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yoonmason​:

Mason couldn’t help but roll his eyes, echoing the scoff that escaped from Agata’s lips. “That’s what an Arsonist would say,” he said, looking at her pointedly. He didn’t know, of course, if she truly was an Arsonist, but even if he didn’t think about it all that much, the whole thing did smell fishy to him. She was interrogated, and now she was accusing him of being an Arsonist? Sounded like someone badly wanted to point fingers in a completely different direction, and not like Mason knew anything about law or the like, but wasn’t presenting a new suspect one way of defending a guilty party? Agata Almeida could be doing exactly that by pushing onto Mason that he was an Arsonist, when, in fact, he was not. He didn’t care enough about school conflict to do so, and he had much better things to do with his time than terrorize students. Well, he had plenty of ways to do that without the help of a stupid group. “Oh, psh, cry me a river,” he said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner before placing it once again across his chest. “Maybe your reputation is ruined because you’re one of them. Just not as good as the others at hiding it, I bet.”

A long, exasperated sigh left his lips as she mentioned the camera, finding it ridiculous that she was using that as an excuse to pin the blame on him. “I knew I was right when I told Camille to write my name in big fat bold letters on the credits,” He threw his hand up incredulously, shaking his head as he thought again of how badly he argued with Camille over that, only to get vetoed by her. “It’s obvious you don’t read the school paper, because if you did, you would find that I’m it’s current official photographer.” Against his will, but he didn’t bother to say that to her. “Which means I’m here on official business, to take coverage of the event. See, your reason for blaming me is baseless and wrong, but mine isn’t– you were interrogated after all.” His tone held a challenge, and he jutted his chin as he looked at her. Even though he should have just left the conversation right there, there was a part of Mason that wanted to prove her wrong. He fished his phone from his pocket and held it between them, placing his thumb over the finger scanner to unlock it. “It’s mine, alright,” he said, but his brows furrowed as the scanner denied his finger. “It’s probably because you stepped on it.” His tone was accusatory, and he tried to use the pin this time to unlock it– and he did, successfully. “See?! It’s my phone.”

Agata’s neck craned forward slightly when he first attempted to unlock the phone. The slight smirk on her face had been wiped off by his accusatory tone after his attempt had failed. Her face had scrunched into a scowl before she mimicked his sentences in childish response. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She quipped sarcastically and pouted at him. “It’s not like I stepped on your phone on purpose?” She pointed out before gesturing to the spot where she recovered his phone. “I didn’t just see the phone on the crowd and thought hmm look!” She gasped, acting surprised. “I found a lost phone! Best step on it before picking it up!” She demonstrated with an unsettling cheerful tone before her expression had fallen monotonous. She rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly in exasperation. Although she had always retaliated against the adversity that was shrouding her those past few weeks, that was the first confrontational interaction wherein the accuser insisted her culpability of the past event. 

With a heavy sigh, Agata gave the boy opposite of her a look of annoyance. “I don’t know why I even bother. No one ever believes me.” She muttered. “And I do believe I have a reason to suspect you. You lied to my face about looking for your phone.” She contended. “You can be an Arsonist and be the Academy’s photog. Even if you weren’t, one thing is for sure..” She trailed off and stepped towards the young man, bearing a look of suspicion. “You’re up to something tonight.” She finished before turning on her heels to leave. She took a few steps towards her objective - now the drinks and snacks table, instead of searching for Reese’s tent - before looking back at the photographer. “Oh and F-Y-I.” She began, with her chin jutted upwards again to assert her condescension. “I do read the school paper. I just don’t know who you are.” She asserted then left. Agata marched toward the beverages. Out of irritation, she didn’t even notice she was being handed a drink by a student she wasn’t well acquainted with. After thanking the leering boy for handing her a cup, she took a sip only to discover that someone had cunningly laced the juice with an absurd amount of hard liquor. She looked at the boy who served her with furrowed brows, immediately suspecting it was another Arsonist scheme to alcohol poison a few of their peers, or get the ball rolling for a wild night. She, however, chose not to confront the boy as she had enough confrontation for the night. Instead, she continued to drink and decided to make herself a Smore on the table. If the Arsonists didn’t spike the juice, everyone was bound to slyly drink their own poison anyway.

