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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Being one of the top-dogs in his fraternity- even though he was still grades below his superiors- gave him the privilege of picking party dates. The last two frat parties he'd thrown exclusively had gone pretty well and had been talk of the campus for quite some time.

That was both a good and bad thing. The good thing was, the fraternity was staying on the radar in a big way. The bad thing about it was, crashers. He knew they were there, right now, at this very party. It was easy to pick them out because they stuck out like sore thumbs. They were the scum of society that had been turned out by the very fraternity, and yet kept coming back anyway.

It was fraternity procedure to play it cool, though. The parties weren't exactly invitation only. But you just knew if you were invited or not. And some of these people were so obviously not.

Simon didn't pay much mind to them, though. He was busy with his own people, mainly the chicks. A plastic cup full of hard liquor in one hand and his other arm slipped casually around the blonde girl he'd been talking to's waist, the party was going well for him. He was hoping to get this girl off to his dorm room in T-minus thirty.

It was how he always closed his parties. Banging a hot piece of ass. It tended to work out pretty perfectly for him. Sometimes the party took other turns. He was really hoping this wasn't one of those parties.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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Cheyenne Kingsleigh was on a warpath. The vibrant twenty-one year old had heard a whisper of some freshman shit talking her, and tonight she intended to put an end to it. She may not be the toughest girl her size, but from what she'd seen of Simon Chapman, he wasn't exactly a cage fighter himself. A frat party, hosted by the little shit himself, would make it easier to track him down and give him a piece of her mind.

I will not have some smartass boy bash my, well what's remaining of my reputation. She thought, angrily. Chey stood outside the party, taking in one last drag of a cigarette before flicking it aside and grimacing.

First, she'd have to find him. It wouldn't be too hard, though. If he was the prick she thought he might be, he would be in some corner, looking at every girl that passed him with greedy eyes. With quick movements, Chey slipped into the crowd and began her search, trying not to get distracted by the large amount of alcohol that seemed to chant her name.

Cheeeey. Come drink with us. Loose yourself...Just a little-

There he was. He had an arm around a blonde, who looked, in Chey's opinion, dumber than a rock. She almost started laughing, picturing the scene after she walked in and broke his nose. There was no way the blonde would stay attached to him when blood dripped down his face in a very unseemly manner.

Though Cheyenne was a very firm lesbian, she could see what other girls liked in Simon, at least his looks anyway. He wasn't too shabby looking, and had a nice smile, but his snotty, brat-like personality was very apparent, even from a distance.

Alright Chey, let's wipe the smirk off his face, And with that, she stepped up to him, frowning.

"So, you got something to say to me?"

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Your lies are clouding up my thoughts everyday;
(Seeing your motives realizing it's jealousy)

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[quinnie]

Why was she here? This wasn't her thing, being in a party with people she barely knew. Her grandpa would kill her if he ever found out. Maybe that was why Quinn was here. To test the waters, like an idiot while her grandfather was out of town. Her grandma was the more relaxed one and had even shown Quinn how to put on eye-shadow for this event.

So here she stood, in a corner of the room sipping on her plain old boring soda. There was no way she was getting drunk, it was hard enough for her to be social sober. People didn't seem to notice her. They never did, she just blended in so well. She reached up pushing back some of her blonde bangs, her hair was pulled back with a simple pink ribbon that didn't exactly match her dress.

Her eyes were starring at the man of the hour, Simon Chapman. It was a stupid little crush and she knew it. It was also extremely shallow. She liked him for his likes, she could admit that. Though the young girl would love to get to know him better. Hell she was the type that wanted to get to know everyone. They were all possible friends, she wasn't one to judge people. At the moment he had his arm around some blonde which made her twirls her nervously. Then another girl came in, and things felt tense.

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Every once in a while Simon would glance around to take in how many rejects had showed up and were sharing his air. He was mostly doing this to fill up the time it took for the blonde to process any type of conversation and come back with some kind of answer. She was so wasted. Good. That's how he wanted her.

He spotted another blonde, shorter, much shyer off in the corner. Reject. She didn't seem like she'd present any sort of threat or issue to the frat, though. She actually seemed like the poor girl who spent her whole life in corners and had come here to go out on a limb...just to stand in another corner.

Simon didn't know the feeling. He'd always been in the center of the room, being the center of attention. It was just how it was, how he needed it.

Before he was really aware of it, another reject had arrived and was actually kind of getting in his face. The blonde registered this new arrival with some sort of half-giggle, half-disgusted noise. Raising a brow at the girl who stood in front of him with her shoulders squared, he just scoffed (that was proper frat boy etiquette to any outsider).

"Why would I have anything to say to you?" He asked shrewdly. "I don't even know you." He informed the girl, although he did. He'd made several crude comments about her to his fellow frat brothers, as he did about anyone who wasn't on his rung of the social ladder. His arm had slipped from the blonde girl's waist and was folded imperiously along with his other arm against his chest, as he scrutinized the girl who'd approached him further.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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Cheyenne found herself smiling at this stupid boy and his drunk blonde eye candy. He was bluffing, she knew that much, but she also knew that she was half a second away from strangling this child. She took a moment to pretend to contemplate his response, with a thoughtful look.

Kiss your nose goodbye, was the last clear thought she had before her built up adrenaline kicked in.

Cheyenne had done enough karate/boxing classes to know how to mess up someone's face, and this boy had practically given her an invitation. Maybe she was over-reacting. Maybe. Never the less, she intended to make an example of little Simon, and teach him a lesson he shouldn't soon forget.

She balled her fist, and brought it back, right onto the center of his face.

With a satisfying crack, Chey knew she had done damage to the boy that would leave him scarred, at least while it healed and the swelling went down. A broken nose, just what the doctor ordered to knock him off his pedestal.

