy. Do I have to do everything?” Levon truly wondered if he should have been the theatre club leader for both schools instead of Rupert, but he held off on saying that. Biting his tongue wasn’t easy sometimes.

“Let’s look on the small bright side we have. We have the rest of this week to get this play done, and during this week we have to pick a new lead actress. We can’t waist time fooling around here. I know at St Andrews you all are very lax with time constraints, but please work with me here.”

“Look, Levon. I don’t need your critiques right now. Do you think I can’t do the job myself?” He said, laughing and spreading his arms out. “I am more than capable of choosing an understudy. So please, save it. I will do this on my own.” When he began to walk away again, Levon grabbed his arm. “Rupert, stop. Stop doing the whole ‘I’m going to walk out of the door and never see you again’ act. We are not in a play right now. We need to work together to clean up this mess. Got it?” Rupert nodded his head, but Levon could tell he was just going along with it. That was fine with Levon, as long as they got everything done. “Now let’s untwist our panties from their knots and discuss this, shall we?”

At the end of brainstorming in Rupert’s office, they came to the conclusion that Sylvia would be the new lead actress.

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Title: Piper Baby Gate: Did Austen father Piper’s Baby? The Truth Behind the St. Andrews Campus Scandal

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St. Andrews Academy has long been known for its picturesque landscapes and vibrant student life. But recently, the serene campus has been rocked by a rumor so explosive, it’s dominating conversations from the library steps to the late-night café chatter: the claim that Austen Cromwell, is the secret father of Piper Hartwell’s alleged baby.

According to an exclusive account from Magnolia Conway, a senior cheerleader and trusted confidante of many students, the rumor was first started by Serafina Amherst during a conversation she was having with her friend Darlene Sylvester among the cheerleaders.

“It started off almost as a joke,” Magnolia revealed. “Serafina and Darlene were talking about why Austen suddenly got involved in that heated argument Piper had with Ian and Albert at Leo’s hotel party. You remember—Piper was visibly upset, and Austen stepped in, almost like he had somethin’ personal at stake. Serafina basically said, ‘What if he’s the real father?’ and Darlene laughed it off. But then they kept going on and on. Before we knew it, the rumor was everywhere.”

Those parties, now infamous among student circles for the Blaire shooting and Alexander arrest, took place after the first Piper pregnancy rumor started. Now, this new twist has reignited the scandal with even greater intensity.

When we approached Austen Cromwell—the figure now at the heart of this scandal—he opted out of a full interview. Nonetheless, we were able to speak with him for a brief five‑minute exchange in the quiet of the library’s third‑floor reading lounge. His tone was unmistakably defensive, his eyes flitting between the pages he was reading and the hallway where fellow students gathered.

“Listen, I’m not going to sit down and let some gossip mill spin this nonsense any longer,” Austen said, his voice low but edged with frustration. “I have nothing to hide, and I have no child with Piper. If anyone wants proof, I’m happy to provide it—there’s no point in letting speculation run rampant when it’s clearly false.”

He declined to discuss the details of his relationship with Piper—whether they were close friends, acquaintances, or something more—citing a desire to keep his personal life private. Importantly, Austen did not confirm or deny the nature of his relationship with Piper beyond the paternity claim. He gave no comment on Ian or Albert’s involvement, nor on the role of Serafina and Darlene in the rumor’s genesis.

Meanwhile, Piper herself has not spoken publicly about the latest rumors. She’s been seen on campus often accompanied by close friends, but has made no comment about Austen’s alleged involvement. Ian and Albert, the original subjects of the paternity rumors, have also remained silent, though sources say both are “furious” that their names continue to be dragged through the mud.

Piper has already been in hot water for the rumor about one of the students Ian and Albert possibly being the father. This also raises the question of promiscuity in the schools West Nottingham and St Andrews. Now there’s Austen, a male student at St Andrews. Historically, rumors about teen pregnancy have disproportionately impacted the girl’s reputation and social standing. Austen’s swift, emotionally charged denial may reflect an awareness that this is the same for many boys.

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Institutional Response

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The administration’s current stance—a generic reminder about respectful conduct—shows that no official investigation has been announced, and the counselors of both schools have not indicated any plan to mediate between the involved parties.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter whose baby it is. We need to respect Piper’s privacy. She’s already dealing with enough stress.” – Allison Waldorf, St Andrews Science teacher

“It’s just classic drama. Someone started it, and now we’ve got a whole saga. Now watch how many memes come out about it. Poor girl.” – Rupert Kingsley, St Andrews theatre teacher and club owner

“All we can do is support Piper. At the end of the day, this is a young girl’s life we are talking about here. So I advise students to be thoughtful and respectful as she is going through this harsh time.” - Emma Charterlou, St Andrews Cheer coach.

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These reactions reveal a split: some students prioritize protecting the individuals involved, while others treat the rumor as entertainment.

