Ramsey: Personal Notes (the truth leaked out)
an excerpt

September 5, 2007

Welcome or welcome back to the Ramsey School of Excellence, I hope you all enjoyed your summer vacation. I do hope those of you who have been here in the previous years still remember your dedication to achieve the most of life here at Ramsey. There are a number of new students here this year and I hope that all of you will take your time to help these freshmen.

I would like to take the time to remind all of you that there is a mandatory dinner tonight in the dinning hall at 6: 30 pm sharp. You are all reminded to wear your proper uniform.

Here at Ramsey, we take pride in our students’ achievements in both academics and athletics, all of you are reminded in order to continue your stay here at Ramsey you must join an athletic team/extra curricular team. Tryout sheets will be posted outside the PhysEd office.

David Zaro
Dean of Students

To: RamseyStudents
From: jenny.c@ramsey.se.ca

Welcome back to Ramsey! We’ve barely been back for 10 min and Zaro already sent us all the yearly letter. For all of you, who know what I’m talking about good for you but for those that don’t, well then find out.

For all of you non-freshies, party tonight @ the usual, M bring your goodies.

Quick update on everyone:
D back from Mexico looking more tan then ever, S with totally hot boots (I think I need to steal them S), T and V are mad @ each other (wonder why; just clear it up before tonight K?). M is trying to impress newcomer L (I don’t think she’s interested, M). Freshie R is trying to impress D but she’s not interested (right D?). A still as annoying as ever trying to follow everyone, I hate her shirt!

XOXO
Jenny
C U 2nite

To: RamseyFreshmen
From: jenny.c@ramsey.se.ca

Freshies,

Welcome to Ramsey School of Excellence, this is the boarding school beyond your parents’ dreams. We are smart, we are beautiful, we are strong, we are who we are. All the universities scout after us, which is if you make it. Our averages are beyond what your parents hope for. Our SAT scores are perfect, we are the best. We set the bar for university acceptances.

We are the school hidden in Southern Ontario near Toronto, only the worthy know and hear of us. If you did not score a perfect 4 on your EQAO you are not right for Ramsey, because we are this close to perfect.

Wondering if we’re IB or AP? Well, we’re neither, we are beyond those programs we are far more complicated than that. In grade 9 and 10 you will have to complete the Ontario Secondary School Curriculum and even a bit beyond, your grades 9 and 10 will consists of IB and AP courses. In grade 11 and 12 you will be completing university degrees; not completing a year but the actual degree. That is a heads up for your upcoming work and if you are overwhelmed right now, you might have to be thinking about hitching a ride back home with your parents.

While we are close to perfect in our grades we have scandals after scandals and if you’re not strong then leave now before we destroy you and we will. You have to be able to party 24/7 and maintain a 4.0 GPA if you can not, leave now. Ramsey can either break you or make you. Once you enter Ramsey you are dedicated to us.

Freshies, are you ready to enter the world of Ramsey? If you are willing and ready to enter, the welcoming dinner is at 6:30 tonight. Button up your blazer now and don’t be late, Ramsey prohibits lateness.

Jenny Carthy

Make or Break

The dorms at Ramsey were named after great people very much like themselves, inside Nellie McClung the girls were rushing around screaming their joy of seeing each other and unpacking their enormous amount of clothes. Inside Room 23 the room was quiet.

Deanna Nada glanced up from her Blackberry and turned to her new roommate Lauren, “Did you see the email Jenny sent us?”

Lauren nodded as she started to shove her clothes into her closet, “You going to the party?”

“Totally, I wouldn’t miss it for anything; the bash on the night back is always the best! Matt is bringing his stash of beer.” Dee replied as she flipped her hair back and redid her eyeliner.

Deanna Rivera aka Dee was a gorgeous and Spanish, she was the president of the Ramsey Charity, since her sophomore year she had been the president of the Ramsey Charity which raised over 5 million for different Charities around the world.

“Who exactly is Jenny?” Lauren asked, she had received an email from that girl Jenny even though she didn’t know her.

Lauren Bourne was a newcomer to Ramsey, with her dirty blond hair and green eyes she had already attracted Matt Leery. Her shape tongue and wit had gotten her the transfer from UTS to Ramsey. As fluent French-speaker she could charm just about any teacher with it, French wasn’t her gift; it was her weapon. Just like many other Ramsey students, their gifts and talents become weapons.

Dee quickly explained to Lauren, who Jenny was, Jenny Carthy was a powerful senior at Ramsey. Jenny ruled the upper classes and lower classes. Her sharp mind and precise memory could remember literally everything. If anyone offended Jenny, they would be gone in a flash. Dee was always scared of Jenny until she learned Jenny could do the full unofficial Ramsey motto, Jenny could break but she could also make. In Dee’s case she became a make, the breaks were always broken in the first year.

“Dee! Sup? I missed you over the summer!” squeaked a short brown hair girl, Anita, she was the annoying sophomore that liked to follow everyone around, Dee despised her but she couldn’t do anything about it since Anita was Principal Booth’s step-daughter. Jenny had tried in vain to break Anita in the pass but failed as Booth interfered and threatened to expel her.

Anita tried to ask Dee if she was going to the party but Dee quickly faked a headache and got Lauren to kick Anita out of their room.

Dee sighed as she looked at the closed door, “I hate Anita, she is soo annoying! What are you wearing to the party tonight? Your outfit alone can make or break you.”

“Make or break?’ Lauren questioned.

“Make or break.” Was the answer.

Instant messages: Ramsey.net

MattL: whats up w/u & Teresa?

VictorG: why?

Mattl: didn’t u c jenny’s thing?

victorG: she already sent one? We’ve only been back 4 10 min max

MattL: Yeah but wats w/u & Teresa?

VictorG: nothing she’s just mad @ me b/c I my paper is longer than her’s

MattL: what is your’s on?

VictorG: proving sin²Θ +cos²Θ=1. I did the whole proof and a completion paper

MattL: U going to the party tonight?

VictorG: u bet I am. Like jenny said, best party of the year.

Instant Messages: Ramsey.net

StaceyH: What r u wearing 2 the party tonight?

Deannar: not sure…

StaceyH: I thinking hobo chic since we won’t have a déjà vu of last year and the Diane von Furstenberg skirt. I still miss that skirt 

Deannar: lol that was funny tho…what do u think is up w/Teresa & Vic? I mean something is up, jenny knows everything

staceyH: I know eh. I hope they don’t break up tho since they make such a cute couple 

Deannar: did u c matt check out the blond girl that is now my new roommate since u decided to go single this year;s

StaceyH: not my fault they put me in single =P but how is she? I did c Matt try tho. Very funny XD

Secrets between a lap and a top

The wind blew softy making the branches of the tree outside Room 27 of Nellie McClung bang the window. The crisp smell of summer was still in the air and the sun was casting a glow on the cloths sitting on the bed.

Stacey Harrison sighed, she couldn’t believe that after two years of rooming with her best friend, Dee, she was on cast off to a single and had to watch a newcomer take her place in Room 23. Flipping her curly dark brown hair over her shoulder she grabbed a few pairs of her Jimmy Choo and lined them up in the shoe cubby of her closet. Groaning a bit when she realized she had already used up her cubby holes and she still had about 23 pairs of Chuck Taylor Converse and a few dozen pairs of heels that were still unpacked. She decided to give up trying to organize her shoes and grabbed her laptop. Sitting herself at her desk she opened up some documents and started writing.

Stacey was a writer, she had written quite a number of things in the past but she never showed anyone her work since it was too personal. When she and her boyfriend broke up last year, the first thing she did was write, her feelings where embedded into her work while her work was excellent she wouldn’t show it to anyone. On the outside she work excellent papers on various subjects and was published in Macleans’, the Globe and Mail, Business Weekly, and other various publications. When Stacey wrote she couldn’t make sense of the outside world, she would be totally absorbed into her work. She had won the Governor General’s Award last year but she considered it as nothing.

A scream outside was heard by everyone in Nellie McClung except for Stacey, she was in too deep of thought. Reality was swirling around her, she started to type, all the stress from a summer with her parents trying to get along with each other to avoid a divorce was flowing down to her fingertips and translating into words in size 12 font, Arial. Her worries about her brother, Eric, flunking out of school again became, black and white, she poured her soul into that little computer, never thinking what would happen if someone found her laptop and read that little but personal and deep document.

The look on her mom’s face when she found out her dad was cheating on her mom again flashed in Stacey’s mind. The sound of her mom crying, her brother’s yelling, his drunken slur, his scent of pot and the Fs on his report card flooded her mind. Eric pissed her off badly, it wasn’t even as though he wasn’t smart, he was smart but he didn’t even try for passing grades he was always slouching off, taking advantage of their mom’s unstable emotional and mental state. Her mom was always crying and her dad always cheating; what good was their money if her parents couldn’t even be honest with each other. All of this was pouring down her fingertips and into her laptop, her soul was in there surviving just like she was surviving life.

Ruling sex at Ramsey

A light breeze blew though the air scattering the scent of the Ramsey roses outside Nellie McClung. Sitting under a tree, Jenny gazed up at the vibrant green eyes that looked down at her. She smiled.

Paul. What a great name, she thought. Paul Dolce, with his dirty blond hair and green eyes; he made her melt. It also didn’t hurt that he was Italian; she was a sucker for Italian men. His last name was just totally delicious and hot, she loved his name. There was just something about them that she was attracted to, maybe it was their wit, or their sense of fashion, or their love for Vespers…she just didn’t know.

Paul was just soo sexy; his dirty blond hair was a bit spiky, with his Ramsey Blazer on he looked a bit like an Italian Vogue model. His cute smile always made her melt. The son of the Canadian Ambassador to Italy, he also provided useful contacts into the political world she hoped to enter.

A vibrant interest in politics had brought her and Paul together. They met had at the Liberal Leadership Convention that had elected Stéphane Dion as its leader almost a year ago. They had both been supporters of Gerard Kennedy and had hooked up at the rally dinner. Paul had became so obsessed with her he applied for a transfer from St. Andrew’s College to Ramsey. Less than a year later he was here at Ramsey with her.

This year is going to be perfect she mused as Paul stroked her long auburn hair. Her senior year, Captain of Reach for the Top, intern with the Honourable John McCallum in December, and best of all, Paul was going to be here at Ramsey with her. How perfect can life be?

A sharp scream rang through the air that shook her out of her train of thought. She glanced up and her eyes scrambled to find where the scream originated.

Point! It was a little junior screaming at a freshie. “What is the little junior girl’s name?” Jenny wondered out loud. She knew the freshie was Riyan, the Ambassador to Ghana’s son but she just couldn’t remember the girl’s name. It started with an H…Heather! Heather Chow.

“No! I’m not going out with you! And I’m not taking you to the party tonight!” Heather bellowed at Riyan, “Go find someone you own age!”

“Fine, your lost,” Riyan replied trying to sound confident, upset that he still hadn’t scored a invite to the welcome back party the upper class men where holding. He couldn’t really believe it since he was used to having girls scramble around asking him out, here at Ramsey the chicks were hot but they didn’t seem to want him.

Jenny stiffened a laugh; Riyan was so full of himself. She wondered briefly if she should give Riyan an invite since he wanted it so badly but decided to let him continue searching for one. She leaned back against Paul’s chest smiled at him with her green eyes and did a bit of Fuji breathing. This was the way things went at Ramsey, the girls rule while the guys sit back and watch. This was her Ramsey, the scrambling to get into the hottest parties, the busy campus, and her men.

To: RamseyStudents
From: jenny.c@ramsey.se.ca

Hey,

Dinner in 30 min! Time to get out your maroon Ramsey Blazer & your cute plaid skirt girlies! & and your black dress pants boys! And remember your MAROON Ramsey Blazer not your black one; this counts as a formal event!

Shoes, we need to know what your class is so tonight: Freshies, flats only. Sophomores, kitten heels. Juniors, you know the code, no more than 3 in heels regulation. Seniors, your heels must be more than 3 in.

Quick update:

S is writing in her laptop (what are you writing?). Little sophomore girl H seen screaming at R. D screaming at new room mate L for accidentally taking her purple Dior kitten heels (I love them D). M is checking out the dinner menu to see what kind of goodies he should bring. P is trying on the Marc Jacobs shirt I brought him. And I’m sitting here looking for the perfect welcoming dinner shoes and writing this.

