Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 22:26:19</strong>
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				Starting a new school was always something difficult and something that Kaitlyn had done many times in her life as her father was always bouncing around from one job to another. Starting a month after the first semester started though was the worst, only second to the fact that this school was some fancy prep school and it was a boarding school to boot. <br><br>It was supposedly some big deal to be admitted, but she knew that her father had donated a kings ransom to the school so they would take her late. Her father had won a huge settlement in a lawsuit regarding her grandmother and the care center she had been in before she passed away. Suddenly one room apartments and trailers were a thing of history and she was being shipped off for a fancy education. In her junior year of high school, Kaitlyn was less than pleased, but she had little choice in the matter.<br><br>She'd been at Stephenson for a week, an upscale prep school in New England. Right off the bat she saw the difference in the school to anything she'd had in public school. Small classes, a lot of individual attention, and the work load was massive. If she hadn't been such a good student, she would be drowning, but since she had no friends here yet, and it didn't look likely she was going to make any, she had plenty of time to catch up.<br><br>Kaitlyn had never been popular because she was never in one place long enough, but she had never been an outcast either. She was easy to blend in anywhere. She was small in stature having a rather willowy build. She had run to the small side, only standing at 5'2, but her long chestnut hair had always been one of her best features. It also served well to hide her face when she was trying to hide from the world.<br><br>The other kids looked down on her, most of them coming from old money and felt entitled to treat people however they liked. She hated most of them on site. One girl had actually pubically ridiculed her for the simple fact that she'd had the manners to thank the janitor who had stopped to help her clean up a mess of books when her locker got stuck. If she kept to herself, she'd be fine, or so she kept telling herself, but it was going to be a long year.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeighG2</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 22:51:02</strong>
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				David Beauchamp was one of what many would call "The Rich Kids", but hey, you had to be to go to this school, Stephenson Prep, and, he was one of the more privileged students around, and was also not too shy about showing that fact off, all you had to do was look at the car he drove to know that this guy was as spoilt as they came.<br><br>Walking the halls was such a pleasure for him too, as one of the sport guys, majoring in American Football, he never found it hard to have some cheerleader wanting to take him into the broom cupboard somewhere, quite well built at 6'0, with brunette, buzz&nbsp; cut hair, and arms that looked like just maturing saplings, he was the typical prom king in waiting, and he knew it. <br><br>But, somehow, that just didn't satisfy him, because, all he wanted is to be alone, and not have girls falling over themselves at him, and this sometimes caused him to be the biggest jerk in the world, and lash out. His burgeoning dependency on alcohol, if he could get it, something inherited from his father, didn't help matters, and he could sometimes get a little handy with people, all guys, admittedly, but, it still made a lot of people not want to be around him.<br><br>On this day, he found himself walking down the corridor, just absentmindedly ambling towards his latest class, chamistry, when he saw her, quite possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he just knew he had to go and introduce himself, was she new? 'Cos he could have swore he'd never seen her about before, that would all change though, and as he walked over, he called out<br><br>"Hey, you must be new here? Can't say I've seen you around here before" he asked inquisitively, holding his hand against the locker, not too forceful, but enough to stop her making a too hasty exit before he had introduced himself properly. "Oh my God, how rude of me, asking questions before introducing myself, name is David Beauchamp" he said assertively, not bothering to offer his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 23:11:22</strong>
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				Kaitlyn couldn't imagine what the joke was this time, why this guy, obviously a jock, was talking to her unless it was to sling some sort of an insult. Why couldn't they all just leave her be? What had she done to any of them other than enroll in their precious school? It hadn't even been by her choice, but when dealing with the rich and spoiled, logic rarely came into play. <br><br>She quickly assessed him as arrogant, obnoxious, rude and far too full of himself, and to top it off, he was blocking her way. It had to be her locker that he put his hand up on top of. Great, she was going to be late for another class, she'd already racked up two demerits in one week for tardiness as they didn't seem to care that the school was the size of a college campus and she hadn't been going here since sixth grade like most of the others. <br><br>"Yes, I...I'm new...umm, I really need to get in there..."<br><br>She pointed to her locker hoping he'd move so she could get what she needed and get on her way. She hated how meak and mousy she sounded, letting him intimidate her for no reason, but she couldn't seem to help it. The nicest thing she'd been called since she got here was a phony and white trash, it was hard to have any confidence left after that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeighG2</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 23:17:55</strong>