Takeaways for the Reader:

1.. Treat Unverified Claims with Skepticism– Until there is concrete evidence, rumors remain exactly that—rumors.
2..Respect Privacy– Whether or not Piper is pregnant, her body and personal life are her own. Public speculation can be harmful.
3… Final Thoughts: What Do We Think?

Drop your thoughts in the comments below. But remember—rumors may travel fast, but the truth deserves to be treated with care.

—The St. Andrews Bloggers xo

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@ChayChay05 @SotaForgotten

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The West Nottingham Nightmare: A Shot Fired, and the Web of Rumors That Followed

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The air in West Nottingham Academy has been thick with a chilling blend of shock and speculation ever since that fateful night. What began as two seemingly ordinary hotel parties hosted by students Leo and Jax, descended into a scene of unspeakable horror when Blaire Westborough was shot, and fellow student Alexander was arrested on the spot.

The immediate aftermath was pure chaos – flashing lights, sirens, and the terrified whispers of teenagers trying to make sense of the unimaginable. But as the initial shock began to settle, a different kind of storm started brewing: a relentless torrent of rumors, each more sensational than the last, tearing through the school hallways and social media feeds like wildfire.

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The Original Whisper: A Love Triangle Gone Wrong?

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The very first theory to emerge, according to an anonymous source claiming to be close to the situation, was spread by none other than West Nottingham cheerleader Darlene Sylvester. Her version painted a grim picture of a love triangle involving Blaire, her boyfriend Booker, and another student, Elias.

The rumor alleged that Elias, consumed by jealousy, had ordered Alexander to shoot Blaire during the party. What made this even more chilling was the claim that Elias’s heated argument with Alexander earlier in the evening was not a genuine dispute, but a calculated act, a diversion meant to set the stage for the planned attack. The idea was that the argument would provide cover or context for the violence that was to follow.

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Serafina’s Theories: A Shifting Target and a New Motive

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However, Darlene’s initial narrative soon began to morph, with fellow cheerleader Serafina Amherst stepping into the spotlight with her own unsettling additions and revisions. Serafina’s theories, which quickly gained traction, started by tweaking the first rumor.

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Serafina’s Theory 1 (Revision of Darlene’s):

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This version maintained the love triangle element, but shifted the target. Serafina suggested that Elias’s jealousy wasn’t just about Booker, but perhaps about Blaire’s affections for either Booker or even Alexander himself. In this updated narrative, Elias, still fueled by this intense jealousy, ordered Alexander to shoot Blaire. Crucially, Serafina insisted that the public argument between Elias and Booker, which everyone had witnessed, was still an act, a sophisticated ruse to conceal the true, sinister motive and target.

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Serafina’s Theory 2 (A Completely New Conspiracy):

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Then came Serafina’s most explosive theory yet, detaching itself entirely from the love triangle narrative. This one implicated an entirely different instigator: Wren, the fiancée of popular student Luke. According to Serafina, Wren was furious that Blaire had been cast as the lead in the upcoming school play, particularly because it meant Blaire would have to share an on-stage kiss with Luke. The rumor suggested that Wren, desperate to prevent this, ordered Alexander to shoot Blaire, not to kill her, but perhaps to injure her severely enough to remove her from the play – a desperate act of theatrical sabotage with terrifying real-world consequences.

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The School’s Reaction: Uncertainty and Concern

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The constant churn of these elaborate and contradictory stories has thrown West Nottingham Academy into a state of profound unease. Teachers, usually focused on curriculum and student well-being, have found themselves in an unprecedented position. Many have commented on the rumors, expressing deep concern over the speculation and the potential for emotional harm it’s causing. Some have tried to quell the gossip, emphasizing the importance of waiting for official information from law enforcement. Others have voiced frustration at how quickly such serious accusations can spread unchecked, especially among a student body grappling with trauma.

As West Nottingham searches for answers, one thing is clear: the night of Leo and Jax’s parties has left an indelible scar, not just from the violence itself, but from the swirling vortex of rumors that continue to haunt its aftermath. With Alexander arrested and Blaire’s condition uncertain, the community desperately hopes that truth, not conjecture, will ultimately prevail. Until then, the whispers continue, each new theory adding another layer to the tragic mystery that has gripped our school.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond @ChayChay05

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West Nottingham Academy Buzz: A Crush Heard ‘Round the Halls

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Here at West Nottingham, we’re no strangers to drama. There’s always a new rumor swirling by the lockers, a fresh piece of gossip exchanged in the cafeteria. But the story that landed in our inbox this week is one for the yearbooks. It involves one of our most promising students, a notoriously intimidating teacher, and a confession that has the whole school talking.

The subject of our story is Isaiah Fadel. The object of his alleged affection? None other than Ms. Herrera Ruiz, the History and literature teacher whose sharp intellect and equally sharp gaze have made her a figure of both respect and mild terror among the student body.

The source of this juicy tidbit initially wished to remain anonymous, sending us a cryptic message that simply read: “Ask Isaiah Fadel what he really thinks about Herrera Ruiz’s lectures. He takes… very detailed notes.” The implication was clear.

But then, something unexpected happened. Our anonymous tipster had a change of heart.