C ya in 30
Ciao
Jenny Carthy

,
Ramsey Fights Together

Chicks. Hot chicks. Ramsey was chick heaven, Matt felt like he was in a delusion. There was no place else in this world with chicks as hot and as smart and as wilful as the chicks here at Ramsey. After two months in Connecticut where the chicks (if you even call them that, were as ugly as hell) he was glad to be back at the top of his game at Ramsey.

That new girl Lara or something was hot as hell but she had brushed him off as though he was a fly, his fist clenched at the memory. No girl, absolutely no girl ever brushes him off and turns him down. He guessed he had intimidated her with his $24 000 Rolodex, while most of the students had rich parents like him she was a middle class; instead of the Chloe and Juicy sweats most of the chicks wore here she was head-to-toe in Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch. She had seemed pretty serious; instead of the stilettos everyone else was wearing she wore sensible New Balances he noticed. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking, he liked his girls hot and fresh not serious and easily intimidated. Alas love results in arrogance and blindness.

Turning to his room mate, newcomer Paul Dolce (Jenny’s new Italian boy toy) he nodded at him, “Nice shirt, very sexy. Ralph Lauren?”

“No, Marc Jacobs, Jenny got it for me, said it’s totally me.” Paul replied with a wolfish smile.

Matt locked his blue eyes onto Paul’s vibrant ones, “Jenny, is one of my absolute closest friends we’ve know each other since freshmen year so if you break her heart the guys and I are going to track you down and do what we need to do.”

“I hear you, don’t worry man, I wouldn’t hurt Jenny for anything, I love her. She basically makes my world, she’s great” Paul spoke intensely and beamed his eyes back into Matt’s.

“Good, welcome to Ramsey, and remember we here at Ramsey stick together; you hurt one of us, we fight back together. As the French say, “Nous peuvent vous tuer.”

Grabbing his crisp steel gray Ralph Lauren shirt Matt yanked it on and thought about what Paul just confessed, Matt wasn’t sure if Paul was really sincere but he did know that if anyone harmed Jenny, Ramsey would come together and fight back at Paul. Shrugging into his maroon Ramsey Blazer he put on his tie and tied the knot, he thought back to the time a few years ago when an outsider (an American foreign exchange student) tried to spread rumours that some other girl was lesbian. The outsider had been backfired when all of Ramsey fought back using psychology and the outsider had returned back to the States barely even knowing her own name. Those was the good old times.
As Matt shoved his feet into his black Banana Republic shoes he wondered if Paul did any sports since the hockey team was in need of a good defenseman.

“Yo Dolce, do you do any sports?” Matt inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, I play a bit of soccer and a bit of rugby. Why?”

“Our hockey team needs a defenseman, you interested?”

“Not really, I don’t play hockey, hockey wasn’t a big thing at St. Andrew’s. I can skate through if you need to know that, I have never played hockey through.”

“That’s too bad, but you could still try out and maybe you’ll be on the junior team or something, hockey is the best.”

Matt shook his head in disbelief, Paul didn’t play hockey and never had. To Matt, hockey was the next best thing to his tech gear. Whenever he couldn’t understand his physics he would go out and play a game of hockey and come back literally knowing all of his physics homework, hockey was pretty much the ideal relaxation. Paul was such a poor deprived guy, never played hockey before. Ramsey Rams owned all the other higher elite schools at hockey, they have had done this since literally the beginning of time and they weren’t about to stop, everyone at Ramsey went to the games to cheer them on. A Ramsey Ram must be hot, intelligent, motivated, and a hockey fan. This was an unofficial rule of a Ramsey Ram.

Matt glanced at the mirror and wondered if that girl Lara or something liked hockey, flexing his muscles he thought he looked mighty fine. He still didn’t understand why she had turned him down earlier, no one and no one ever turns him down. Putting on his monogrammed cuff links, Matt went from his usual pimpin prep style to plain prep; he looked like any other guy at Ramsey. Everyone at Ramsey looked identical in their uniform and solider-like, which they were exactly but instead of fighting a physical war together they were fighting together to be the best together.

“Together we fight.” Matt murmured as he left the room with Paul in tow.

Instant Messages: Ramsey.net

JennyC: Sweetie are you dressed yet?

PaulD: Is there a prize if I’m dressed?

JennyC: Maybe…a kiss 

PaulD: How about you make that 2?

JennyC: Done. Now answer my question.

PaulD: I’m dressed and ready for my sweet, sweetheart

JennyC: See you at the hall then ♥

Instant Messages: Ramsey.net

VictorG: You still mad @ me?

TeresaP: Not anymore…

VictorG: Thank God, I hate it when you’re mad @ me b/c you are the love of my soul

TeresaP: I thought you knew I can never stay mad @ you b/c you’re my luv. What are you wearing to dinner?

VictorG: Not sure, I’m probably going to just grab a shirt and hope it matches 

TeresaP: I can not and never will understand how you guys don’t care about your clothes. Wear your Gucci shirt (the one I brought you for your BDay). You better hurry up, you’re going to be late…I’m actually on my way over right now.

VictorG: KK…I’m getting dressed.  See you there Teddy.

Instant Messages: Ramsey.net

DeannaR: That be-yotch Lauren took my purple kitten heels. Can you believe her?

StaceyH: I know, jenny sent it out, but not your purple kitten heels, those are like your best friend

DeannaR: I know, what are you wearing tonight?

StaceyH: this totally cute dove gray Michael kors shirt & the sexiest black prada pumps ever made (well…except for jenny’s). You?

DeannaR: bone white calvin klein silk shirt & silver dolce & gabbana heels

StaceyH: totally cute! It’s so you 

DeannaR: I know eh, G2G see you at the hall in 2?

StaceyH: Done, Done, and Done.

Ramsey: it’s hard when you’re not rich

The Nellie McClung dorm room which had seem so warm and welcoming a little while ago was now a cold, friendless, and unwelcoming cell. The pleasant breeze that had blown in was no longer refreshing instead it felt like a knife. The chattering of her room mate had disappeared and replaced with an overpowering silence. Lauren shivered, her room mate, Deanna, had seemed soo nice when she met her but when Lauren accidentally took Deanna’s pair of purple kitten heels, Deanna turned into a wrath that Lauren could never imagine possible for someone as gorgeous as her.

Lauren glanced around the room; Deanna’s clothes were scattered all over the place. She sighed, when she accepted Ramsey’s offer she had never imagined Ramsey to be a place like this. She had thought Ramsey would be like UTS with its normal people; not like Ramsey where almost everyone had on thousands of dollars worth in clothes and acted like it was normal. She thought about that guy Matt or something, he had asked her out but there was just something that stopped her from accepting his offer, maybe it was because of his Rolodex. She would never be able to afford a Rolodex. All of the other girls at Ramsey were spotting haute couture fashion but she stood out in her Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch, she wished she could afford what the other girls were wearing.

Her eyes drifted toward the closet and she cringed in memory when Deanna was choosing which blouse she should wear; Deanna didn’t pull out a few blouses, more like a ton. Lauren’s eyes had bulged out when she saw the labels on the blouses, Marc Jacobs, Louis Vutton, Chanel, Gucci, Prada &etc. she couldn’t afford one much less a ton; all of Lauren’s few blouses came from Banana Republic, Costa Blanc, L.L. Bean outlets & etc. Deanna had pulled out what seemed like a few million pairs of shoes, Lauren had exactly six pairs, and two of them were Converse sneakers, she had exactly one pair of black dress shoes and they were to put it simply, ugly, with a capital U.

Lauren turned to her desk and looked at the picture of her and her friends at UTS and wanted to cry, she grabbed her Motorola CRazer and speed-dialled her best friends. The phone rang and rang but no one picked up, Lauren lost it after two minutes and started to brawl, hanging up she ran to the bathroom and tried to do some Fuji breathing to calm herself down. Doing her eyeliner again she caught sight of her clock, 6:23; she only had seven minutes to get to the dinner hall.

She quickly pulled on her plaid skirt and yanked on her white blouse, trying to put on her Ramsey blazer at the same time. Shoving her feet into her ugly black dress shoes she tossed her i-pod, CRazer, makeup, and a package of tissues into her one and only Coach, and ran out the door.

Pretty trees lined that path to the dining hall and they all seemed to blur together as Lauren ran past them, her worries started to melt a bit away like they always do when she ran. Reaching the dining hall with only seconds to spare she was breathless as she walked in.

Lauren felt like she was going to whimper as everyone in the dining hall stared at her as she walked in; she was the last one there, the only free seat was the seat beside the guy Matt; the only table with a seat was the table with Deanna. Lauren gulped and walked to the seat and sat down wishing she could die.

Matt shot a wolfish smile, “You made it, but just in time.”

“Yeah, I lost track of time, I tried to call my friends back home.” Lauren heard herself reply.

“Where’s home?” Matt asked as he whipped out his i-phone which was vibrated in his pants pocket, it was a text message from Deanna.

“Richmond Hill, I used to go to UTS.” Lauren answered meekly.

“That’s a pretty good school but not as good as Ramsey,” Matt said as he read Deanna’s text message.

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Text Message Inbox Matt Leery
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:31pm

Be careful w/that girl, watch your stuff! She’s my new room mate and she already tried to steal my stuff. My favourite kitten heels! What is on tonight menu? Are the drinks heavy or light I need to know.

- Dee♥
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Matt shook his head as his read his text message, he loved Dee; they have been friends since preschool but she was very conceited at times, he glanced at Lauren and she looked so innocent he just couldn’t believe anything that Dee had just told him. Leaning close to Lauren he spoke quietly so the teachers would not hear him talk while Mr. Booth was speaking, “There’s a party tonight, you coming?”

“Sure, I’ll come, it’s not like I have anything to do anyways,” Lauren replied, not quite able to believe she had actually been invited to the party even if it was by the booze guy. At least she’ll be there, she thought, temporarily forgetting the differences in finances.
Matt winked at Dee and smiled at Lauren when Lauren accepted his invite and whipped out his i-phone to text Victor and to text Dee back.

Lauren smiled weakly back at Matt and glanced around in utter shock when she saw everyone typing furiously fast on their i-phones, Blackberrys, LG Chocolates, etc. she hoped they weren’t texting about her.

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Text Message Inbox Deanna Rivera
Sent by: Matt Leery
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:33 PM

Sup sweetie? I got I got your text but I can’t really believe Lauren would take your shoes, she seems so sweet  are you happy for me? We’re going to the party tonight together.
Btw on the menu tonight is your favourite; sparking green apple w/vodka. Happy? I do have a few cases of Molson Canadian is you want something a bit heavier.
Cheers
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Text message inbox Stacey Harrison
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/date: 9/4/07/6:33 PM

Matt invited that girl, Lauren, to the party tonight. What is he think? Is he mental? I would be so mad at him right now if he didn’t get my favourite on the menu tonight. But that little boy has a bit of explaining to do.
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Text Message Inbox Matt Leery
Sent By: Stacey Harrison
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:34 PM

Matty! Heads up, Dee is pretty made @ you right now except for the fact that you have her favourite on the menu. You do know that, that the girl Lauren took Dee’s favourite purple Dior kitten heels, eh?
Btw do you have berries in champagne b/c I’m not going to come if you don’t have it.
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Text message inbox Matt Leery
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:34

Luv, if you haven’t put my favourite on the menu I can tell you that you would be dead by now. I hope you have plenty of those minty ice cream puffs things b/c you my friend are going to need them.
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Text Message inbox Stacey Harrison
Sent By: Matt Leery
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:36

Sweetheart, don’t get your thong up your butt so fast, I have your beloved berries in champagne. You mean blackberries, raspberries, and strawberries in champagne right? b/c that is what I have. See you there, sweetheart.

Text Message Inbox Victor Gock
Sent By: Matt Leery
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:35

I have a hot date w/the new girl tonight. Are you proud of me or what? Hope this goes well. btw do you know exactly how mad Dee is @ me b/c I asked Lauren to the Party?
************************************************************************Text Message Inbox Matt Leery
Sent By: Jenny carthy
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:36

Matt my love, what is going on? We have got to stop texting so booth doesn’t see you. Do you have everything ready for the party? I sure hope you do. Btw is my favourite on the menu? I hope you know by now what it is but in case you forgot it’s vodka and cranberry.
XOX
Jenny
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Please, Balsamic Vinegar not Balsamic Vinaigrette

“Your salad, Miss.” A server announced as he put the plate in front of Dee.