Have a nice fall, Simon

"Next time, be careful who you trash talk." She paused, checking her hand for blood.

"And if I ever hear that you're spreading shit again, I won't stop with just your nose."

Her smile grew larger as the surrounding crowd's eyes grew almost in sync. She felt proud, and riled up. It had been a long time since she'd hit someone full-force, not the playful fighting she did with her friends.

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(Seeing your motives realizing it's jealousy)

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[quinnie]

Quinn was about to go back into her own little world. Smoothing down her dress, and looking away embarrassed as Simon glanced at her. God she was stupid, she should just leave before things got worse.

Too late. As she started to look away, she saw the girl lean back and suddenly punched Simon. What in the hell was going on here!? Quinn moved fast over to them.

First she bent down to Simon."Are you ok?"she asked, obviously worried. She glanced towards the girl. Wondering what had set her off like this. "......You ok?"she asked looking the girl in the eyes.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

This was so typical for Simon. He ran his mouth, he got his face punched in. It had happened several times before- and just in the last month too. The boy just couldn't seem to fucking learn to shut up, to just stop fucking talking so much. Each time he was taught his lesson over again, it seemed they found a new way to teach it to him.

This time it was in the lovely form of a broken nose. He'd stumbled back, hands flying immediately up to his face. Blood started to drip quickly into the palm of the hand he cupped his nose in. "What the fuck!?" He'd growled over at Cheyenne before the other girl who had formerly been secluded to the corner had run over.

"Of course I'm not okay! The bitch broke my fucking nose!" He hissed at the girl. He knew it wasn't her fault- it was most definitely his, but he was quite pissed off with the new direction this party had headed in.

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[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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Cheyenne glanced at the girl who had spoken to her, looking her over from the corner of her eye. She had already turned to make her way to the liquor, but the voice stopped her. Was she okay? Definitely. She was extatic, if anything.

"Me? Of course I'm okay," She said with a devilish smirk, then looked over at Simon, shrugging like it was the most normal thing to do at parties.

"Don't worry player, it'll heal. Maybe a little more crooked than before, but it'll heal," Reassuring him made her laugh. If anyone in that room deserved a broken nose, it was that boy. She was in her own little happy land of enthusiasm, and decided not to correct his 'bitch' comment with a matching black eye.

Stupid boy, she scoffed at him, almost willing him to fight back. For a brief second, she considered spitting at him, but the steady flow of blood seeping from his nose was satisfying enough for her. He got the message, hopefully, and she'd never have to see his punk-ass again.

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Your lies are clouding up my thoughts everyday;
(Seeing your motives realizing it's jealousy)

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[quinnie]

"You need ice...."Quinn said softly to Simon as she saw the blood gushing forth."Tilt your head back....." This was all so confusing. The girl seemed calm now, but Quinn could never get her head around just punching people out of anger.

She got up quickly, and soon came back with a paper towel wrapped around some ice. She held it out to Simon."Here.....this will help."she smiled softly.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon gave Cheyenne a steely glare for several moments after her comment, refraining from saying anything that would probably get his ass kicked further. He knew he wasn't a fighter, didn't have the instinct in him, he supposed. He just always had something to say. And people usually didn't like it. It was like an unhealthy habit of his, and in the end he got fucked up the worst. Did that mean the cycle was going to end here? Probably not.

"Oh, will it? Gee, that makes it all fine and dandy then." He'd grumbled huffily in Cheyenne's direction before eyeing Quinn as she shuffled off to get him ice. Did he even know this chick? He supposed it didn't matter as long as she was getting him ice. Still, he glared at the ice for a second or so, still moody and bitchy as Simon Chapman ever was before taking it.

"Yeah, thanks." He mumbled in something along the lines of feigned appreciation as he held it up to his nose, wincing slightly. Simon didn't really take help with the warmest regards, he always had to be just a little bit snooty towards anyone who offered him a hand. Another bad habit of his- part of the reason people usually didn't help him out anymore. Looking down at the white v-neck under his letterman jacket, he spotted places where blood was already drying.

"God dammit." He grunted. This night was just getting better and better.

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[quinnie]

She could detect a tiny,tiny bit of anger and felt a bit hurt. She was just trying to help. Quinn handed him the ice and backed away. She smoothed down her dress."Just trying to help."she said softly.

People were watching them, and it made sense they would. A person had just been hurt, and they were whispering about how Simon got punched by a girl.

Though with so many eyes on them, Quinn was feeling shy. Slowly she started to back away from the crowed. Messing with her hair, still glancing at Simon slightly.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Your voice is clawing at my ears all day;
(Leaving me restless and plaguing my mind)

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Chey allowed herself one last, long stare at Simon, pitifully covered in his own blood, then, with a very fake, stiff salute, turned on her heels and walked away. Simon had another blonde already clinging to him, babying him with ice and soft words.

What a drama queen. Cheyenne had been in that situation, her nose gushing and pain nearly causing her to burst into tears, but where she grew up you learned to take it like a man and stay standing. She didn't think that was exactly the right thing to teach young children, but it had saved her ass quite a few times in high school when other girls got it in their heads that they could actually try to jump her.

She had no intention of wasting her opportunities, she was at a party after all, and that meant she could drink to her heart's desire and not have to spend a dime. She caught more than a few people giving her uneasy looks as she filled a cup and began sipping away.

What a lovely night it had turned out to be, Chey now leaned against a wall with a plastic cup clutched between her fingers. The party was buzzing, which was a nice surprise. Simon? Hit by a girl? Cheyenne thought she had even heard someone whisper 'Again?', but that may have just been her imagination. Either way, she was more than content to take her fill and leave without anymore scenes.

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Your lies are clouding up my thoughts everyday;
(Seeing your motives realizing it's jealousy)

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