He revealed himself to be none other than Hyun-Jae, Isaiah’s close friend. When we sat down with him in a quiet corner of the library (away from prying ears), he explained his motives.

“Look, at first I thought it would be hilarious if it got out,” Hyun-Jae admitted, looking a little sheepish but resolute. “I mean, Isaiah’s this super confident guy, and seeing him get all flustered when she asks him a question is just… funny. But then I thought about it. Hiding behind a screen name is a coward’s move. If I’m going to put this out there, I have to own it. He’s my boy, and even if he kills me for this, I’m not going to be a ghost about it. So…”

According to Hyun-Jae, the crush isn’t a malicious obsession but a “weird, intense admiration” that began a few months ago. “He’s always the first one in class and the last one out. He volunteers for every extra credit project she offers. I once caught him re-organizing his notes for her class because he said ‘the color coding wasn’t meticulous enough.’ Like dude, it’s history, not a graphic design portfolio.”

Hyun-Jae described a specific incident that sealed his suspicion. “We were at lunch and Ms. Ruiz walked into the restaurant with what looked like a date. Isaiah went completely silent for like, twenty minutes. He just stared at his fries. I nudged him and joked, ‘You good, man? You look like you just lost your dog.’ He just shook his head and said, ‘Nah, it’s nothing.’ But it was definitely something.”

Naturally, this revelation sends our curiosity spiraling in another, even more dramatic direction: what does Ava think?

Ava, Isaiah’s girlfriend, is a force in her own right. A straight-A student in photography, she and Isaiah have been the school’s unofficial couple—but a picture of perfect, power-couple harmony. Even though there have been pregnancy rumors regarding Ava, they seem to be rock solid and haven’t commented on the rumors.

This rumor threatens to crack that very foundation. Is this just a harmless schoolboy crush, the kind born from admiration for a brilliant and charismatic educator? Or is it something more that could jeopardize his relationship? We have to wonder how this news will land with Ava. Will she laugh it off as her boyfriend’s nerdy, academic quirk? Or will she see it as a betrayal of their intimacy?

As for Ms. Herrera Ruiz? She is, as always, the picture of professional impenetrability. When asked if she had any comment on the rumors, she offered a slight, wry smile and said, “My only concern with any student is the quality of their thesis statements on the upcoming exam on the Fall of the Roman Empire. So please stop asking me these stupid questions…”

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So, the halls of Jefferson High are abuzz. A friendship is tested, a relationship hangs in the balance, and a teacher remains as unreadable as a primary source document in ancient Greek. This story is still developing, and you can be sure The Buzz will be following every chapter.

What do you think? Is a crush on a teacher a harmless rite of passage or a serious line crossed? Sound off in the comments below. (Remember to be respectful!)

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@ChayChay05

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Scandal at West Nottingham Academy: Fleur Normandy’s STD rumor Rocks the School Amidst Teen Pregnancy Rumors

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The hallways of West Nottingham are buzzing with more than just the usual pre-exam anxiety. A storm of rumor, betrayal, and teenage drama has erupted, and at the center of it all is junior Fleur Normandy. What started as whispers about a wild night at a local club has now escalated into a full-blown health scandal that has everyone questioning their loyalties and their choices.

The fire was initially fueled by tales of a notorious threesome at the infamous Club Vortex. The story, which spread through the student body like wildfire, alleged that Fleur was involved with two other students: the enigmatic boy named Tatum and a girl named Allie. While the details were hazy, the rumor alone was enough to tarnish Fleur’s reputation.

But the gossip has taken a much darker and more serious turn. A new, and far more damaging, claim is now making the rounds: Fleur Normandy has contracted a sexually transmitted disease, and the alleged source is none other than Tatum —who is also rumored to be the father of her unborn child.

This shocking development has sent a ripple of panic through the school, particularly because it coincides with a noticeable spike in rumored teen pregnancies. It seems you can’t walk from the cafeteria to the lockers without hearing another hushed conversation about who might be next. Fleur’s situation has become the prime example, a cautionary tale playing out in real time.

The personal drama only deepens the intrigue. Fleur is—or was—publicly dating James. The couple was once considered one of West Nottingham’s solid fixtures. Now, everyone is watching their every interaction, searching for a sign. Is James standing by her? Or is their relationship on the rocks, fractured by betrayal and a devastating health diagnosis? The couple has been seen together less and less, and their silence is speaking volumes.

Fleur herself has maintained a stone-cold silence, navigating the school halls with her head down, refusing to comment on the threesome, the pregnancy, the STD, or the state of her relationship. Her refusal to engage has only made the rumor mill churn faster.

However, an anonymous source close to the situation has shed some light on who might be fanning the flames. According to this insider, the entire devastating rumor about the STD was single-handedly started by Darlene Sylvester. The motive? Apparently, Darlene claims that Fleur was giving her “weird looks” in the hallway and pointedly avoiding her. Darlene’s explanation for this perceived slight? She believes Fleur is jealous because Darlene was recently seen having a cozy, lengthy conversation with James.

