Lavender snickered when Reneé had to get her cellphone for permission. What a baby. Most kids this day and age had already proven their worthiness at being let outside alone, instead of being on a protective mommy and daddy leash. Hau. Even if they thought that she was too immature, Lavvy still didn...

The sobfest right on her chest made her feel vaguely violated, but that was put aside when Mariavel decided that now was a good time for conflict. Lavender's slightly gaping upper lip stung warningly, reminding her of the last time there had been an estrogen battle. A second one, and Lav knew that s...

There was something oddly familiar about the girl next to her. Something about her face, or maybe the red hair was clouding up her judgement. After that incident with the other redhead back at the store, Lavender's opinion of girls of that hair type was lowering drastically. Blegh. She was going to ...

Great. She was bleeding . Lavvy hadn't expected all of that to happen, really. One thing had lead to another, that's all. She hadn't expected Mariavel to become involved. That was entirely uncalled for, but atleast Darcy and that other girl were away from her. Red had retreated into the changing roo...

First, a view of that redhead's face, next, a lovely floor scene. She hardly had time to groan about the new bruise before a fist slammed into her mouth. Her lip split, a whoosh! of blood coming out of her when Darcy got a second hit in the same place. Then, with a punch to the throat, Lav was wheez...

Relax... And she did, sending apologetic looks between Darcy and Mariavel. Some people had stopped tending to their tasks, whatever they may be, to stare. Lavender hadn't meant to go as far as to embarass all three of them. That stupid green eyed monster inside of her decided to show its face and c...

Lavender felt like she was in one of those cheesey movies where the camera starts to tilt like the hands of a clock. Her mind swirled like ambience, her face twitching gently as she stared at Darcy's face. That look... That I'm sorry I can't tell you look... because I'm such a good friend. Such a be...

Did she hate the Bloody Fists and everyone in it? Yeah, that much was true, save for Mariavel, of course. Thank God, though, it was nobody from it. All the boys in that gang were desperate to get off on something. Did Mariavel and Darcy not realize that they were completely useless to those Fists gu...

Lavender had Darcy exactly where she wanted her. In an empty dressing room, where no one, especially not Mariavel, could see her get roughed up. Now, what would a good excuse be? Oh, no, Mariavel, Darcy fell in the room and bumped her head! I think she has a concussion! From the minor sports that sh...

It took a minute to dawn on her that her Nice Lavender acts weren't as perfect as she had thought. Obviously, something was going wrong with her performances according to the way that Darcy had indirectly called her fat. Eating too many bonbons? Lav looked down at her shirt. She'd always thought tha...

Oh, great. She was here. It wasn't like Lavender had anything against Darcy as a person. ...Okay, yeah, she kind of did. It was that whole butting in thing that she did. Case and point, Lav and Mariavel hadn't even invited her to the mall. Or atleast, if Mariavel had, Lavender hadn't gotten the memo...

(( OOC: Continued from Give Me What I Want .)) Lavender snickered. Not at Mariavel, no, she was holding back laughter at a girl on the other side of the store. She was holding up the same top, only the colors were reversed and faded to a point where the vowels were virtually invisible. There was som...

"My name is Meri." She looked at Deliah's hand wearily, half expecting some joke to go along with. One of those stupid things from elementary school when you go on a long thing about Earth's skies and grass and how you've used that hand to wipe your hind area. Nasty. Meri had been at the e...

(( OOC: I would've posted earlier but I wanted to watch a movie. Sorry. X_X)) "That? Um, that was me getting mad at Gilroy the school." Meri squinted, trying to remember the other girl's name. Usually, her memory was next to perfect. Maybe her Dad was right about getting more sleep. Was th...

7:05 AM on the nose. Meri Lennart always showed up at that time. The teachers really didn't mind it, 'cause all the girl did was poke around the music room. Messing around with the midget trumpets was fun in itself. Fat brasses, horse hair, and baby smooth mahogany. Meri had played in her old school...