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Like this post if I owe you!

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I believe the question here is "How could you resist inviting your extremely handsome boyfriend to a Hedley concert?". That sounds like a good idea, but we can stop and get something to eat if I pick you up at seven.

I thought so, how could you resist an evening with your girlfriend?  I was thinking maybe you’d be pick me up at eight so we can go backstage?

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I suppose they believe we'll be more willing to open up while we're still half-asleep. I don't see the logic there, but then again, I'm not a forty-something year old that has nothing better to do than force a bunch of kids to sit in a room until one of them says something pitiful. Trust me, so do I. The guys here are disgusting slobs. I can't take it. 

Is it really necessary for our group meetings to be so early? I don’t know what to point of having them at all is, anyway. It’s not like anyone ever talks. We just sit there, stare at each other.. pretend to know what to say when someone does talk. Ugh, I just want my own bed back. Sharing a room is just awful.

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Okay, I'm sorry to say this but I'm going to need to go on hiatus for a few days. I have a few things I need to get done, and can't pay as much attention to this account as I would like to + this muse doesn't work well under pressure. I'll be back on Sunday.

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Well, I don't know. I would have to check my schedule first...

Well, seeing as I'm free, I would love to.

I have two tickets for the Hedley concert tonight, do you want to be my plus one?

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The idea was never up. I could make it amazing. That's true. But I'm going to need some help from my little blonde friend. You'll help me out, right?  I didn't say there was anything wrong with that.

Well hey, don’t put the idea of it being an amazing party down so fast. I mean you’re Miles Hollingsworth III, you bring all the excitement, or at least I think so. Well, nothing wrong with that.

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Yep. You get one more night at the Hollingsworth Mansion. Consider yourself lucky. You would be very boring, but getting crazy drunk wouldn't be the best thing to do either. Uh huh, good for me. I'm not going to be held responsible for the deaths of reckless morons.

Well good thing it’s not up to you, then. I am, how boring would I  be if I didn’t have as much fun as I possibly can? I mean it’s not a great thing but if it gets you by then good for you, I guess.

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I knew I could count on you. Ha, no. The only people who'd be talking about it would be the teachers, but who wants to eavesdrop on those conversations? That's alright. I figured you wouldn't be.

Well how can I ever say no to one of your fathers fun campaign parties? I’m sure it will be the talk of all of Degrassi. But I don’t know about the drinking part, but of course!

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It's not an act, my dear. If it were up to me, I wouldn't allow you within 15 kilometres of my house, but we can't have everything we want. Are you looking to get turnt up? Is that what you're trying to say? That would be a good idea. You say that like it's a bad thing, but thank you. 

How much longer do you think you’ll be able to act like you don’t want me there? I wouldn’t say branded, but Sangria isn’t exactly easy to turn up with, if you know what I mean. So I should leave the Jack at home, then.. Whatever, I’ll find something that’s Miles-friendly that won’t bore everyone to death. See you there?

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It was Miles' least favourite time of the day; Mr. Perino's history class. He did well in the class, but it was usually so mundane. Every single class, Perino would walk around the room and lecture the students, stopping after about six minutes to give his own terribly drab anecdotes that usually had nothing to do with the lesson at hand, and questioning the students that could hardly keep their eyes open, let alone recall what he had just said. The only good thing about the class were the people shared it with. He drummed his pen on the desk as he waited for the bell to ring, offering Maya a brief wave as she entered the room and sat down in front of him. He couldn't help but overhear her brief conversation with Tristan about missing lunch because she had something to do. He was about to make a snide comment, but Perino's entrance into the classroom told him that now wasn't the best time to do so. He decided to save it for later. The lecture began and went as usual. Miles scribbled down a few notes every now and then, but listened in for the majority of it. He was more of an auditory learner anyway. He heard something crinkly hit the floor, but didn't think much of it. For all he knew, it could've been a simple chewing gum wrapper. When Perino made it to the row he and Maya were sitting in, and picked up the source of the crinkling sound, he realized that things weren't as simple as he'd assumed. His eyes fell on the bag of weed the teacher was holding, and shifted between it and Maya. How long had she been doing this? Although she'd crossed him as the rebellious type, he'd never thought that she was into drugs. Realizing that Maya was incapable of coming up with a plausible excuse of her own, he interceded. "Um... It's mine, sir. The doctors prescribed it for my glaucoma, and it must have fallen out of my bag. My apologies." he told the male teacher. "The school handbook dictates that all medical, er, herbs should be left with the nurse. I'm going to let this little incident slide, but I will not be so merciful if this happens again. Do I make myself clear?" Miles nodded. "Yes, sir." The teacher went back to his rounds, and as soon as Miles saw he had his back turned, he tapped Maya on the shoulder. "You owe me, Matlin." he whispered before reclining in his chair.