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If true, it means a school-wide scandal, implicating a teen’s most private health information, was launched because of a simple misunderstanding in a hallway and a conversation with a boyfriend. It’s a stark reminder of how high the stakes are in the brutal social landscape of high school, where a whisper can become a shout that destroys reputations and lives.

As for Fleur, Tatum, and James, the truth remains behind closed doors. But in the court of public opinion at West Nottingham, the verdict is already in, and the sentence is a relentless wave of gossip and judgment.

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@Kate @SotaForgotten

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

If anything happened to you

It was a few days since classes started in St. Andrews and Booker was heartbroken and was looking rough. In the first few days his attempts to fall asleep were often interrupted by crying after Blaire, and when he did manage to fall asleep it was shallow. Each night he’d get in average about 5 hours of sleep, not counting the frequent times he’d wake up in the middle of the night when it would take him about half an hour to go back to sleep.
Then something changed. Something he knew was coming and he dreaded. His step-brother became his roomate. Not only would he have to stifle his crying at night if he got a roomate, but he didn’t want to let his step-brother in. He didn’t want to show him his vulnerable side nor his miserable state. He didn’t trust Drew, mostly because he really didn’t trust Drew’s father and never liked him to begin with.
He then had to endure a week of feeling all the heartbreak and the turmoil inside him, while not letting anybody, especially Drew, know that something is wrong. At the end of the first week of school, on a friday, Drew was already fast asleep while Booker was on his phone, doom scrolling until he could fall asleep. He was already exhausted and wasn’t getting enough sleep, but just lying there waiting for the sleep that might not come again would fill him with dread, his stomach with knots and his head with thoughts of her.
While on his phone, Booker saw the screen of a phone call before the sound had gone off. In order to not wake Drew up with his phone call, he declined the phone call before it could make a sound, but rose up immediately. He put on his dressing gown and left the room i such a rush that he didn’t have the time to tie it dow, but he managed to do it quietly enough not to wake his brother.
He immediately called the person whose phone call he just declined back.
“Hello? Who is this?” He asked in a hushed tone trying not to wake anybody up.
When the person on the phone answered he was Blaire’s father and asked why he declined the phone call, Booker was shocked.
“Sorry sir, I didn’t want to wake up my roomate so I declined and phoned back when I was alone.” His voice was silent but still shaky. He felt anxious talking to her father after what happened, not knowing what Blaire told him. He thought maybe she told him some lie about the way they broke up leading her father to try harrasing him through phone calls. That was his brain poisoned on Reddit stories about break ups and how vile some people tend to be. That idea, turned to dust when he realized how long Mr. Westborough had been and how silent and sad he sounded over the phone. He immediately felt as if something was wrong and there was some negative energy there and it wasn’t Mr. Westborough not liking him but something else … Something Booker dreaded thinking about.
Slowly pacing up and down the hallway he asked with tears welling up in his eyes “What’s wrong?”. As soon as that question was answered and Booker learned that Blaire was shot! with a g*n! he immediately dropped his phone in the hallways and made a Booker shaped hole in the wall of his dorm room. He started packing frantically.
His open luggage displayed a mountain of clothing frantically thrown in there with neither care nor thoght for which clothing he might need. He opened the top drawer of his dresses to take out his wallet. He had forgotten that he’s been carrying some clothing in his hand and dropped it while grabbing the wallet. Bending down to pick it up, he remebered he needed something from the bottom drawer as well. In his frantic state, after picking up what he needed from the bottom drawer, he frogot about the top drawer and bumped his head against it. He cursed, but didn’t let it stop him and he immediately went back to it.
In his attempt to pack up, he put his shirt on wrong once, tripped over the piece of clothing on the floor and got a gut punch by the still open top drawer, twice he almost tripped over the same pice of clothing and once he acidentally jammed the toothpaste tube into his mouth instead of the toothbrush.
As he walked out looking like a mess, he noticed Drew was up and looking around in a state of disbelief. Since he was abruptly woken from his sleep by a load of noise and curses, he didn’t know where he was or anything and probably didn’t know he wasn’t dreaming.
Booker was thinking of anything but what Drew will think so he nonchalantly said “You’re dreaming Drew. Close your eyes and go back to sleep.” That made no sense, but neither dwelled on it because both were either too tired or too worried to realize or both.
In the still of the night, no sound could be heard, not even birds. Booker felt disturbed by how calm it was outside and felt as if it took that darn cab forever when in reality it was only a few minutes after he was supposed to arrive. While waiting for his ride he straightened his clothing and hair which he basically threw on himself. He also checked if he had everything important with him. His luggage was mostly filled with things he didn’t need ruffled up in there, but he had the most important things with him, including documents, money, phone and charger. He would’ve taken his bike and high tailed it to her bedside, but he felt unfit emotionally to drive and the idea of him dying in a motorbyke accident flashed before his mind. He knew he would die young for a little time, and he started to accept it, but he didn’t like the idea of dying tonight, in a motorbyke accident. Not because of the idea of dying itself, it did bother him, but … not as much as the idea of dying before he could see Blaire again. That is why he was rushing with everything, not wanting to miss her, to never be able to say goodbye to her. Even though he still thought she cheated on him and moved on with this new guy, he wanted to see her again, alive and well, before either of them died. He didn’t mind the sky high price of the cab compared to other modes of transportation because he would’ve paid any price to be able to see her now, and get there safely and as soon as possible.
During the drive he put on his headphones and listened to some Al Bowlly and Ink Spots. Mostly the 1930s big band songs you’d hear distorted in some horror movie, like the Shining. It felt like a horror movie to him anyways so it felt fitting. He had to apologize to the driver multiple times as he couldn’t stop sobbing. A little over an hours later he was there, ready to go see her even if in an unresponsive state. Blaire’s father forgot to mention to the hospital staff that Booker would be visiting so he wasn’t allowed visitation until the morning when visiting hours would start. He could’ve used that time to catch up on sleep or to eat something propperly, but he anxiety ridden and couldn’t do any of that.
In the morning, he was wide awake, and had only slept in the uncomfortable chair for about two hours total. Straight on the dot of 8am he was called into the room and set his eyes on her.
She lied there, pale, unresponsive. She looked almost dead had it not been for constant panging of the instruments making him aware her heart still beats and her breath still fills her lungs. The way she looked though, was still to rough for him to accept, he couldn’t deal with seeing her like this, possibly on death’s doorstep. He cried out with a single, short sound, like a frog as he felt as if somebody knocked the wind out of him and everything suddenly caught up to him as he fainted and fell to the floor. His pulse was weak, he had barely any sleep for days, he had a poor diet leading up to this and he was now functioning on 2 hours of sleep in the last 26 hours. It was no surprise he fainted at the sight of her like that.