Dee snared, the server had messed up her dressing; instead of balsamic vinegar he had given her balsamic vinaigrette, “Have many times do I have to time you this? I want balsamic vinegar; not balsamic vinaigrette! And the lemon is not fresh enough!” Dee exploded, “and pull down your pants for heaven’s sake! You don’t need to know you wear nike socks!”

The server shook at Dee’s volume and anger, looking like he wanted to disappear, “I’ll get your balsamic vinegar and a new fresh lemon wedge for you, Miss.”

“Make that a new plate of salad altogether, I want one without olives. Do you understand what I’m saying? I want a new salad with balsamic vinegar; not balsamic vinaigrette, a fresh lemon wedge, and no olives; olives should never belong in a salad.” Dee spoke slowly, loudly and sharply as though talking to a misbehaving retarded child.

“Yes, Miss.” The server whispered meekly.

Teresa looked at Dee curiously; Dee was usually a bubbly, bright, and happy person, with a sharp temper but still so she was surprised to see Dee so…well…angry and frustrated. But she did understand what Dee was going through; olives do not belong in salads; olives belong in martinis or on Nathan’s hot dogs. She wondered what was going on with Dee, Dee was the kind of person that is usually patience with people and gave them a million chances to get things right, well Dee was nice to everyone but Anita, but Teresa could understand that, Anita was to put it simply, a pain in the ass.

Wow! Dee must be really pissed at Matt/Lauren, Stacey thought. Dee was usually the bubbliest, bright, and gracious person ever, sharp tempered but still relatively patient; when they went shopping Dee never complained that she took way too long in the change rooms. She always thought Dee would make such a perfect Oprah; prettier though. She did understand Dee’s frustration about the mix up between the balsamic vinegar and balsamic vinaigrette, and the stale lemon. There is nothing, absolutely nothing worst then getting balsamic vinaigrette instead of balsamic vinegar, balsamic vinaigrette and balsamic vinegar tasted similar but balsamic vinegar had a crisper and sharper taste. Plus, balsamic vinaigrette had a ton of hidden calories, and they just couldn’t afford to intake those, alas women are never too thin. Stale lemon on salad is just plain gross, you use lemon juice in your salad to get a crisp sharp taste and you just don’t get that flavour with a stale lemon. But Stacey had never seen Dee this upset in her life, not even when Dee accidentally broke the heel of her neon pink Prada pumps last year. Matt was in a lot of trouble was all she could say.

“Your salad Miss, I made sure there are no olives in your salad, the dressing is balsamic vinegar not vinaigrette, and I got you fresh lemon,” the server announced breathlessly as he returned with Dee’s salad.

“Thank you, I’m sorry that I yelled at you before, I was just pissed at some people,” Dee said, feeling really bad for unleashing her anger at him instead of at Matt, she wasn’t normally like this, she didn’t know what was getting her.

“You’re welcome, Miss. I understand. The chef is sorry that he gave you balsamic vinegar and not balsamic vinaigrette” The server answered with a small smile for her, when he had gone to the kitchen to fetch the much-needed new salad he had told the story to the chef, the chef had seemed surprise that Dee had made a fuss since Dee was usually so nice to the staff.

As the server left, Dee grabbed her fresh lemon wedge and carefully squeezed some of the juice onto her salad and drizzled a bit of her balsamic vinegar into her salad. Yum, she thought as she took a bite, when she looked up Anita’s eyes caught onto her eyes, Anita was sitting with a bunch of music students and she wanted out to sit with Dee and her table, Dee shook her head the slightest bit and flashed Anita a 100% bitchy smile.

Sexy winks seal the deal

Anita froze as Dee sent her a bitchy smile; she didn’t understand why Dee would send her such a smile. All Anita wanted to do was to sit at Dee’s table so she had mouthed her request but all she got back was a bitchy smile. Anita felt like she was going to cry, she had always been nice to everyone but Dee, Jenny, Stacey, Victor, etc. all ignored her or mad fun of her. They were always dissing her in front and behind of her, it hurt.

Anita played with her salad, she hated salad unlike most of the girls at Ramsey, but she wasn’t like the other girls, they were all there because they were smart but she was only here because her dad was the principal. Anita knew she was only passing because her dad had pulled a few strings on the teachers.

She glanced down at her shoes, white stiletto boots, she had seen Teresa wearing them last year with a short, short yellow halter dress and instantly wanted them, she now had them but she didn’t look as good in them as Teresa did. No matter how hard she tried to fit in with Dee and her crew she couldn’t. Her Samsung phone vibrated as she flipped her hair.
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Text Message Inbox Anita Booth
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 9/4/07/6:37 PM

I got your little gestures but we have no more for you, so maybe better luck next year.
XOX
Dee♥
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Anita’s eyes stung a bit, she wanted to cry, Dee was just so mean to her sometimes. All she wanted were friends but it seemed no one wanted to be friends with her, sometimes she would spill her feelings to her dad but he always brought people into his office to “discuss” with them and when they left they would hate her even more. She missed her mom, her mom had died from breast cancer when she was five, she liked her life a lot better when she was little. She wished her mom hadn’t die, then her dad wouldn’t had taken the job here at Ramsey and she would still be living in her little hometown of Chatham with her friends.

Anita wondered if she should go to the party tonight, she wanted to go but at the same time didn’t want to go since no one ever really talked to her at these parties but it was fun to dance and the liquor was the best at these parties. She considered asking one of the music students to come with her to the party but she already knew the answer would be, no. Never less it doesn’t hurt to try.

She turned to Stephanie, Ramsey’s top trombone player, “You want to go to tonight’s party with me?”

Stephanie looked annoyed as she answered back, “no, I have to practice the trombone, shouldn’t you know by now?”

“I’ll come with you my love,” a male voice said.

Anita turned her eyes in the direction of the voice and saw a grinning guy with a diamond in his ear. She appraised him, she couldn’t afford to pick her friends but never less she didn’t want to go to a party with loser. He seemed like a freshmen but Anita liked his cocky manner that went along with his flirty dark green Burberry shirt.

“Come over here love,” the guy continued as he met her eyes.

Anita smiled, what if this guy was a freshman? He was such a charmer, “I’m coming love,” she replied.

Anita tried to imagine Dee and Jenny’s surprise when she arrived at the party with this absolutely charming freshman. She glanced back at the freshman and shot him a 100% sexy smile with her carefully glossed Chanel blood red lip gloss and an even sexier wink with her M-A-C lined eyes.

She wondered what she should wear because here at Ramsey, your outfit alone can make or break you. She had the prefect Marc Jacobs dress in her closet; a low-cut black spaghetti-strap dress. She should wear the dress with her silver Dior heels she thought, she sighed with pleasure that she would finally get to go to one of the parties with a guy on her arm for eye-candy. She hummed Maneater by Nelly Furtado imagining all the fun she was up for tonight.

Down the table, Riyan smiled, he had an invite to the party. That girl wasn’t exactly as gorgeous as Dee but she will do. The sexy smile she shot at him had froze him to his seat, his felt his charms working. He liked his women sexy with humour and she fit in quite well, she had responded to his charms with her own. The even sexier wink she had sent him had made him shiver, this was one hot kitten alright, imaging the look on that girl Heather’s face when he walks in with his hot kitten, he locked his eyes onto the kitten’s and winked. He could literally hear his kitten’s velvety voice singing Cassie’s Me and You.
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Text Message Inbox Deanna Rivera
Sent by: Anita Booth
Time/Date: 4/9/07/6:55 PM

Dee, that’s for your invite to sit w/you next year but I don’t have the time. See you at the party? Have fun going in alone.
Anita

A True Ramsey Ram:
Ramsey Rams play hockey, actually they live hockey

Paul glanced around the dining hall, the corner of his eyes always on Jenny, he loved her so much. She was so beautiful with her sexily layered auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. He leaned into her and snuggled into her neck. She let out a moan and gave him a peck before whispering, “we’ve got to stop, the administers like to catch us in action and give us detention,” Paul nodded and dropped his hand onto her leg and rubbed it. She gave another soft moan and placed her own hand on top of his and stroked it.

Jenny was pretty much the girl of his dreams, she was smart, motivated, talented (in all departments), and sexy. She literally made him melt in her filly soft gray blouse and uniform, her eyes dancing and sparkling at him. She was just so determined to succeed in life, and she will succeed, he knew it deep down inside.

Paul thought about Ramsey, he liked the people here at Ramsey, he knew his final year was going to be perfect, with Jenny by his side and his wine drinking mother on the other side of the planet. His room mate was a totally nice guy, even if he was the booze supplier of the Ramsey parties. He did need to learn hockey though if Ramsey was such a big hockey school, but he had never even touched a stick before much less actually play a game. But there is nothing he couldn’t do, or is there? There is a first for everything, isn’t there?

Matt’s friend leaned over, “Yo Dolce! Do you really not play hockey?”

Here we go again; Paul thought as he answered this question, “No, hockey wasn’t really that big at St. Andrew’s but I do play rugby and soccer.”

“That’s too bad because we need some new guys on the team since some of the guys graduated last year, but if you want to tryout I’ll train you.” Matt’s friend offered in a commanding voice as though Paul didn’t have a choice whether or not he wanted to be trained and was going to get trained either way.

Paul sighed, “that would be nice, I guess since we do live in Canada the capital of hockey I should at least learn the game, your training would help a lot…”Paul trailed off.

“Great! I’m Victor by the way, welcome to the team.” Victor introduced himself as he quickly explained the setup of the Ramsey hockey team.

Paul wondered what he had just gotten himself into as he listened to Victor drone on and on about the team, he was not really a hockey player but to be a true Ramsey Ram you have to like hockey. What fun, he though sarcastically, he wished he was back at St. Andrew’s with his non-hockey friends but when he saw Jenny’s eyes glowing at him he knew he was doing the right thing by joining the hockey team, because she was clearly a hockey fan.

Victor continued explaining the Ramsey Ram hockey setup, but as he explained he noticed that Paul didn’t really seem that interested in hockey and he seemed to be restless. Victor shrugged, and kept on explaining, he was sure that Paul would love hockey once he started playing; he was even the right shape and size for a defence man. Who wouldn’t like hockey anyways? Even if Paul had never played hockey before he should have at least watched a game of hockey, right? Victor’s definition of a Canadian is someone that loves hockey and roots for their favourite team while drinking Molson Canadian. His definition of a Ramsey Ram, a student that goes to Ramsey and roots for their favourite team, plays hockey, and drowns bottles and bottles of Molson Canadian at the same time while studying for the next day’s physics test and acing the test with a perfect 100%. He was a hockey lover; guilty of caring more about hockey than his girl, Teresa, sometimes, but then all of Ramsey as a bit like that; they literally cared more about hockey then their girlfriend or boyfriend during the playoffs. This was Canada for heaven’s sake.

Paul nodded and nodded at Victor’s hockey talk and tried to picture himself drowning bottles and bottles of Molson Canadian, he like Molson Canadian but he preferred something more refine; like vodka or scotch. And when he did watch hockey he never drank beer, he was more of a vodka and scotch kind of guy. He started to freak out a bit when Victor mentioned that here at Ramsey they would study for their tests and drink/watch hockey at the same time and still get perfect on their tests, what did he get himself into? He couldn’t drink and study at the same time and get perfect on a test? What are these people thinking?

*Ramsey Ram: a student at the elite high school Ramsey School of Excellence who plays, lives, and breaths hockey. A true Ramsey Ram is able to drown bottles and bottles of Molson Canadian during a Leafs game and study for the test on the day after; the student must also get over 95% on that test to be considered a true Ramsey Ram. Ramsey Rams are known to all other schools as the schools which plays, lives, and breaths hockey.

Flicking her gorgeous black over her shoulder she laid her mint green eyes on her boyfriend, Victor, he was just so adorable. He was always so nice to everyone, even to Anita who liked to spread rumours about him. He just looked so adorable in the Gucci shirt she had bought him for his birthday last year, he made her melt. They argued a lot but it wouldn’t be them if they didn’t argue. They always fought and made up literally a few minutes after. They were perfect together she thought.

