<div class="floatleft">(http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z67/designscene/DS/MeganFoxforWMagazine04.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Fox Kingsley<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Student: Bronze <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual <br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Curious<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> [ Ebony | Julian | Open ]</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Fox wasn't sure how vigorous these people were going to try to "scrub" the gay out of students. Nor was she sure how the grading system was where gayness was concerned. What she did know though, was that it was the first stop at the academy for her. The Kingsleys insisted on having the help deliver Fox's bags to her dorm, while she acquainted and acclimated herself to the schools goals. Eros was not too happy in finding out that she would be forced to room with another male. But since it was for her parents' benefit, what choice did either of them have? Being engaged to a man wasn't enough to convince Fox's parents that she really didn't have a problem. But there was the incident with the incriminating evidence. And it led her straight to this day, in this school. She found the whole thing hilarious. Yet, what else could a trust fund baby do, while waiting for the papers to be signed, but suck it up.<br/><br/>She was glad to have gotten to the class on time. Things got weird. Fast. But had she walked in seconds too late, Fox wouldn't have understood that the person talking wasn't a deranged, horny student, but a <em>teacher</em>. <em>WHAT?</em> He started explaining what the mirrors were about, before proceeding to kiss his reflection. Fox's face went from 'resting bitch' to 'sunshine and rainbows,' as she shamelessly took out her gigantic phone and snapped a few shots of Mister Cartier.  <br/><br/>The low chuckle that left Fox's throat was a compulsory reaction to what her eyes caught site of next. <strong>"Are you ..."</strong> Smile growing. <strong>"Are you into this?"</strong> She asked the willowy blonde she was sitting next to. The girl was more fascinated than anything. She honestly thought she was sitting next to a female, until she saw the heat the person was packing. Not many people would have noticed, but Fox had a knack for spotting what her parents would deem as "inappropriate." Genitalia to be exact.<br/> <br/><br/><br/></span></span>