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Waking up 12 hours later he realized her father, who called him, wasn’t aware nor made aware Booker was there when Blaire was moved back home. He was force fed some basic soup and water and electrolytes through an IV. One of the nurses noticed he visibly gulped and made a face every time he swalled a spoonful of soup or a drink of water. She prodded him into telling her that he had a throatache for a while and felt sick but he ascribed it to anxiety and crying making him feel nausea and tears making his throat dehydrated and hurt. She convinced him to get checked up by the doctor telling him he’s mostly likely getting sick and that his pulse was too weak for her liking after just having an electrolytes IV and some food his pulse should’ve been better by now.
Booker called Mr. Westborough back and told him everything, how he visited her late at night when they were already gone, how he fainted at the sight and how he was there still and how he’s getting down with some disease. They agreed it would be best that he didn’t visit until he got better and that when Blaire would wake up she would be told Booker visited. Booker was happy with that and patiently waited until he was seen by a doctor. Right as Blaire is waking up, Booker is being diagnozed with [redacted]. He was shocked. He knew a cancer diagnosis was in his future but he didn’t expect to hear it so soon.
One kick after another, beated down like a dog, he bought flowers for Blaire before coming to visit and picturing them as his funeral arrangements not far from now. He was called immediately after Blaire woke up by her father, and he left pretty much that very second, placing him at her door step a mere 20 minutes after the diagnosis.

@Kbail - Blaire (I completely forgot her dad’s name and don’t know where to find it haha)
@Bexs - Drew mentioned

[Kbail]

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Blaire managed to get her strength up enough to grab her diary and pen from her drawer. She laid down on her stomach and started writing everything down. Everything from the rumors she saw on the blogs. From theories about how she got shot. All of the drama she saw on people’s social media posts. The fact that Sylvia was taking her place in the play aside Luke. The fact that Serafina was taking her place as cheer captain. There was so much to think about. She filled about six pages up.

Something had changed inside of her after that night. She knew that she wasn’t the same. Nothing seemed to matter to her yet everything did at the same time. She didn’t care about stupid things like blogs and rumors but there was a deep sadness in her heart. Her attention was called to the door when she heard three knocks on it. Blaire struggled to get out of bed. She closed the diary and walked over to door and opened it. There stood Booker. In the flesh.

Blaire felt like the wind was knocked out of her chest, and it was worse because she already had a hard time taking in large breaths. Blaire didn’t say anything, she just turned around and walked towards her bed. She could feel tears already welling up in her eyes. She quickly turned around. “Before you say anything, I’m so so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn’t even give you a chance to explain your condition to me and that was the last time we talked and then…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at the floor, trying to hold back tears. Seeing Booker standing there made her want to hold him tightly, but she fought it. She didn’t deserve to. She managed to speak again but her voice was raspy. “I gave you such a hard time. I didn’t even give you a chance to explain that night I saw you with my cousin Elena. Even if something happened between you guys, it doesn’t matter. I would have deserved it after how i treated you.” Blaire burst out crying and covered her eyes with her hands. Her body rocked with sobs even though it was taking everything out of her to cry.