Victor looked so hot as he explained the Ramsey Ram’s hockey team setup to Jenny’s new boyfriend, Paul. Victor was the goalie of the team and a total hockey nut, when she had first arrived at Ramsey she barely even knew what hockey was but after two years at Ramsey and two years with Victor she was totally sucked into the game and in love with hockey. She could do the hockey cheers as good as anyone and she had learned to drink gigantic amounts of beer while watching the Leafs and studying for next day’s test/exam and ace the test/exam.

Teresa was a true Ramsey Girl now; she had learned the Ramsey ways to do things. She was basically living the Ramsey Guide to Life now: She did the hockey partying, beer drinking, and studying. She rooted for the Ramsey Ram hockey team, she was on at least one Ramsey team; soccer and Aviation Challenge. She called all her teachers by their proper names during class but only their first names or last names when she wasn’t at lecture hall. She partied during exams and still had a 4.0 GPA. She knew how to curse in more then seven languages. She knew how to dress the part of the cocky, sexy, intelligent schoolgirl she was. She was a Ramsey Girl.

True Ramsey Rams never leaked their friends’ secrets out they keep them till they died. They were loyal and envied by all other schools. Their smart, cocky, sassy, and intelligent minds and voices were any universities’ dream. Ramsey Rams were loyal to each other and they fought together, they were all one spirit when they were at a competition against others. They were always ready to kill those who offend them they were one. Most importantly, Ramsey Rams were trained to rule.

Teresa loved Ramsey, she thought it was the best school she’s ever been to which is saying a lot since she’s been to quite a few in her lifetime. She loved the friendly people, the super high-tech computer lab, and the Olympic size swimming pool. Ramsey actually provided with the high-tech programs she needed and whenever she needed help with her C++ she knew she could find the tech teacher, Brett.

Jenny glanced over at her and smiled, “What are you thinking? You have that “I’m so glad to be me” face.”

“Not really anything but how much I love Ramsey, I still can’t believe that it’s our last year and I’m probably going to head to MIT next year, and you’re probably heading to Political Science at Harvard.” Teresa spoke dreamingly as she thought about MIT.

“I know, eh? If we were at like a normal high school you wouldn’t be able to do MIT yet but you’ll have to take some kinds of crappy degree first but since we’ll here we’re getting our degrees when we graduate in June.” Jenny reasoned as she thought about her own fast-tracking to Political Science Masters at Harvard (hopefully) instead of doing a degree with the University of Ottawa.

Normally Ramsey graduates, graduate with about two or three degrees, usually one in English, another language, and an option. In Teresa’s case she was going for four degrees; English, French. Computer Science, and Computer Engineering, she also had transferable Nano credits but she didn’t have enough to actually get her degree.

With her technical skills she was quite a good hacker and programmer, she was one of the youngest to go to MIT. Intel, NVIDA, and AMD had already given her job offers but like the other Ramsey graduates she refused and opted to go to university, well she wasn’t really officially accepted into MIT yet but Ramsey students usually get their university of their choice. Sometimes Teresa wanted to work for CSIS because she wanted to crack down on crime and it was fun to hack into people’s computers to check their records.

Teresa lifted her sparkling juice filled wineglass and clinked glasses with Jenny, “to Harvard and MIT. To ruling the rule as who we are, the Ramsey Rams.”

To: RamseyStudents
From: jenny.c@ramsey.se.ca

Dinner is finally over, get dressed and let’s get this party started! This is the time to pull out your sexiest shoes and clothes, Ramsey! Party at the usual and to be a true Ramsey Ram, attendance is mandatory.

Freshies,

Not sure where the party is? Then find out, no one is going to tell you if you don’t ask. This is the party of the year and this party can make or break you. If you just don’t show up it’s an automatic break and if you do show up it’s a test to see if you pass or you don’t pass. Think this is unfair? Tough luck, as the French say, “C’est la vie.”

People,

I do have a guy bring drinks but it would be nice if you contribute something because we don’t like moochers. It’s time to dress to kill now and bring the party on!

Update:

Newcomer L, is wondering what she has gotten herself into, agreeing to party with M tonight. Relax hun, we’re going to have fun. D is pissed at M and trying to do her nails while texting M but it’s not really working. S is trying to decide to go with her little cute black Dior dress or the hobo chic Juicy Couture dress (I’m think the little black number, S). T is silver Jimmy Choos or chunky candy-apple red Steve Maddens (I’m not sure T, they’re both totally sexy). A is redoing her lip gloss and getting ready for her date with freshman R (have you really sunken down that low A? and your lip liner is crooked). And where are our beloved men? V is getting the right martini mixed for his lady love. M is getting his goodies right and straight for the party. P is waiting for me to finish this and party. Et moi? I am wearing the most gorgeous crystal covered heels by Chanel. Jealous much?
Ciao my loves,
XOXO
Jenny

Eric: Drunken Man Whore

“Party like a rock star, party like a rock, and I told you girl…”

Stacey’s i-pod was blaring Party Like A Rock Star in her ears while she tried to decide to go with her cute black Dior mini or her hobo chic Juicy Couture dress. She thought she looked good in both but the black Dior was a bit sexier, she wanted to be sexy but she also didn’t want a déjà vu of the ruined Diane von Furstenburg skirt where Jenny’s old boyfriend, a recent kick-out, Thomas Peen, had gotten drunk and tried to look up her skirt and had accidentally lit it up with his ciggie by accident. Jenny had created a huge “natural disaster” over the affaire, openly screaming at Thomas for not quitting smoking. Jenny would not talk to her and would ignore her on campus and off, Jenny finally got Thomas kicked out and pulled herself and Ramsey together and she became one of the Force again. Stacey and Jenny had finally made up after a while when they both realized they wanted to get revenge at Thomas.

“Ping!” Stacey’s laptop let out an inbox ring. It was an email from Jenny to all Ramsey Students. Skipping to the Updates she saw Jenny would rather her wear the black Dior dress.

“The black Dior it is,” Stacey murmured as she read on and laughed that Anita was going to the party with a freshman; a freshman whom Dee had rejected, “the little slutty whore doesn’t know that she’s being used,” Stacey laughed bitterly.

Stacey grabbed her black Dior dress and slipped into it, turning to her mirror she thought that there was probably no guy that would be able to keep his hands off her tonight. Blowing herself a kiss, she glossed her lips with her M-A-C sheer pink lip gloss. Curling her hair and smoking her green eyes up with her eye shadow and eyeliner she slipped stunning diamonds into her three right holes and two left ones. Slipping on her totally glam diamond necklace and 5 inch silver Gucci stilettos she pressed speed-dial 4 and called her brother, Eric, hoping he would answer and wasn’t passed out.

“Why the hell are you calling me?” Eric screamed groggily as he picked up the phone after what seemed like four million rings.

Stacey cringed, Eric had obliviously gotten high and drunk a load of beer last night, “I just want to talk, Eric, we never talk anymore all you do is get drunk, smoke, and try to run a way from your problems. You’re even failing high school and it’s not like it’s hard!” Stacey cried hysterically into the phone, totally losing it.

Eric left out a sigh and Stacey was scared he was going to hang up on her, “don’t try to tell me what to do Stace, just because you’re at that high and mighty school of yours doesn’t make you better than me. You’re such a hypocrite, you’re telling me to stop drinking but you’re the one drinking and partying during exams!” Eric growled threateningly.

“Eric, I drink but I keep my partying and drinking under control, I don’t have sex with forty million different people every night, and I’m not failing school like you are. I think you need help and I’m only telling you this because you’re my twin brother.” Stacey returned the retort with her own iron fist.

“I don’t need your help Stacey, I’m fine. And please don’t tell me you’re still a virgin and you haven’t fucked anyone yet. I won’t believe you and even if you’re still a virgin that is so fucked up.” Silence.

Stacey tried to comment back but Eric had already hung up, she screamed in frustration and dropped her Blackberry onto her bed. She straightened up her hair and opened a new document on her laptop, and named it Eric. drunken man whore. She poured her soul into that document about her feelings about Eric until Dee called her and told her she was coming in two. Closing her document Stacey calmed herself down and pulled her self together, and hell yes she was going to need to keep herself together for this party.

Not Just Perfect but Perfectly Nice Aussi

“Gimmie gimmie, give me more….” Britney Spears’ vocals rang out into the Ramsey woods air.

Jenny smiled, Matt had outdone himself this time, music was blaring out from all around her, there was a thing about Ramsey that was totally different from other schools, Ramsey knew that they always drank and partied on the first day back and they didn’t care. In fact it has been known that teachers liked to “drop in” at the party; not to end all the fun, but to party with them and for the drinks. The Ramsey admin actually lets them do want they want as long as their GPA is at least a 4.0 and they don’t do things that are totally illegal (ex. hacking into government documents). The admin turned a blind eye to the partying and the students promised to honour the Canadian law.

“Matt, my man. Great party, you really out did yourself this time, but where is your lady love? I don’t think I have met your new girl yet.” Jenny commented as Paul came up to her and handed her drink, vodka and cranberry, her favourite. “You better watch out though Mattie, Dee is pretty pissed at you, not that I really blame her that much since Lauren did take her favourite purple Dior kitten heels and you do know that shoes and one of a girl’s best friends,” Jenny continued as Paul wrapped his arm around her waist, glad she was wearing her sexy, silky, and flimsy Dolce & Gabbana dress. Mmm…he smelt so good, a bit like Lacoste Essential.

Matt glanced around and his eyes landed on Lauren, she looked so delicious even though she certainly was dressed for the party, instead of the sexy dresses and other outfits the other girls were wearing she was wearing a random T-shirt and jeans; it was a cute all white T but not exactly party wear. He waved her over so he could introduce her to Jenny, “Jenny, this is Lauren. Lauren, this is Jenny.”

Jenny smiled, Lauren was pretty enough but her clothes were just screaming out “I’m a loser with no sense of style.” Jenny needed to give this girl a 101 ASAP, not just clothing but a head-to-toe, her hair was a bit out of style and the make up was not done properly. “Nice to meet you, Lauren, this is my boyfriend, Paul. Paul, Lauren, Lauren, Paul,” Jenny introduced.

Stacey trembled a bit, Jenny was just so gorgeous, it seemed as though every tiny bit of her was perfect, right down to her boyfriend, Paul, who was hanging onto her waist, what if Jenny didn’t like her? She spoke timidly, “Nice to meet you to, I like your dress.”

Jenny analysed Lauren again, she decided Lauren had potential to become a true Ramsey Ram, “Thanks, come with me we need to find you something to wear and I don’t have all day.”

Lauren glanced at Jenny in shock and followed Jenny back to Jenny’s room with Paul hanging on Jenny’s waist.

Back at Jenny’s room, Lauren’s eyes were bulging out; Jenny’s closet had even more clothes than Dee’s closet. She saw more than one hundred pairs of jeans, she could see some of the different labels: DKNY, Guess, Juicy Couture, True Religion, Chloe, and etc. she knew that the cheapest of these jeans were over one hundred dollars; she would have to baby sit for over ten hours just to afford one pair, must less more one hundred pairs. She watched Jenny sift through her clothes and come up with four different outfits.

Jenny leaned back against Paul with four different outfits hanging on her arm that she thought Lauren would look good in. Giving Paul a little smooch she started to show the outfits to Lauren.

The first outfit was a pretty gold coloured Marc Jacobs dress and gold Pucci heels. Jenny quickly explained that she chose this outfit because of Lauren’s goldish colouring and personality. The second outfit was a cute little Betsy Johnson baby doll dress and cute Nine West flats; perfect for her body shape. The third outfit consisted of a dove gray jersey dress over black leggings and chunky bright purple shoes.

Lauren sighed, she liked the outfits Jenny was showing her but she didn’t really see herself in them, Jenny continued,” this is a cute little dress that most people can’t pull off but you look like you can. This is a camouflage dress by Baby Phat.”

Lauren’s eyes had perked up when she heard, “camouflage dress” she looked up and Jenny was holding the perfect dress for her, she swore with happiness. Her eyes in took the cute little camouflage pattern and the sexy gold Jimmy Choo Jenny was holding toward her. She screeched with delight and grabbed the dress.

Jenny tried to calm Lauren down as she zipped her up, she explained the deal with Dee’s purple Dior kitten heels, she told Lauren to apologize to Dee and move on. Stacey calmed down as Jenny talked to her with Jenny snuggled against Paul’s lean and fit body, Stacey was loving Jenny (like over 98% of the school).

