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[OAKLEY JAMES]

Was it really necessary to try to beat Oakley James at her own vicious game? Ugh, Mason Keller. Did she not know that Oakley actually had a reason for the way she acted? Her father barely acknowledged her. She ha to do SOMETHING to get his attention. Even if that meant getting in a birch fight with a little genius. 

Scoffing at the thought of her previous conversation, the brunette stepped out of the lecture hall and began storming down the hall to a certain someone's classroom. Boy, was she pissed. The way her fists were clenched, her heels making loud slaps on the tile, her eyes squinting in anger and looking down at the ground below her. She needed to get her mind off all of it. Why hadn't she beaten the girl to the ground?

Not paying attention, Oakley continued to make her way through the halls, her eyes still plastered to the floor. She was so ashamed at herself for not showing that girl who was boss. Not until she ran into someone did she snap out of her trance with a "What the-" Shit. Dorian.

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Dorian had just managed to grab a coffee before his fashion class started, it was warm against his cold hands and gave him the little bit of comfort he needed after the events of the last few days.

Biting his lip he pulled his cream material out of it's bag and inspected it, it had been five-hundred dollars for the amount he had bought, but it was the finishing touch to his Christmas project. He smiled and was about to slip it back into the bag when someone walked right into him, spilling coffee everywhere. Including on the material.

Watch where the fuck you're going! he snapped, turning to find Oakley with the exact same expression on her face. Do you know how much this cost?! Dorian growled, throwing the sopping wet material in her face. He was not in the mood to play nice, on any other day he wouldn't have worried. Five-hundred dollars was nothing to him, but this was Oakley...and he was in a bad mood.

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[OAKLEY JAMES]

It wasn't like she had actually meant to run into the boy. Though as her eyes slowly looked up to meet his almost sheepishly, she honestly hadn't cared one bit that she had spilled coffee all over his precious little outfit. She couldn't help but laugh at him as he became angry with her. What, was he going to fight her now? What happened to not crying over spilled milk? Or in this case, coffee.

She wasn't really bothered by the situation. Actually, she was going to be the bigger person and say sorry and quickly move on, but it seemed little Dory wanted to pick a fight by throwing his ruined project at Oakley. Letting it fall to the floor off her body, she let a hand wipe the excess liquid from her face before upturning her eyes to the blonde in a glaring manner. You messed with the wrong girl, sweetheart.

"I cannot believe you just did that. I mean honestly, are we in a remake of mean girls?" she said, circling the boy like a shark looking over its prey. THat's pretty much what Oakley was though, so it wasn't surprising that she would do this. "Well, I guess the situation isn't that bad. Coffee stains are a good look for you. THey give you an excuse as to why you look a mess. " she said, contradicting her "mean girls" statement. Frankly, Oakley just wasn't in the mood, but if he wanted to play this game with her, then she'd be happy to oblige.

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Dorian only smiled at her com-back, was that really the best she could do? He raised one of his perfectly plucked eyebrows and watched her circle him, what was she meant to be? A cat? Hardly intimidating, even by her standards. Clicking his tongue he stepped out of her little circle and turned on his heels so he was able to face her.

I look a mess? You clearly didn't look in the mirror this morning. he said, shrugging as though he didn't even care what she said next, which he didn't.

Why don't you just go back to fucking the teachers for good grades, leave the real work to everyone else, alright sweetheart? he spat, gathering up his material and bundling it into the bag. He would have to dye it, or just buy some more, but either way it was wasting time, and time was one thing he didn't have. No need to get jealous, Just because I get all the attention.

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