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@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Booker
@Kate - Elena Mentioned

[Kbail]

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“Get away from here.” Fleur’s mom stood in front of James, looking him dead in the eyes. “I don’t care if you are Fleur’s boyfriend or the boy she got pregnant by. Or just another random boy. I don’t want to see you. It’s best for you to leave.”

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Meanwhile, Fleur was standing in front of her mirror and tying her corset. She was trying to feel beautiful but all of the lies felt like a filter. Her tears clouded her reflection in the mirror and her makeup was messed up. There was no use. Fleur could hear her mom talking outside. She quickly went to the window and peered out. Her mom was talking to…James? Fleur completely forgot that she even told him to come to her house. She opened the window and yelled out. “James, go away! You don’t have to be here!” To make sure that he understood, she threw one of her shoes out of the window but it ended up hitting her mom on the head.

Her mom fell on the ground, clutching her head. “AHHHHHH!!!”

“MOM!” She ran downstairs.

Her dad called the ambulance and he was close to fighting James. “If you didn’t come here you little punk, none of this would have happened!”

“Dad! He’s not the guy I got pregnant by he’s -”

“I don’t care who he is! Get off my property now!”

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The ride to the hospital was awkward but her mom ended up having a mild concussion because the shoe had a small heel. Fleur thought about how she had been skipping school the whole week since the two parties and how she would have to make up all her homework. She definitely wouldn’t be able to see James for a while after this embarrassing situation. She cried in the hallway hospital chair.

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@SotaForgotten - James

[SotaForgotten]

“Get away from here.” He hadn’t realized that the door was open and standing there, was one very upset lady. “I’m…Sorry? Fleur asked me to come over…”

“I don’t care if you are Fleur’s boyfriend or the boy she got pregnant by. Or just another random boy. I don’t want to see you. It’s best for you to leave.” He chuckled slightly. This was awkward and annoying. “I mean you don’t have to see me, just close your eyes.” His smirk slowly disappeared when he realized what she had said. “Wait… Pregnant? Fleur is pregnant?!” His eyes widen at the realization. “James, go away! You don’t have to be here!”

He looked up towards her as she threw a shoe out the window. “. . .” He was sure she meant to throw the shoe at him, though fortune must have been on his side, for the shoe had hit the woman on her head. The woman fell to the ground, clutching her head. “AHHHHHH!!!” He took a step closer, trying to see if there was anything he could do to help the old woman in any way.

Fleur stepped out of the house along with her father. The old man had gotten off of the phone and stepped closer to him. “If you didn’t come here, you little punk, none of this would have happened!” James inhaled. There was just so much that had happened and so much to take in. First off, Fleur is pregnant. Secondly her mom is on the ground, probably being dramatic, and thirdly, her father was blaming him for something completely out of his control. “Dad! He’s not the guy I got pregnant by, he’s-”
“I don’t care who he is! Get off my property now!”
James took a second to look past the old man to look at Fleur, he was hurt to have found out that she was pregnant, but even more hurt at the fact that she had been cheating on him. “. . .” He kept his eyes trained on her while he spoke. “Don’t worry sir. I don’t plan on sticking around.”

Anger boiled behind his eyes. He turned around and began walking off. Before he took a step outside of the gated fence, he turned his head to the side and spoke calmly. “Delete my number.” With that finally said, he left their property.

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He sat at an empty table, drinking a beer. The club was bursting to life with music loud enough for him to drown his hurt. He just wanted to forget even if it was a temporarily solution. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a picture and made a post online.

Post

He set his phone off to the side and picked up his beer bottle while eying the crowd. The crowd seemed to be lively while they danced and partied.