Jenny’s Blackberry buzzed as she tried she curl Lauren’s hair, she gave the curling iron to Lauren and signalled Paul to hand her, her Blackberry; it was a text message from Dee.
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Text Message Inbox Jenny Carthy
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 4/9/07/8:45PM

Jenny,

Love ♥, what is this that I’ve been hearing about you taking that bitch, Lauren under your wing? I know you probably have your reasons but have you forgotten what it means to be a Ramsey? It means to be loyal! But no you are taking a Dior kitten heel stealer under your wing, what is wrong with you and Matt?
Dee ♥
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Text Message Inbox Deanna Rivera
Sent by: Jenny Carthy
Time/Date: 4/9/07/8:45PM

Dee,

You know it’s a good thing I like you b/c the way you were texting me last time was totally not worthy for my reading. I am loyal to Ramsey which is why I have Lauren with me right now. I’m helping her find a dress, I understand the purple Dior kitten heels issue but I feel that deep down inside that Lauren is one of us, have you forgotten what it means to be senior? I have a duty as a Ramsey Senior to find those who are one of us, the true Ramseys, who are not in the right direction. Lauren might be poor but I see a sharp glimmer of the wit we Ramseys are famous for around the academic world. I suggest that you think before you do anything, Dee, of you will not be finding yourself in a very good position.
Jenny
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Text Message Inbox Jenny Carthy
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 4/9/07/8:46PM

I get what you’re doing but this doesn’t mean Lauren and I are best friends right? I don’t see a glimmer of the Ramsey wit that you see in Lauren but I have to trust you I guess since I’m not a senior. I hope you know what you’re doing.
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Text Message Inbox: Deanna Rivera
Sent by: Jenny Carthy
Time/Date: 4/9/07/8:46PM
I hope you’re not questioning me; I know what I’m doing. I want you and Lauren to hang out tonight at the party. I don’t want to hear or read a word, is that understood? I want you to try to see the spark that I see and show her around. Lauren is a great person but she did make a mistake and she’s willing to apologize to you, I’m getting her fitted up in my Baby Phat camouflage dress as we are texting. There is no way to get out of this with out defying the Wishes of a Senior.
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Text Message Inbox: Jenny Carthy
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 4/9/07/8:47PM
Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll show Lauren around and try to see the glimmer that you see but I can’t promise that I’ll be best friends with her.
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Sent by: Jenny Carthy
Time/Date: 4/9/07/8:47PM
DONE.
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Jenny put down her Blackberry slightly pissed at Dee, what was Dee thinking questioning her? She sighed and continued to curl Lauren’s hair when her hair was done she grabbed her Stella McCartney makeup bag and created a smoky sultry look on Lauren.

She cleared her throat, “Lauren, I think that you have potential to become one of the True Ramsey Rams and I’m giving the start to it, you better not fuck this up, here at Ramsey we only give one chance and this is it,” Jenny paused to draw Paul’s arm around her waist again, “I have arranged you and Dee to spend some time together and get to know Ramsey, don’t disappoint me. If you’re wondering about Matt, you have to know that True Ramsey Rams know how to balance their lives between friends and guys, don’t let me down.”

Lauren didn’t know what to say, she was grateful for Jenny’s help but she really didn’t want to spend time with Dee since Dee was so cold at her and she was sure Dee didn’t really want to spend anytime with her. Lauren opened her mouth to reply but Jenny was already continuing on and cut her off.

“I want you to scramble out of this room in 2 seconds and struting your stuff outside in three. You might become a Ramsey Girl so act like one. You can go now,” Jenny’s eyes seemed to beam at Lauren’s when she spoke those words.

Lauren nodded and ran out of the room as fast as the gold Jimmy Choos could carry her.

Jenny turned to Paul and a flirty smile replaced her serious look, “how about we do some partying of our own.”

Paul gathered her up in his arms, “I would like that,” he whispered seductively into her ear while kissing her jaw line.

Jenny shot them a mischievous smile, “lets go back to the party, I want another vodka with cranberry juice.”

Paul looked a bit surprised but he knew better than to say anything, he knew that Jenny probably had something good and juicy up her sleeve. He leaned in for a long kiss and wrapped his arm securely around her waist.

Please don’t drown shots when you’re a Drinking Virgin

“G-l-a-m-o-r-o-u-s, flying first class…by the glamorous…oh flossy flossy, I got problems up to here and people in my ears…” Fergie’s voice rang through the woods.

“What are you doing here in the woods alone, baby? You’re soo glamorous that you make me want to fly up into the sky,” a voice whispered hot and heavily into Anita’s ear. She turned around and saw the freshman,”Riyan, at your service,” he bent down and brushed his lips against her hand.

My God, he is so charming, Anita thought as he rose back into his full height, his eyes locked onto hers the whole time. He looped his arm around her waist and whispered gently into her ear, “Are you ready for the party, Madame?”

Giving a light laugh, Anita replied, “Yes, I am,” she whispered back into Riyan’s ear, her eyes glittering with Maneater playing in her mind.

As they entered the party grounds Riyan felt all eyes on him and felt that they were all talking about his, as though in unison everyone was whipping out their phones, he shook his head; he must be dreaming. He spotted the booze bar and led his lady love to it.

Bending down a bit and leaning to her ear,”Pray love, give me your name.”

Anita laughed a bit and had the sudden urge to play the mysterious Madame that were always in the shows she watched, “I’ll tell you but you have to work for it,” she whispered back sultry.

Riyan threw back his head and laughed, this was one hot kitten he thought. He liked his mysterious women and she was fitting right in, he like all women but he especially liked to work for his women. “I’m ready to work for it; bring it on,” Riyan spoke confidently.

Anita raised an eyebrow, “are you? Get me a drink will you?”

Riyan smiled wickedly, the game has began, “I will but first you have to tell me what you want.”

Different names of drinks raced though Anita’s mind but she couldn’t really place any of them, she wasn’t really a drinker didn’t even like the taste of wine so she literally didn’t have a clue on what to order, she finally came across a name she could place, lemon drops, she didn’t have a clue what lemon drops were but she couldn’t really tell Riyan she was a DV (drinking virgin), “how about a lemon drop?” she asked seductively.

Lemon drop, this girl was a party animal, Riyan thought, lemon drop as first drink of the night? This was going to be pretty hot and heavy tonight. He cleared his throat and ordered a scotch for himself and a lemon drop shot for her.

The bartender poured some liquid into a small glass that Anita knew was a shot glass; she wondered what she had gotten herself into. The guy put the shot glass in front of her and she knew she had no choice but to drink it or Riyan would find out she was a DV. Gulping the shot in one swing she thought it tasted great; sweet but a tiny bit sour. She ordered another one.

Riyan glanced at Anita in surprise; he guessed that what he had heard about Ramsey being a party school was true; if girls could sallow shots like that, they were party animals. In all of his partying so far, he had never seen a girl throw down a shot as fast as her.

Anita ordered and swallowed more and more shots, clearly not understanding the alcoholic contents of the drinks. She had no clue that since she was a DV she couldn’t hold liquor as well as the rest of Ramsey, she got drunk within minutes. She through her arms around Riyan’s neck and kissed him; giving him a lap dance as well. She heard someone in the spinning back ground chant, “Anita, Anita, Anita…” she topped over a bit and fell into Riyan’s lap.

Riyan looked down at the girl in his top disgusted, in minutes this girl. Anita had gone from sexy and mysterious to a total slut. He knew he had to get out of here fast before any damage could be done to him, he gathered from the chanting that she was a loser and not the hot chick he thought she was. He lifted her up and placed her on the bar, giving the bartender a hundred bucks,”watch her for me will you?” he left the bar with Anita passed out on top of it behind and headed elsewhere.

Grape Shots

Teresa moved her hips to the sounds of Fergie’s Clumsy. “I’m clumsy because I’m falling in l-o-v-e, in l-o-v-e.” Victor had his arms around her waist and they were grinding and enjoying their little sexual dance.

Teresa and Victor were pretty much still sober since they had been at the party for only half an hour. It takes more than a few drinks to get an Ramsey Ram drunk; even about four green apple martinis, Teresa was still cold stone sober and even after Victor’s binge of five mini scotches he was perfectly sober. They were sweaty from all the dancing for other than that they were perfectly fine and beautiful.

She was so glad she wasn’t Anita; Anita had arrived at the party with a freshman on her arm. If she had to go to the party of a freshman she would have died, Anita had gotten drunk in less than two minutes and given the freshman a lap dance before passing out. The poor freshman had given the bartender a hundred bucks and left her passed out on the bar top. She shook her head at the thought of that, she was soo glad she wasn’t Anita and hadn’t embarrassed herself in front of everyone. That girl was a drinking virgin but according to the bartender, she had drunk 24 lemon drop shots in less than five minutes; throwing back shot after shot. Shaking her had again; if you’re not a normal drinker than don’t drink.

Teresa leaned back into Victor and saw out of the corner of her eye, Dee talking to her new room mate, Lauren or something like that. Dee looked like she was going to kill the poor girl or something. She shook her head, Dee needed to calm down. She paused for a second and asked Victor to get her a drink.

“What kind baby?” he whispered into her ear sexily.

“Whatever you can find luv,” she breathed back.

Teresa watched Victor disappear into the crowd and whipped out her special edition D&G Razer to text Dee.
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Text Message Inbox Deanna Rivera
Sent by: Teresa Parlous
Time/Date 4/9/07/9:15PM
Hey sweety,
What’s with the girl, Lauren? I thought you’re still pissed over the purple kitten heel thing, spending the night with the enemy eh?
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Text Message Inbox Teresa Parlous
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:15PM
Luv,
I’m still not really over the heels but Jenny is making us “spend some time together.” She thinks Lauren is one of us so since I’m her room mate I’m the one that has to show Lauren around. I think this is soo bull, but then I guess Jenny probably knows what she’s doing, with her being a senior and all that.
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Sent by: Teresa Parlous
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:15PM
Agreed. Got to go, Victor’s back with my drink.
Ttyl luv.
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Teresa smiled as Victor headed toward her with a grape shot in his hand; he had remembered that they had met over grape shots at the homecoming party in grade ten. He was just so thoughtful and caring. As he handed her, her drink she stumbled a bit, he caught her, “Are you drunk baby?” he asked in a concerned voice.

“No, when do I ever get drunk? I’m clumsy because I’m falling in love, in love, with you,” she sang softy into his ear.

Victor chuckled a bit and led her to a quieter corner of the woods and kissed her gently. She returned to kiss with passion and things started getting hot and heavy. She groaned a bit while she explored Victor’s mouth, she was in love with him.

Enemies turned Friends

Dee signed as she glanced at the little watch charm on her Tiffany charm bracelet, she couldn’t really believe that Jenny was making her spend the party with Lauren fucking Bourne. She had spent the better part of the party flirting with Andrew, the sexy Mexican guy from her English, in a literally invisible spot at the bar while watching Lauren and Matt flirt with each other, it made her sick. She thought Matt could do better than Lauren, Matt was rich and totally hot but Lauren was a Dior kitten heel stealer. Lauren did look pretty hot in Jenny’s Baby Phat camouflage dress but she still needed a lot of help, her waist length blond hair just had to go, Dee mused. She couldn’t believe that she was still here in an invisible part of the bar; at this time last year, she was already dancing on table tops and having the time of her life; not sitting at the bar and going unnoticed. She was a drama queen not a shadow but she couldn’t do anything about it since the orders from a senior have to be obeyed if she didn’t want to be broken, but she still didn’t want to watch Lauren and Matt flirt with each other.

Lauren let Matt draw her onto his knees, she glanced at Dee, she wanted to talk to Dee but she was scared that Dee was going to lash out at her; she felt safe with Matt and didn’t want to leave. She knew she should go and talk to Dee but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the safety of Matt’s arms. She ordered another shot.

Dee snared a bit, she grabbed her green apple vodka and threw it down her throat, whispering plans to meet with Andrew later she got up and made her way to Lauren, her sizzling red Michael Kors wedges stomping, ”we need to talk” Dee fired at Lauren in a sharp voice and sent Matt an annoyed glare.

Lauren shot a nervous glance at Matt and gave him a light kiss before following Dee to a quiet corner of the woods. She wondered what Dee was going to do with her, she knew Dee was under orders to talk to her from Jenny but she was still scared.