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				David looked shocked, he wasn't quite expecting that, but, he did as she wished, moving his hand from her locker, but, he looked a bit bullish as she turned her back, but then hid the look as soon as she turned around to him again.<br><br>"Hey, is there really any need for the negativity there sweet cheeks? I'm trying to be friendly to my new Stephenson Acadamé" he said, not concerned with the fact that he's called her a particularly unflattering, not to mention sexist, name "And, you can't even tell me your name? You know, that's not the attitude to have around here, unless you don't intend on making friends"<br><br>He moved his arm away and tried to look less intimidating, but, with his size, that had about a much chance of happening as Shakira ever looking ugly.<br><br>"C'mon, tell us your name, I'll show you around the place if you want, I promise, no funny business" he said optimistically, hoping that she would at least see he was trying to be nice in his own little way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 01:18:16</strong>
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				When she reached in to her locker, she expected he'd be gone by the time she closed it, and was shocked to see that he was still there. When he spoke to her, she felt like a scolded child and she blushed a bit, it was true enough she hadn't been particularly friendly, but why should she be? No one had been so to her. <br><br>"Kaitlyn...I mean, that's my name, Kaitlyn"<br><br>God why did she sound so awkward around him, what was wrong with her? Why didn't he just leave her alone anyway? She was still waiting for the joke, not that she'd find it amusing. Was it possible he was actually trying to be nice? It would be a first but, if he was, then she wasn't being much better than the snobby kids who looked down on her because she wasn't one of their elite. <br><br>"Look sorry, I just...I mean....I'm running late for class..again"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeighG2</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 17:09:21</strong>
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				David smiled embarrassedly, he was holding the girl up!, surely he of all people, should have known this, but, at least he had managed to find out the girl's name, and what a pretty one it was.<br><br>"That's a very pretty name, matches the girl, if I may say so myself" He said to her, before offering her the obligatory assistance.<br><br>"You know, I've been here for a good whie, ever since about fourteen anyway, I know this place like the back of my hand, even a few secret ones haha, all you had to do was ask, I'll take you to your class, which one is it? He said, trying to be helpful, but perhaps, particularly with the "secret places" comment, accidently flirting with the poor girl.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 19:37:36</strong>
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				Several kids had stopped and stared at the pair with obvious suprise though almost waiting and expecting that one of their own was merely have a joke at the new girls expense. That they would have understood.<br><br>"American History, I mean....that's where I'm headed...to the class. I know the way, look I have to go"<br><br>She pushed past him and took off towards her class hoping she wouldn't be late yet again. Once she got there, just in time, she thought about the strange encounter in the halls. She still didn't know why David was talking to her or what he wanted. She'd seen him around enough over the last week, and knew his type well, he had girls dying to be with him.<br><br>"Miss Simmons can you answer the question, or are you too busy daydreaming?"<br><br>The teachers reprimand brought her out of her thoughts and she scrambled for an answer. There was some light laughter from the other students but luckily the teacher moved on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LeighG2</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 20:25:01</strong>
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				David, having just been given the brush off by the new girl, was in a bit of a strange mood on arriving to his next class, Math, but, it wasn't one of his usual moods when being given the cold shoulder by girls, anger, it was instead a contemplative wonder. Just what was it about that girl? She definitely wasn't his regular type, she wasn't blonde, have large breasts, or wear a cheerleader outfit, she was mousy, bordering on wallfloweresque in her nature. Not to mention, she was actually beautiful, without need of makeup.<br><br>He just couldn't keep his kind off her all lesson, and was very surprised that he hadn't been called up for staring out of the window most of the lesson, he just needed to get to know this girl. His friends wouldn't approve, he knew that already, but, it changed nothing, this girl would be his, and he would see that happen at any means.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stephenson Prep (LeighG2 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 17:14:10</strong>
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				The rest of the day seemed to pass by without incident and Kaitlyn was glad when the final bell rang for the day. As she had every day since she got there, she went up to her room, because she had started so late, she had lucked out in that she got a private room on her floor rather than having to share, changed into the casual clothes they were allowed, which still held the schools colors, and started her homework. <br><br>As she made her way down to dinner, she started to feel the isolation of this place a little more acutely. She sat at a table, pretty much by herself and thought that even her father hadn't bothered to call her once since she got here, so why was she so surprised that she couldn't fit in?<br><br>She also found herself thinking of David. She wished she could have been certain if he was being genuinely nice, or setting her up for something. Mentally she berated herself for always assuming the worst in people since she got here.
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