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Fleur - @Kbail

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A V A I L A B L E

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

I’ll never smile again

Booker was let into the house by the butler and brought to Blaire’s bedroom door. The butler left and Booker hesitantly knocked. Hesitant because he was afraid mostly because there was a chance it was over and she would only confirm it now, but also because he was afraid she looked as bad as she did in the hospital. He knocked expecting a maid or a nurse, or a member of the family to open the door, but when it finally opened …
“Blaire?” He whispered her name in shock, but upon seing her in such good shape and recovering so well, his expression mellowed.
“Before you say anything” She said. He wanted to say something, but nothing was coming to mind, not even a compliment. He was just stunned, even though he knew exactly what to expect. He saw her eyes starting to well up and her voice quiver as she spoke and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness himself. She walked to the bed looking sullen and Booker walked only enough to be able to close the door behind him. He kept himself guarded standing by the door as she spoke.
“You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn’t even give you a chance to explain your condition to me and that was the last time we talked and then…” He coul not hear what she said, she was too far away. As guarded as he was, as afraid that if he comes too close he won’t be able to tear himself away again, he stepped closer to her. He almost stepped back when he remembered the cheating, but ultimately gave in a came close enough to her so that she could feel his presence behind her, even if she didn’t want to look at him. He figured she didn’t want to look at him because of the guilt of sleeping with somebody else, but for the moment he tried putting all those feelings aside.
Before speaking out he tried reaching for her hand, but decided against. “Blaire you don’t need to apologize or give any explanation. Now all I care about is your well being and recovery, and for me all amends were made when I thought I might lose you forever. So I don’t care if you iced me out for a while, or if you broke up with me, or if you slept with that guy … All I care about is that you’re still here.” He held back tears, he’s become well practiced by now sleeping next to Drew and he already unleashed all the repressed ones in the taxi … But these were a different type of tears, so ultimately they broke loose. He wanted to hug her in that moment, as he realized he would start crying, but in that moment, she suddenly moved away from him. Just like always, as soon as he needs her and as soon as he’s ready to close in, she shifts away from him. She looked at him and said “I gave you such a hard time. I didn’t even give you a chance to explain that night I saw you with my cousin Elena. Even if something happened between you guys it doesn’t matter. I would have deserved it after how I treated you.” She started crying bitterly, and Booker withouth hesitation embraced her so she could cry in his arms. His bittersweet tears also come out a bit stronger and stained her shift. He wanted to comfort her again, but instead he kept thinking “Elena? What about me and Elena? Does Blaire mind the fact that I was drinking with her? After she slept with that guy, me getting drunk with her cousin seems pretty tame, so I hope she doesn’t think it’s equivalent to her cheating.”
“Me and Elena? I better be truthful, you saw what you saw and I won’t deny it.” He said it nonchalantly, ofc thinking she’s talking about them drinking together and talking about her.

@Kbail - Blaire

[Kbail]

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St Andrews English Teacher/Literature Club Leader

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Mark sat at his desk, trying to figure out the new project he could create this week. He jotted some notes down and filled up three pages, but he kept getting distracted by something bothering him. Upon further thought, he realized it was about Gianna Griffin, The West Nottingham volleyball teacher. The last time they really talked was six months ago.

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✯ Flashback ✯

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Mark was sitting in the teacher’s lounge of West Nottingham, which he hadn’t done for a long time. He was talking to Alex Lockhart. They were kind of friend’s back then. Not so much now. There was a volleyball game happening between both of the schools, and it was being held at West Nottingham so he decided to stop by with some of the other teachers. He walked into the gym and saw Gianna passing by him. She still had the same warm smile as always. “How’s the game going?” He asked with a laugh. “It’s going great Mark. Earlier I was kind of worried because Fleur fell down really hard on her leg. We were all worried that she broke it.”

“Oh no.”

“Luckily she didn’t and we’re coming out strong today.”

“That’s amazing. Well, I’m rooting for you even though we’re representing rival schools.”

“Haha yeah. See you around Mark.”

“You too.” Mark could feel a warmth rise inside of his body as she walked away. Throughout the game, he kept stealing glances at her but she was talking to Alex Lockhart the whole time. When the game was over and West Nottingham won, Mark left the gym with the other teachers and students. He went to go grab a bottle of water and saw that Gianna was talking to Alex in the teacher’s lounge.

He watched as she placed her hand on Alex’s arm with her warm smile. Mark felt his heart fall. He was hoping they would date each other. He thought they were in the flirting I’ll get to know you stage, but maybe she became uninterested. Ever since that day he hasn’t bothered to talk to Gianna, nor did she bother to talk to him. He stuffed everything down, until now.

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Mark blinked away the flashback. Maybe that’s why he felt more tense lately… More stern. When he looked up, he saw Herrera standing near his desk. He hadn’t heard her come in, but then again there was carpet in his classroom. Or maybe she just walked quietly? Either way, he didn’t know. “Did you hear the rumors?”

Mark blinked. “What rumors?”

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West Nottingham History Teacher

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“About one of my students liking me.” She smiled and leaned her hand on his desk. Mark was soooo fine. “Yeah, I think I did hear something about that. Poor dude, getting his secret exposed like that.” Herrera sat on the desk and leaned closer, her black pencil skirt hardly giving way. “I wonder if you could say the same about me. I would much rather hear it from you.”

Mark’s eyes met her’s and she felt her heart beat faster. She figured that she might as well make a bold move. She imagined him grabbing her and pushing his stuff off of his desk and having his way with her.

Instead he just said. “You’re beautiful Herrera but, I don’t think of you that way. I’m sure a lot of men would.” Herrera’s smile faltered and she pushed herself off his desk. She put on another smile that was fake this time as she brushed her hands down her shirt. “Well, I just thought -”

“No, no no. I get it. I’m sorry for -”

She put her hand up. “You don’t have to say sorry. I get it. I should probably go.”

Before he could say anything else, Herrera walked out of the classroom and closed the door. When she got away far enough, she leaned against the wall and let out a deep breath. She felt so embarrassed. Her face was flushed from anger, embarrassment, and other emotions she didn’t want to name.

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[Kbail]

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West Nottingham Volleyball Coach

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Gianna finished her first round of Volleyball class and she went in the hallway to take a bit of a breather. So many thoughts were running through her mind. Fleur was supposed to be the team captain of the 11th and 12th grade volleyball team. Because of what Gianna heard on the blogs, she figured that Fleur wouldn’t be able to play as her best self. She called Fleur’s mom and told her that Fleur could take a break from school if she wanted. Before even making that decision, she consulted with Nora, the cheerleading captain because she was her best friend and always gave good advice.