“I’m so sorry” Lauren blurred out as Dee turned to face her, “I didn’t mean to take your shoes, it was an accident. I won’t do it again,” Lauren felt like she was going to break down any moment with Dee staring down at her.

Dee’s expression was unreadable as she stared into Lauren’s eyes but inside she felt bad for yelling at Lauren who was new here and for a second she saw the glimmer of wit that Jenny saw, hiding behind the fear in her eyes. She smiled a bit kindly at Lauren, “It’s ok, but don’t you ever do it again, if you want to borrow my heels then fine but ask first. Do I make myself clear?” she asked Lauren as she let her eyes met Lauren’s eyes.

Lauren nodded and as she glanced at Dee’s eyes she saw kindness along with toughness and bitchyness. She made a mental note not to ever cross Dee again and to always be on Dee’s good side. She was glad that Dee was no longer pissed at her; it would be hard to live with a room mate who was mad at her. She threw her arms around Dee and hugged her; Dee looked shocked as she hugged her back.

Dee laughed as she and Lauren stopped hugging, “Tell me something, did you like my purple Dior kitten heels through? Please tell me you do because those are my favourite shoes.”

“I do! I thought they were gorgeous the second I laid my eyes on them. I love your clothes; I can’t even afford even a thing.” Lauren confessed as she looked at the ground, shameful that she was from a middle class family and not the upper class.

Dee smiled, “Thanks, you can borrow my stuff though, that is if you want,” Dee said slowly, she was liking Lauren more and more by the second. Lauren was so sincere to her even though they had only really met for mere hours. She shook her head and felt her long curly black hair bounce, she shot a playful smile at Lauren, “come on, we have to go back to the party, I think someone is getting worried about you.”

Lauren smiled, “I guess,” as she turned to head back to the party.

“Wait!” Dee’s voice rang out, “I need to text my best friend, Stacey, I want you to meet her; you have to meet her before we go back.”

“Sure,” Lauren responded, happy that Dee was going to introduce her to her friends.
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Text Message Inbox Stacey Harrison
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:22PM
Ma petite trésor,
I want you to come and meet Lauren, she’s not that bad.  I think you’ll like her, meet us at the hollow oak tree. Where the hell are you anyways? I haven’t seen you since we came to the party, like an hour ago.
XOXO
Dee♥
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Text Message Inbox Deanna Rivera
Sent by: Stacey Harrison
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:22PM
Chica luv,
I’ll see you there. DONE.
Stacey
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“Come on,” Dee urged Lauren as she shoved her Blackberry into her tiny red plush Chanel clutch, “Stacey’s on her way.”
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Text Message Inbox Victor Glock
Sent by: Matt Leery
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:23PM
Yo,
Have you seen Lauren? She went off with Dee; I’m scared that Dee killed her or something. You know with Dee’s shoes.
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Text Message Inbox Victor Glock
Sent by: Matt Leery
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:30PM
Yo.
Where the hell are you? It’s been four minutes. I still can’t find Lauren, and no one has seen her since she went off with Dee. Where the hell are you? Teresa is looking for you, apparently you went off to get her a drink but you’re not here and she can’t find you, she’s pretty mad at you right now so I think you should get something to cheer her up.
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Text Message Inbox Victor Glock
Sent by: Matt Leery
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:39PM
Where the hell are you?
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Text Message Inbox: Victor Glock
Sent by: Teresa Parlous
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:39PM
Where the hell are you? You went to get me a drink like eight minutes ago; it doesn’t take more than three minutes max to get me a drink with the waiters and bartenders that Matt hires. I don’t know where the hell you are but you better get back here pretty soon.
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Best Friend’s Boyfriend and the Principal’s daughter

A twinkling laugh rang thought the woods, Stacey looked up and glanced around, there was no one there; not even Dee and Lauren. The laugh tinkered again; Stacey looked up again and followed the direction of the laugh.

Stacey weaved the way though the woods and stopped at the normally extremely quiet part of the woods. She glanced around and saw two people literally having sex on a tree stump. The guy was doing the post-sex kissing and the girl was lapping it up.

Drunken laughter came from them, ringing loudly through the air. Stacey shuddered, what a great way to have sex, when you’re drunk as a fiend. She started to turn away because there was no way she wanted to see people have sex. The guy’s drunken laughter rang again; Stacey turned back, the laugh sounded awfully familiar. She looked at the guy again, she saw dark brown hair from within the girl’s embrace, it looked a lot like Victor. The couple rolled around and the guy’s face turned and faced her; it was Victor.

Stacey felt like she was going to throw up as she felt her anger surge, Victor was cheating on Teresa because there would be no way that Teresa would agree to have sex in the woods. He was cheating on Teresa with some mystery girl. Could this night get any worst? She thought.

The couple rolled again and things started getting hot and steamy again. The girl lifted her head and Stacey got a glimpse of the face; it was Anita. Stacey’s lips open but no sound came out as she screamed; it was terrifying, seeing one of her friend’s boyfriend having sex with the most annoying loser of the school, not to mention the principal’s daughter. She turned on her heel to start to head back to the hollow tree to meet with Dee and Lauren but she was stopped by a cocky looking guy with a diamond in his ear, he glanced at Victor and Anita and grimaced.

“Oh God, what a slut,” he murmured with his eyes on Anita.

Stacey looked at him curiously, “you know her?”

The guy glanced down at her, “she brought me to the party.”

Stacey gasped a bit, the guy was Riyan, the freshman that Jenny mentioned in her last email, when she had read the email she had pictured a geeky guy; not a stud like him. “I’m sorry but we can’t tell anyone about this, please, do it for the love of God.”

Riyan looked down at her, “why?”

“The guy is one of my friend’s boyfriend, if she knew that he’s having drunken sex with Anita she will freak out; they’ve been dating since grade 10 and she’s in grade 12 now. I mean I’m pretty sure that if he weren’t drunk he wouldn’t be here; he loves Teresa. I don’t want them to break up.”

Riyan nodded, “I won’t, I can’t believe that slut,” he said while shaking his head. He offered to walk with Stacey to meet Dee and Lauren which she accepted, not wanting to be alone after seeing Victor and Anita together.

Dee looked annoyed as she glanced around and couldn’t see Stacey; Stacey was never late so why was she late this time? She better have a good reason, Dee normally wouldn’t get worked up over sometime like this but she wanted to get back to the party before it was over so she could do some of her normal partying. She glanced at Lauren who was twirling her hair nervously, “calm down sweetie, Stacey is really nice, she’s just a little late.

Lauren paced the ground and twirled her hair; she was scared Stacey wouldn’t like her. She hadn’t gotten off a good start with the Ramsey Rams so she was apprehensive about meeting Stacey. She hoped Stacey wasn’t running late because she didn’t want to meet her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dee get out her Blackberry, to text Stacey she presumed.
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Text Message Inbox Stacey Harrison
Sent by: Deanna Rivera
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:39PM
Luv,
Where the hell are you? I don’t have all day? Come now. I haven’t started partying yet so you better get your skinny black Dior clad ass over here right now.
Dee
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Text Message Inbox Deanna Rivera
Sent by: Stacey Harrison
Time/Date: 4/9/07/9:40PM
Dee,
Don’t get your totally cute black and white strapless Versace dress up your ass. I’m almost here. I’m probably going to be here by the time you get this message.
Stace
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Dee glanced up from her Blackberry and true to Stacey’s words she was here. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the guy with Stacey; it was the freshman that had tried to ask her out earlier and the guy that had been with Anita and left her passed out at the bar, well before she had wandered of into who knows where. “Where the hell have you been?” Dee demanded.

Stacey didn’t know what to tell Dee, she didn’t want to tell her about Victor and Anita because Dee would tell Teresa, she decided to opt for a small white lie, “I was with Riyan,” she tried to squeal excitedly and just to be safe she grabbed Riyan and kissed him, she did not want Dee to find out what she had just seen at any circumstance.

Dee frowned, “you do know he’s a freshman right?”

“Yeah, who ever knew that freshmen can kiss like this?” Stacey asked as she kissed Riyan again, hoping Dee would believe her little white lie.

Dee shot her the “we need to talk later” look and motioned Lauren to stop twitching nervously, “Stacey, Lauren, Lauren, this is Stacey,” she introduced.

Lauren glanced at Stacey’s face and spoke in her timid voice, “I love your dress; it’s so pretty.”

Stacey laughed and smiled, “thanks love, I love your hair.”

Dee looked at her watch again, she needed to get back to the party, “Stacey, Lauren and I have to go, Matt is waiting for her and I have to get started. Come with us or would you rather get back to Riyan?”

“Riyan, I think we have a little more stuff to do,” Stacey decided since she knew that if she said that Dee would leave her alone and she could go back to her dorm room; after the citing of Victor and Anita she didn’t feel up for partying.

“D’accord,” Dee nodded as she motioned Lauren to follow her and turned to leave, “we’re talking later though.”

Stacey glanced at Dee’s retreating back, “I don’t know about you but I want to go back to my dorm room,” she mused to Riyan.

He nodded, “I don’t feel like partying either, I’ll walk you back.”

Diamonds do the Trick

Victor woke up with a start and he glanced around him and saw Anita naked beside him. He wondered what she was doing naked beside him then he looked down and saw that he was naked too. “Oh, shit!” he yelped then glanced down at Anita, thankfully still asleep.

He felt his Blackberry vibrate beside him and saw that he had over four unread messages, he read the message Teresa had sent him and a haze of what happened flooded his mind. He vaguely remembered Teresa asking him to get her a drink, then bumping into Anita while he drowned down four or five more full size scotches. A hazy image of Anita asking him to carry her back to her dorm appeared in his head. He vaguely remembered kissing someone and someone moaning into his ear. He glanced back at Anita, “Oh, shit! I did not just have sex with Anita, did I?”

Victor jumped up and scrambled to put on his clothes, he looked at Anita still passed out on the stump, he couldn’t very well leave the principal’s daughter in the middle of the woods totally naked, he yanked her clothes on her and picked her up, he ran though the woods to her dorm hoping that no one would see him and her. Dropping Anita off at her dorm stairs he ran to his dorm room swearing the whole time.

Victor knew he couldn’t very well go back to Teresa without an explanation, he had a Tiffany diamond necklace he was going to give her later in his room. As he entered his room he thought of a plan, he would tell Teresa he spilt his scotch on himself so he had to change and take a shower and when he was looking for the necklace he couldn’t find it. He would tell her it took him over three hours to find the necklace and get cleaned up but hopefully Teresa would be drunk for once and forget about his disappearance when he gave her the necklace. Victor grabbed the blue Tiffany bag with the necklace in it and ran back to the party which was still going strong.

As Victor entered the party grounds with the blue Tiffany bag in his hands he saw Teresa at the bar throwing shot after shot down her throat looking very pissed. He approached her but all he got was a furious glare, “Baby, I’m sorry I took so long. I spilled my scotch on myself so I went back to the dorm for a shower…”he trailed off when Teresa held up her French manicured index finger.

“Do I look stupid to you? Does it take over three hours to take a shower?” Teresa fired at him, her voice rising with each word.

“No, but when I got out I thought that I should give you your present but I couldn’t find it; it was in my suitcase but I swear I took it out earlier. I couldn’t find your present.” Victor stammered as he tried to reason with her with his lie, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to tell he was lying.

Teresa beamed her angry blue eyes at him; daring him to continue and try to convince her and explain to her why he didn’t answer the phone.

He continued his lie, “I know that I should have answered your text message but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. I really wanted tonight to be perfect.”

Teresa’s expression softened, “you are so forgetful, you are always misplacing things, I just hope you don’t misplace me,” she said as her humour returned to her.

Victor wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, “I’ll never miss place you. Who want’s their present?” he asked her seductively.

Teresa gave him a sexy smile, “I do.”

“Yeah? Well you’re going to have to work for it. How about a lap dance?” Victor suggested with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, glad that she had brought his lie.

“You mean I still have to work for my present even though I had to wait for you for over three hours?” Teresa asked in a mocking shocked tone as she got ready to give him a lap dance.