Blackmail // Matlingsworth

"So… what exactly do you need it for?" Zig asked, leaning against the brick wall behind him. They were outside and a far enough distance away from any nosy ears. Maya bit the inside of her cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear and shrugging. "No reason. I’m just… curious." Zig arched a brow. "Curious." He echoed, to which Maya nodded. "Please, Zig." She begged, taking a step toward him. "I can pay you." Zig sighed, reaching into his jacket to retrieve a baggie of weed and handing it to her. "It’s free. For you. Only this once, though." He said. Maya beamed and quickly stuffed it in her backpack before throwing her arms around him. Just then, the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Maya reluctantly pulled away, giving him one last smile before heading inside so that she wouldn’t be late for her next class. She arrived just in time, taking her seat beside Tristan and in front of Miles. "Where were you at lunch?" Tristan asked, leaning over to talk to her. "I had something to do." Was all she said. She wasn’t about to admit to Tristan that she had been with Zig, trying to buy drugs off him. The class grew quiet once Perino walked through the door. As he started the lecture, Maya took out her notebook to jot everything down — unbeknownst to her, however, the ziplock bag fell out, landing in plain view. It wasn’t until Perino was doing his rounds, walking between the rows of desks to make sure everyone was paying attention and not texting or passing notes, that she realized what had happened. "Lose something, Miss Matlin?" Maya glanced up to see Perino looming over her, baggie of weed in hand. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to try to explain, but nothing coherent came out.

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Well, father dearest is hosting a campaign party at the house tonight and told me I could invite a friend. You up for cracking a few bottles with me, Matlin?

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I'd like to apologize for my inactivity over the past few days. School has been kicking my butt, and it seems as if this week is the week the teachers want everything from me. But I'm here now, and replies will be up shortly.

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Great, I'll let Chewy know to add one more to the guest list. I figured as much, and I would personally prefer for you to stay away, but peer pressure is a terrible thing. Wow, I share some with you one time and I'm branded for life. Just don't bring anything hard core. I want people to have fun, not get crazy wasted. 

A party sounds fab… But only because Frankie and Tristan. I usually wouldn’t be so willing to make an appearance at your house, but I’ll be there. And I’ll bring some decent booze because I don’t feel like drinking your daddy’s wine all night again.

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Or you can come to the party Chewy and I are throwing tonight. You know, normally you wouldn't be so high up on the guest list, but Tristan and Frankie insist that you come and have some fun.

But if you'd rather sit at home and watch cancelled teenage dramas, be my guest.

It shouldn’t be this hard to find something going on around here.. Looks like I’ll be burning through another season of One Tree Hill tonight.

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Neither am I, but I will if I know it'll get my point across. Tori Santamaria, are you suggesting we hang out, or am I not reading into this properly? You should listen to my plans. They're the best plans ever. Have you met my friend Chewy? Do you have any idea how many times my ideas have saved him from the friend zone? Whoever told you they didn't work out lied to you. I'm not delusional. I'm 100% certain that I caught a hint of honesty in that statement. Don't mention it. I'll take that as a compliment.

I’m not exactly one to just show up places I’m uninvited. I could always just find other people to hang with. Funner, better looking people. Plus why would I listen to a plan Miles Hollingsworth cooked up? I heard those don’t exactly go well. No offense. Oh please there was no honesty in that at all. You might be a little delusional. In that case, Thanks, Hollingsworth. You aren’t half bad, I guess.

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But if you're lucky, they'll be so annoyed with you showing up univited that they'll stop excluding you from things. It sounds cheesy, I know, but it might be crazy enough to work. Miles Hollingsworth isn't just anyone, except for in this situation. That's really creepy, but I'm glad you're finally admitting it. Sarcasm? Sorry, I couldn't hear the sarcasm over the honesty... Okay, you win. But I mean that in the most sane way possible. You're pretty cool, Santamaria.

If they didn’t want me to come, I don’t exactly want to be around. I didn’t think I needed them to have fun. Guess I was wrong. Maybe you aren’t included, plus I thought Miles Hollingsworth wasn’t just anyone? But fine, yes Miles, that post was a Miles-summoning ritual. I just couldn’t get enough of you. Note the sarcasm. Oh, so you can’t get enought of me?

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Frankie just showed me the Sharkeisha video. I don't understand the hype around it, but it taught me never to steal someone's man unless I feel like taking a falcon punch to the face. Anyways, how is everyone?