Gianna let out a deep breath and put her hands on her hips. When she opened her eyes, she saw Alex Lockhart walking down the hallway, looking upset. She walked up to him. “Hey, Alex. What’s wrong?” Gianna liked Alex and she wanted to see where things went. There were rumors about him liking the teacher Ana from St Andrews, but she wasn’t sure.

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West Nottingham Math Teacher

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“Three of my students were just in a fight and I had to take them to the counselor’s office.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah, it’s been a stressful morning.”

“You’re going back to class?”

“Yes I am.” Gianna was nice but sometimes he wondered if she liked him. He was already having complicated feelings in his love life so he wasn’t sure what to do.

“Do you want to grab some coffee? You look like you need one.” Gianna started laughing and Alex realized he might have offended her.

“Oh no, I meant you looked tired! It must have been a hard practice this morning.”

“Yeah, I am pretty tired and I could definitely use that coffee.” They walked away to the teacher’s lounge.

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West Nottingham History Teacher

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After coming from Mark’s office and getting rejected, Herrera saw Gianna and Alex walking down the hallway together. She remembered that Mark liked Gianna. Everyone knew. It was the way they talked, and the way he looked at her. Herrera frowned and walked way, wondering what Mark saw in her that he didn’t see in her. Too bad for him, she seemed to like Alex more.

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[ChayChay05]

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Kuri was sitting in her dorm thinking about Scottie. She was scrolling on social when she saw that James made a post. She hadn’t talked to him since that first they had met when she thought he was Scottie. She then recalled seeing Scottie cross the street the night of the party with James. This confused Kuri. She was still very sad about her and Scottie’s break. She really was hurt when he didn’t even notice how good she looked at the party. She was laying there with her music blaring in her ears when James slide into her DM’s. She wondered what he was doing. They talked for a moment then he told her where he was at at. She knew he was drinking alone and didn’t want him to end up hurt. Especially since it seemed he was heartbroken like her. She got up and got dressed in a t-shirt and some jeans. She slipped on her boots and then grabbed her coat. She walked to Way Worth Street club. Not even looking to see if anyone was following her. Normally she would check for stuff like that. However, her mind was on helping someone in need. She felt this was better then sitting in her dorm with the temptations to make a stupid mistake again. Scottie was so worried when he thought she was dead. Now just a little bit later they weren’t together anymore. This broke her more then she let show. Scottie… Scottie was her first love. How do you get over that? Some say you never get over your first love. Maybe that is part of the reason she wanted to help James. He looked just like Scottie. However, he was rude, arrogant and a d^ck. She thought Scottie was bad… until she met James. They had never talked since that first day. She had her music still blaring in her ears as she walked. She finally got to Way Worth Street club and went in. Where she saw James sitting at the bar. She took a deep breath before walking closer to him. Hell she actually thought about running away and letting whatever happen to him happen. She slowly walked up to the bar where he was sitting. Her boots hitting the floor with purpose for each step she took that led her closer to James. You could still run Kuri She thought to herself as she stopped for a moment. Then James spotted her and got off the bar stool. She saw him wobble so she walked closer to him and he fell over landing on her. For anyone watching from a distance… it probably looked like they were hugging. She sighed as she looked at him like he was crazy. “I think you might be drunk James.”

text with James

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@SotaForgotten (Hope you like it.)

[SotaForgotten]

He was a few bottles in when Kuri walked into the club. It took her a minute to locate him, but when she did, she made her way over to him. He got up only to feel the room spinning, causing him to sway and falter forwards. Kuri managed to catch him in a hug like caught, helping him steady on his feet. “What’r’you doing’ere?” He slurred his words together. “I think you might be drunk, James.” He scuffed as he reached behind him for the half empty bottle on the counter top. “Errr’ not enough’o drown’n… Care’o joinme?” He chuckled.

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He was on his way to talk to Kuri when he noticed her on the sidewalk. A small smile played on his lips as he stretched his hand out as if to catch her attention. “Hey Kuri!” She didn’t seem to have heard him as she continued her way. “. . .” He decided to follow her, since it was late into the night and he didn’t want anything to happen to her. He figured if someone tried anything to her, he would show up on time and save the day or some sh-t.

He stopped walking when she crossed the street and walked into a club “Why would she go to a club? That’s not like her…” He thought to himself, as he jogged over and looked through the window. He quickly looked his eyes onto James and Kuri hugging. His eyes widen. When did they become so close? Where they secretly dating?

He pulled away from the window. Still in shocked as he looked back at them. “. . .” It felt like someone had torn out his heart and stomped on it repeatedly. He turned away and made his way back towards the school grounds.

Slowly moving along as it felt like everything around him was moving faster, zipping by him like a depressing scene in a movie or music video.

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Kuri - @ChayChay05