As Victor leaned back into his stool with Teresa in his lap, dancing, he opened the Tiffany bag and clasped the 2.4 karat Tiffany diamond necklace around her necklace he admired the way it stood out on her; she looked gorgeous. She walked onto the bar top and then leaned down grabbing him by the collar of his shirt she kissed him. They danced on the bar top with Victor hiding his “adventure” from her.

What Happened?

Anita woke up with a start, where the hell was she? She glanced around her and realized that she was on the steps of her dorm, Nellie McClung. She wondered how she got there, her head was pounding. She remembered throwing down shot after shot trying to impress Riyan but how did she get here? A hazy image of kissing some brown haired guy came into her mind, but wait, Riyan wasn’t brown haired; Riyan was brown; his hair was black. Anita shook her head, she had probably dreamed the whole thing, she picked herself up and headed into the dorm and up the stairs to her single.

Anita reached the door of her room and fumbled with her keys before finally getting her door opened, as she entered her room she yanked the dress and the shoes off herself and dropped her purse onto the floor, she turned on the water and jumped into her shower.

As the water pounded onto Anita she thought about what happened, she couldn’t remember much except drinking shots and trying to impress Riyan, she guess that she had gotten drunk and passed out. She tried to stop at that but hazy images of kissing a brown hair guy kept popping up in her head, she couldn’t figure out who the guy was or if the images where even real. She shook her head and got out the shower to blow dry her hair. Her head was killing her; it was pounding like crazy, she brushed her teeth and gulped what seemed like four million glasses of water but she was still thirsty. She wondered if she was going to get a hangover; this would be her first hangover ever. She smiled, imaging everyone talking about her, Anita Booth getting her first hangover. She thought about Gossip Girl, “You’re nobody until you’re talked about.”

Anita made her way to her bed, knocking everything in her path, as soon as she reached it she fell onto it. She closed her eyes but she kept on seeing the hazy image of a brown hair guy, she shuddered and got up to take an aspirin to help with the pain and hoped the aspirin could help her get the images of the brown hair guy out of her head. Gulping the aspirin she made her way back to her back and promptly fell asleep.

To: RamseyStudents
From: jenny.c@ramsey.se.ca

Hey guys,

I know it’s still early and the party is still going strong but I’m wasted so how was the party? I know Paul and I had a good time. Thanks to Matt for the drinks and the party stuff.

I know all of you are probably wasted right now but I got to remind you tomorrow is tryout day. Freshies, tryout day is the day when you try out for the different sport teams; it’s literally the only day to try out for the sport teams.

Updates:
S restless and can’t sleep; tossing and turning as you are reading this. D is talking to room mate L, yes they are friends now. L is chatting with D and getting over D’s earlier chilly attitude with a dreamy expression on her face (are you thinking about M?). M in his bed looking very happy, I can’t say the same for his friend V though. V looks confused and I might be imaging, guilty. T is looking the opposite of her boyfriend, very happy about the diamond necklace he got her. A is passed out in her bed, had a fun night? Drinking and throwing back shots when you’re a Drinking Virgin. Tsk tsk. R is on the phone with his friends from who knows where and P is passed out in his own bed looking like adorable with a capital ‘A’ (I love you soo much baby). And me? I’m trying to stay awake and finish this email because I have tennis tomorrow I need a bit of beauty sleep.

Sleep tight my dears,
Jenny♥

Laptop therapy for what you’ve seen

Stacey shifted and turned; she couldn’t sleep, she looked at the clock, 2 AM. She couldn’t really blame herself since she normally didn’t sleep this early and she was usually wasted from the party but seeing Victor and Anita together had made her sick. She closed her eyes but every time she closed her eyes the image of Victor and Anita literally having sex popped up in her mind. She didn’t know what to do, she wanted to tell Teresa that her boyfriend was cheating on her but she also didn’t want Teresa and Victor breaking up. She sighed and strung her legs over the edge of her bed and made her way to her desk where her laptop was waiting for her.

Her laptop was blinking when she powered it up; she knew it was another email from Jenny. As she read the email she skimmed it before actually reading the updates carefully, she noticed that Jenny knew there was something wrong with Victor but she also noticed that Jenny didn’t know about Victor and Anita. Stacey grinded her teeth, she needed to talk to someone about Victor and Anita in the woods, she had wanted to talk to Jenny about it but now that she realized Jenny didn’t know what happened, she didn’t have the urge to talk to Jenny; Jenny was great but she wouldn’t be able to help her. Reading the “updates” again she realized that Jenny was probably going to ask her why she was so restless since Jenny had mentioned it in the email, she wondered how Jenny knew she was restless. Stacey signed at least she didn’t have a room mate anymore or she would already had spilled everything to Dee.

Stacey opened a new document and titled it, “boys cheating on friends.doc” and started to type. She described what she saw; Victor and Anita literally have sex. She added in her worries that Victor and Teresa would break up (they made the perfect couple) since she knew Victor loved Teresa but he had just been drunk. Drunk as a wino in a bar. She put Riyan in and how he had gone to the party with Anita but she had gotten drunk in literally less than five minutes and had wandered off and had sex with Victor. She added the way he made her feel safe and happy but she broke it off and went back to the way the best party of the year turned out, friend’s boyfriend cheats on her with principal’s daughter. She was disgusted with Victor and realized that Victor seemed a bit like her drunk brother, she wondered how may women he slept with while he was drunk, she poured all of this into this little document and started to feel better.

As Stacey finished typing she glanced around her room and felt a lot better, after pouring the images of Victor and Anita and her fear Teresa would find out had been replaced with a kind of peace only writing in her laptop could provide. Saving and closing her document filled with her thoughts she shut down the laptop and got under the covers feeling a lot better after her little laptop writing therapy, images of kissing Riyan floating in her mind; he was such a great kisser.

ADVIL and waffles: Perfect hangover killers

Matt squinted, who the hell had opened the curtains? Burying his head into his pillow he tried to block anything that would disturb his sleep but whoever the hell opened his window was shaking him. Matt grumbled to his new room mate, “Get whoever the hell this is out of our room will you?”

There was no reply, “Mattie, you need to wake you, you have hockey demonstrations today and I don’t think Paul is going to go if you don’t take the lead,” a female voice shook him awake.

It was Jenny, Matt realized, he made no movement to get up, he hadn’t returned from the party till four AM and it was only six AM. His head was pounding; even though he was not a drinking virgin he still got hangovers during the first party because everyone tended to be out of shape; at least I’m not Anita, he thought wryly. Matt tried to protest but felt himself being yanked out of bed and shoved into his shower, dam you, he thought as he turned on the water, Victor couldn’t even get Jenny out of the room. That guy needed to learn, well Paul might have been able to get Jenny out if he was awake.

As the hot water pounded onto Matt he felt a whole lot better, he tried to remember anything that had happened last night but all he could remember was making out with Lauren; not that it’s a bad thing. His head was pounding like crazy and he hoped he had remembered to bring Advil this year unlike last year where he had to work off his hangover.

Matt got out of the shower and grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, walking into his room he saw Jenny trying to get Paul to wake up but not succeeding since Paul clearly wanted his sleep. Jenny gave him a wink and he knew what to do; he walked over to Jenny with only a towel around his hips and gave her a big hug, “Morning Jen, excited for the hockey demonstrations today?” he gave her a peck on the cheek as he acted out the role of “girlfriend stealer.” He smiled as Paul bolted out of bed, “Lay your hands off my girl,” he growled as he put his own arms around Jenny.

Jenny smiled, “well, you’re up now so you might as well get off to the shower because hockey starts in one hour and you still need breakfast.”

Paul nodded sleepily as he headed off to the shower, he was still dog tired but he didn’t want anyone not even Jenny’s friends on his girl. He liked Matt but he still wanted Jenny for himself and only himself.

Outside the bathroom Jenny gave Matt a quick hug, “Thank you so much Mattie for helping me out, I own you one.”

“You’re welcome, thanks for leading that dress to Lauren last night; she looked so gorgeous. I love her. Where were you and Paul last night I don’t think I even saw that must of you at the party,” Matt asked as he tried to find Advil in his room.

“Yeah, we weren’t really there that much; Paul and I had a little party of our own. What are you looking for?” Jenny inquired and lifted a brow as she watched Matt open literally every drawer only to slam it shut a second later.

“Advil or something because first night back always gives me a hangover but I can’t seem to find any/” Matt replied as he kept on opening and closing doors.

Jenny opened her enormous Chanel tote and rambled around before finding and grabbing the bottle out and throwing it to Matt, “Here, I’ve Advil, knock yourself out.”

Matt grabbed two from the bottle and popped them into his mouth hoping that they would help him get out of his hangover state. He grimaced at the foul taste and grabbed his water bottle to help swinger down the taste. He felt Jenny’s eyes on him and saw her disgusted expression, “What?”

Jenny shook her head, “You don’t take Advil or anything straight, and washing it down after swallowing is just disgusting. The only time you should take pills straight is when you’re on Special K or something like that.”

“At least I’m not taking them with vodka or scotch,” Matt offered with a mischievous smile.

Jenny signed, “at least you’re not taking them with vodka or scotch,” as she grabbed an Abercrombie and Fitch shirt and van Diesel jeans out of Matt’s drawer and threw them to him, “yo, you better get dressed, you and Lauren are having breakfast with Paul and I.”

“Who’s having breakfast with whom?” Paul asked as he came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his hips and gave her a light kiss.

“We’re having breakfast with Matt and Lauren, you better get dressed,” Jenny answered back as she kissed him and proceeded to grab a plain black Dolce & Gabbana t-shirt and DKNY jeans for him.

Paul grabbed them and started to change right then and there when someone knocked the door. Jenny looked around her, two half naked guys, she hoped it wasn’t some teacher because she was pretty sure she would be suspended or expelled. Jenny reached the door and opened it, it was only Lauren, she breathed a sigh of relief, “Hi love, they’re not ready yet,” Jenny informed Lauren as though Lauren couldn’t see the half naked bodies.

Matt came and gave her a quick kiss as he looked for his Lacoste sneakers, Lauren smiled down at him; he was so adorable, beside her Jenny tapped her foot impatiently, “can you two guys be any slower? I’m literally starving.”

Paul looked up from his black Chuck Taylor Converse and flashed her a smile, “hungry for me or for pancakes?”

“Neither, waffles,” Jenny replied with a laugh, “but we need to hurry, I have tennis right after.”

Lauren cleared her throat, “do we have to be on at least one sport team?” she asked.

Jenny nodded, “absolutely yes, Ramsey prides itself on its athletic and academic students. You want to join tennis with me? Come, it’ll be fun.”

“No thanks, I thinking cross-country or something like that because I like to run a bit; I was on the UTS cross-country team last year.” Lauren confirmed.

“That’s good, our cross-country team is a little weaker than other sports so you can make that even, but just remember if you’re not excelling at either sports or academics you’re on Ramsey Probation.” Jenny commented.

“You girls ready to go?” Paul asked as he and Matt finished getting dressed, “I’m starving for the waffles that you like so much.”

“Me too,” Matt added, “I swear those waffles have hangover killing properties; as soon as I touch them I swear my hangovers are gone.”

Jenny nodded and followed Paul out of the room with Matt and Lauren trailing after them. Thoughts of flunking out of Ramsey because she wasn’t smart enough or she wasn’t fast enough floated in Lauren’s head, she hoped she’ll do fine.

After Hangovers

Dee woke up with a start, her head was pounding like crazy; she needed Tylenol or Advil or something. She sighed she knew she shouldn’t have drank so much last night since she was out of shape from a relatively liquor free summer, at least she didn’t drink 24 lemon shots in less than five minutes and lap danced a freshman before passing out, she thought wryly, like Anita. What a loser with a capital ‘L’.

Dee turned to see if Lauren was awake yet; she wanted to spill about her night dancing on top of tables with Andrew but Lauren wasn’t there. Dee sighed, she wished Lauren was there or at least Stacey was still her room mate, she needed to talk to someone, she spied a note on her laptop and got up to read it.

