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Where, oh where can Creed be? In the last week it seems as if he’s just disappeared entirely. In truth he’s been burying his nose in college tours that have absolutely no interest in him. His return to school was a soft and quiet thing, and since then he’s been focusing on his studies. All qiet on the front ... for now.

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oo1,

Things have been mostly quiet on the Blackwell front. Going out of his way to ask Beth Harwood to the prom in a show of semi-romance, Creed secured himself a date on someone whom he seems to be spending slightly more time with. Voicing displeasure at the shenanigans at the prom and mostly quiet during the after party, it seems that he’s one of the few students who was more awake and alive during the Monday morning school stream. His focus has been more on academia than not, which is actually saying something.

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Their ass, not mine. So long as they don’t box me off from using the bathroom I don’t care.

People are such idiots. God.

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To each their own. They’re probably the clowder of dateless nobodies with nothing better to do.

Oh, fuck, of course there were.

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Head into the back and see for yourself. Or hear, rather. They’re hollering loud enough.

Wait…Seriously?

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I can’t say I’m exactly surprised that it’s a thing. I can’t even say that I didn’t expect it. At the very least it’ll be amusing when they get removed.

The fact that half the school are fucking morons? Probably a mix of both.

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Aside from the punch being spiked, there were kids tossing cherry bombs in the bathroom. I wonder if it’s a product of the spiked punch or ...?

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Prom 2015.

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Nola: yeah yeah

Nola: as in id do some of your homework duh

Nola: fine that's fine

Creed: But I do my own homework? I'm capable?

Creed: It's a deal then. What math level are you in, anyway?

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Whose on a Bravo show? It’s sure as shit not the Blackwell family. I think all of the upper-crust blue-bloods are melding together to you. Pay attention, Smythe. Pop quiz in tomorrow’s class.

Not particularly, but you made it seem like a big deal, so ...

I have to make nice with them, I think you’re forgetting not all the rich kids at WIHS are so fortunate to be on some Bravo show.  Yeah, nice.

Wouldn’t you like to know.

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Nola: don't be mean to me ok? I'm having a bad week

Nola: I don't know

Nola: money, sex, homework

Nola: I have many talents

Creed: This isn't me being mean. This is me being sassy.

Creed: Why would I want your homework? I also have all of those things.

Creed: So .. how about a favor to be owed later?

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Nola: I'm an ap student with straight a's

Nola: in every class but math

Nola: name your price

Creed: It's like I've never been in an AP class before, or gotten straight A's. What's it like?

Creed: Oh wait, you don't know, because you have a 'C' in math.

Creed: That's not how paying someone back works. You offer something to barter.

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Nola: don't sass me

Nola: you should seriously help me

Nola: I don't do well with C's

Creed: But C is a good letter. My name starts with a 'C'.

Creed: Compensation. I help you and get what in return?

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Nola: go

Nola: fuck

Nola: your

Nola: self

Nola: and learn how to spell 'language' dipshit

Creed: Oh no. A typo that auto-correct didn't catch. How dare I be anything other than human?

Creed: I was going to offer my help to you, being that I'm top of the junior class and all but ...

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It’s almost as if Walters was even relevant to me. I’m not taking it as an invitation, trust me. As much as you’d be adverse to the interaction I think I’d have a more lucky time peeling wall paper with my nails. The road goes pretty far, you’d be surprised.

Not much longer as in, you're going to get magic surgery to become a robot, or not much longer otherwise.

I’ve been to Walters’ parties, Chet’s super interesting.  Didn’t know boys could look so good on cocaine, but you know—WASP privileges.  Glad you picked up on it, don’t take it as an invitation.  Just wanted to see how far the rod up your ass goes, Blackwell.

Not for much longer.

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Nola: bring up my math grade up and I'll do whatever the fuck you want me to do

Creed: Wash your mouth out with a bar of soap young lady, that is just not proper languge

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I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not because they’re extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.