Hey,

I’m going to breakfast with Jenny, Paul, and my Mattie. I would invite you to come along but you’re still out cold. Call me if you need anything.
XOXO
Lauren

Dee sighed, her newcomer room mate had breakfast plans and she was alone in her room with a fricken hangover and she had volleyball demonstrations in less than 30 minutes. She groaned as she swung her legs over the edge of her bed, she needed to get something for her hangover, whose idea was it to have tryout day after the Welcoming Party? She made a metal note to find out and to kill that person

Dee rambled through her “drug drawer” and managed to find two Advils and popped them into her mouth and swallowed them down with water. She grabbed her Victoria Secret underwear and ran to the shower. Turning the water on she poured a big amount of scented oil on to the floor; its fragrance steaming up the room; she took a signed she felt her hangover lift a little but she still hoped that she would have time to grab some waffles (they have healing properties) from the caf before going to volleyball. Turning the water off she leaped out of the shower and blew dry her hair while carefully stepping into her light pink Lacoste shirt and tiny black Juicy shorts; she speed dialled Stacey in the mist of all this.

Stacey woke up with a start when her Blackberry started wailing “Girlfriend” she grabbed her phone and saw it was Dee, “What’s up Dee?” she asked groggily.

“Sweetie, I thought I was late but you’re not up yet; it’s almost time for volleyball, get your ass up and go!”

“Fine, see you in the caf.”

Stacey jumped out of her bed, her mind filled with thoughts of Riyan, they’ve had such a good time last night. When he walked her to her room he had stayed there for an hour before leaving, she smiled at that memory. She grabbed her clothes and ran the water in her shower before stepping in and relaxing a bit but she looked at her watch and realized that she had exactly 15 minutes before volleyball; going turbo speed she managed to shower within 5 minutes and managed to get into her black Guess tank top and black Lululemon shorts in less than a minute and her makeup literally took only two seconds. Leaving her room she grabbed her black Lacoste bag and stuffed her Blackberry, ipod, laptop, gum, vitamin water, and some dried fruit into it; shoving her feet into classic black Converse she ran out the door and down to the caf where Dee was waiting for her.
“Hey,” Stacey breathed breathlessly as she sat down and grabbed one of the waffles Dee had gotten her, “good night?” she asked looking at Dee literally shoving waffles into her mouth.

“Yeah, it was great. Lots of dancing and stuff, how was your freshman?” Dee asked as she shoved a piece of strawberry into her mouth.

“Riyan is great; I love that guy,” Stacey replied dreamily before remembering how she met Riyan and frowning a bit.

Dee noticed the frown, “Spill, what’s with the frown?” she demanded.

Stacey tried to control her emotions since she didn’t want to tell Dee what she saw, “I didn’t realize that it was so late, I was going to call him this morning,” she lied; hoping Dee would believe her.

Dee shook her head; her black curls bouncing, “Listen, you don’t call him but he calls you and we’ve better get going; we’re going to be late.”

Stacey nodded as she and Dee got up and started to head to the outdoor volleyball court.

“Hey girls, we’ve some new people coming today and this year we have decided to hold both female and male tryouts together,” Coach Hall called out to Dee and Stacey as they entered the court, gathering her fine blond hair into a ponytail.

Coach Williams smiled down at them, his hand holding a drawing board, “we’ve Andrew coming in to do demonstrations with us,” he told them with a marker between his teeth.

Stacey and Dee nodded as they proceeded to warm up by volleying to each other, “is Riyan doing volleyball?” Dee asked as she did a perfect volley.

“Not sure,” Stacey replied watching the ball’s angle and instantly applying trig to see how hard she should hit the ball.

“Never mind, there’s no need to ask,” Dee said as she watched Riyan enter the court.

“Quoi?” Stacey asked looking confused.

“You’re freshman boyfriend just came, look behind you.”

Stacey turned and saw Riyan, he looked so hot in his black Lacoste shirt and baggy Nike shorts. He was making her melt, she wondered how on earth Riyan had asked Anita to the party, she sighed; he was soo hot.

“Hey love,” Riyan whispered into Stacey’s ear, “I missed you, I was thinking about you all though the night.”

Stacey laughed a little; he was so charming, “I thought about you too,” Stacey whispered back but the image of Victor and Anita going hot and heavy was suck in her mind and instantly getting sick and she tensed up. She felt herself wanting to tell someone but she knew she couldn’t tell Jenny or Dee; they wouldn’t understand, “how about someplace quiet after practice and we’ll talk; find out more about each other?” she asked him.

Riyan smiled and kissed her lightly on her forehead, “that would be great.”

Anita walked into the gym and froze when she saw Riyan kiss Stacey, that bastard, she thought, what the hell is he doing cheating on me? She glared at them standing her in her white Ramsey shirt and gray shorts totally out of place, “I’ve have my revenge,” she muttered with anger in her voice.

You can hide a lot of things.
But you can’t hide some things from your Hockey Coach

Victor looked at Paul skating; he was a pretty good skater for someone who doesn’t skate. He shook his head; it was pounding like crazy, the hazy images of having sex with Anita floated in his head, he grimaced, what was he doing have sex with Anita? Teresa’s going to kill him if she finds out and she will, he knew it deep down inside his heart, she would find out that something was wrong or he wouldn’t be able to hide his guilt and spill it to her. He took a swing of his orange juice; he had no clue what he was going to do.

“Hey, how was your night?” Matt asked as he skated to a stop beside Victor, “I had the best time with Lauren last night and we had breakfast this morning, I think I love that girl.”

Victor looked at Matt envious of his guilt free night, “it was fine, did you score with Lauren?” he asked as he masked his night with Anita instead of Teresa.

Matt smile, “Lauren is such an animal inside; when we kissed it felt like she was part of me,” Matt confessed.

Victor smile, wishing he was Matt instead of himself; Matt didn’t sleep with the principal’s daughter, “Yo, don’t you think Dolce is pretty good at hockey? Considering he’s never played before.”

Matt looked in the direction of Paul and saw that Paul was doing a great job with the shooting drill; Paul was getting eight or nine shots out of ten; it was pretty impressive. Impressive overall be especially impressive since Paul was a newbie and hadn’t played hockey before.

Coach Darcy motioned Matt over to him and Victor was left to his own thoughts; the night before. He didn’t know if he should tell Teresa or not; he wanted to come clean but he loved her and didn’t want to break up with her which he knew she would do if she found out that he slept with another girl.

“Go, go, go. Faster Dolce, faster!” Coach Darcy’s voice rang though the area as Paul did the slap shot drills; he thought he was doing pretty good since this was literally his first time playing hockey; he was getting eight or nine shots in out of ten; he was pretty proud of himself. He wanted to make the team for Jenny’s sake since she was such a hockey fan; she was perfect in grades and everything sometimes he wondered why she even went out with him since she was so much better than him; he felt like he didn’t deserve her. Paul wanted Jenny to be proud of him; even if it meant slaving himself by playing hockey for her; she was just so special.

He thought about Jenny and smiled, he loved her, bring his stick up a bit he started skating and brought his stick against the puck and watched it go into the net, perfect shot. He had got ten out of ten this time.
Coach Darcy watched Dolce from the sidelines; Dolce was a good shooter, he had claimed he had never played any hockey before but from what he could see this kid was a natural. Ten out of ten shots in shoot out position; this was unbelievable. He shook his head in bewilderment, Dolce was in, he turned to his star player, captain, Matt, “What do you think about Dolce? I think he’s good but since you’re captain I want a bit of your input.”

Matt looked thoughtful before he answered,” I think Dolce will do the job nicely, he has great eye, the perfect shape of a forward, and he has great attitude. I mean look at him, he just scored ten out of ten, I know this is a empty net we’re talking about but I don’t think that even I can do that, “ Matt trailed off.

Coach Darcy nodded as he listened to Matt’s input, “ I think he’ll be good but as you said, it’s an empty net he’s shooting at, I want to try him with Victor in the net; if he can get pass Victor he can get pass anyone.”

Matt nodded his agreement as Victor was one of the best goalies ever to play for Ramsey; they had been undefeated last year and Victor had 87% of his games with a lock out.

Coach Darcy looked over in the direction of Victor, “Glock, over here,” He called and waited for Victor to skate over, “I don’t know about you but I’m think Dolce right now, he has put every puck into the net literally but we’re talking empty net here so I want you to get your butt down there and see how he stands against you,” he ordered.

Victor nodded as he grabbed his stick from the bench and skated over to in front of the net, he squatted into ready position and waited for Paul to start firing the pucks over to his direction.

Paul looked at Victor in confusion what was he supposed to do now? He glanced at the coach for instructions and noticed that Coach Darcy wanted him to shoot the puck into the net with Victor there, “not good,” he muttered as he got ready to start skating. He felt the air whip as he neared the net and shot the puck off and watched it fly slowly; past Victor’s outreached glove and land into the net. He scored! He felt a grin on his face as he looked at the puck in the net; he glanced at Coach Darcy and saw that he had a smile on his face too.

Victor looked at the puck inside the net in shock; he had not let in a single puck since February. He felt all exhausted; he felt happy for Paul since he was going to make the team for sure but he also felt like a failure; he had let in a puck. What was wrong with him? He felt like he was going to cry, the hazy images of having sex with Anita floated inside his head again, he tried to shake them out but he couldn’t.

Coach Darcy watched from the bench, he was amazed that Dolce had gotten past Victor; Dolce was a hell of a shooter but then he snapped back and saw that Victor had gotten pale. He understood why Victor would be pale; that guy hadn’t let a puck in since February of last year but Victor didn’t just look pale he looked miserable, he made a note to call Glock into his office later for a chat to find out what’s wrong; there was no way his star goalie would be allowed to be depressed doing hockey season. He looked at Dolce again and called him over, “Well come to team Ramsey, Dolce. Very well done, you shot was very precise, I think we have another cup coming to Ramsey this year.”

Paul smiled; he made the team. He gave Matt a manly hug as he glanced around the rink wondering what Jenny would say, he was obsessed with her and he knew he would make her proud of him.

Coach Darcy looked at his watch, it was 12:24 pm, “Ok, everyone I think it’s time for lunch, I expect you all to be back here at 1:30 pm. Glock I want to see you in my office later. Have fun at lunch guys.”

The guys skated off the ice, one by one they entered the locker room but Victor stayed on the rink with the nasty images of having sex with Anita suck in his mind; he couldn’t get them out, he couldn’t hear anyone all he could think of was Teresa and what she would do when she finds out that he had cheated on her drunkenly.

Darcy looked at Glock that poor guy was still on the ice; he skated over, “Glock, what’s going on? You look like you’ve done something bad and you’ll waiting for punishment.”

Victor looked up, shocked to see that everyone else was gone and Coach was standing in front of him, “Coach, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

Victor took a deep breath, “have you ever cheated on your girlfriend or someone without noticing it before you’ve done it?” he blurted out uneasily.

Coach Darcy looked thoughtful as he thought about it, “no, I haven’t but why?”

Victor didn’t know what to think, he wanted to ask Coach Darcy for advice but he was scared that Coach Darcy would suspend him because he had sex with the principal’s daughter, he decided not to tell Coach Darcy, “nothing, I’m just wondering,” he tried to lie even thought he knew he sounded fake.

Darcy looked at Victor not believing a word of the hasty, badly, corrupt lie, “fine, have a nice lunch,” he told Victor; knowing Victor would tell him sooner or later like he always did.

To: RamseyStudents
From: jenny.c@ramsey.se.ca

Sweeties,

Are you up yet? Shame on you if you’re not because tryouts are going on right now and you need to get your ass out of your bed NOW! It’s almost lunch time for heaven’s sake. I hope you all still remember that here at Ramsey you need both sports and academics. We’ve a few really good teams here: volleyball, cross country, basketball, track, hockey and of course, my sport, tennis. Don’t you think that tennis is the best sport ever?

How did you people like that party last night? I loved the drinks and the minty mini cream puffs, I thought that was a one great party.

Updates: S (love the shorts) and D at volleyball; R is there too; R and S having a great time together. A (not really liking your outfit right now) is also there but instead of really playing she is spying on S and A. What are you looking at A? Finally get that R doesn’t like you anymore; I mean after that slutty show last night I’m not sure anyone is going to being dating you for a little while. T is at soccer, beating the ass of everyone. V, M, and my boy, P are at hockey tryouts/demonstration, P is surprisingly good for someone that has apparently not played hockey at all. That’s my boy. And me? I’m playing tennis here; I love tennis.

XOXO
LUV,
Jenny♥

Dark Brown hair & Green Eyes are Absurd

Anita tried to spike the ball over the net but she missed, “Fuck,” she missed but that didn’t matter because she knew she could get her dad to put her on the team but still. She glared at Stac