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yoonmason​:

How badly Mason wanted to look over his shoulder to check if his friend had done their task successfully, and he tried to– he did– but he figured he couldn’t do so properly without raising the suspicion of the girl in front of him. He could just tell her he was looking for a friend, but Mason worried looking that way would cause her to look that way, and all their careful planning and sneaking would all have been for nothing. He decided he should just simply trust Nate to do the job without botching it and since, from where he stood, he couldn’t hear any other commotion coming from that area, he assumed things had gone off without a hitch. “Yes. Yes, I was, and you’re a lifesaver,” he said, clutching the phone tightly to his chest as if it was a lifeline. Sure, he was attached to his phone like any other, but the thought that he hadn’t even realized he’d dropped it brought an amused smile to his lips. The tone of her question, however, did make Mason’s eyebrow quirk, and he wondered now if she’d actually seen anything. But as their conversation went a completely different way, he relaxed, and concluded that he and Nate were safe. From Agata Almeida, at least.

“You stepped on it?” His surprise was evident in his features, and Mason turned the phone in his hands to check for damage. He visibly sighed in relief when there was none– just some mud here and there, but nothing the sleeve of the jacket he was wearing couldn’t fix– and met Agata’s gaze once again. “The Arsonists, you say?” Her words momentarily distracted Mason from thinking about their ‘spike the punch’ adventure, and he touched his chin thoughtfully as he regarded her. He thought it was suspicious that she would say such a thing, and he wondered if that was just a general warning, or a threat. Not that he cared so much about the Arsonists– the identities of those people only piqued his curiosity in the slightest, and as long as he wasn’t directly greatly affected by them, he couldn’t care less. Still, was Agata Almeida an Arsonist? Wasn’t she one of the people called for interrogation after the evening of what should have been the dinner party? “It’s interesting you would say that,” he commented, placing his phone in his pocket before crossing his arms against his chest. “One would think you’re saying that because you know when they’ll strike or something.”

With one foot stepping back, Agata intended to make a quick exit; however, the boy’s words prompted her to remain. Without much consideration to how rude he could perceive her to be, she let out a scoff and shook her head. Her eyelids shifted into narrowed slits upon his subtle accusation. For the past month, she had received nothing but backlash from an illicit occurrence she didn’t take part in. Although she can acknowledge that what she said just then to the boy before her was suspicious, she couldn’t help but think that his implication was a reverberation from the whole school knowing who got interrogated. “It was just a warning.” She said, mirroring his actions by folding her arms over her midsection. “From someone who’s fallen victim to them.” She added as an emphasis, her chin tipped upwards slightly. “Somehow they’ve managed to ruin my already tainted reputation by pinning the dinnertime massacre on me, and they did it right under my nose.” She clarified as an attempt to erase any suspicion he had on her. Sure, he was just one guy, but it helped to have at least a few people on her side.

Agata peered at his camera yet again before finally addressing it. “I could accuse you of being an Arsonist!” She mentioned, indicating at his camera. “I mean, what are you even doing standing back here with a camera, hmmm?” She interrogated, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. “Capturing the moments of your next attack? Taking unsolicited candid pictures of students? Hmmm?” She added as one corner of her lips lifted into a knowing smirk. “And don’t say you’ve been looking for your phone, you were just standing there when I saw you.” She said with a hint of a humourless chuckle. If she hadn’t been so vexed about having fingers pointed at her, she would have already left the guy alone, after all, he honestly just looked like he was minding his own business. His last words started something inside her though, a frustration that has been waiting to be sparked throughout All Hallow’s Fest. She knew someone would give her resentment for participating in the school event, it just so happens it was this boy she wasn’t acquainted with, at least not until that moment. “Prove to me that it’s actually your phone.” She urged, nodding towards his pocket and placing her hands on her hips. “Go on. Unlock it.” She demanded.

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reesekensington​:

What she says makes a soft chuckle leave Reese’s lips, her blue eyes dancing even more so with amusement. Nobody had ever said that to her before although of course, she knew it was true. She didn’t have to try to be the way she was, it flowed naturally, she couldn’t adjust it even if she wanted to. Her Father had taught her to use her power but he had never known she would be so good of it, “I’m sorry if I’m tormenting you,” she half joked and half taunted as Agata made her way to the spot she had suggested. Her fingertips reclined but she propped herself up a little sturdier, legs crossing in front of her. 

She peered at Agata through a cloak of hair, “Be careful, Agata, it’s dangerous territory enquiring about my intentions,” she raised her eyebrows, tongue vaguely sliding over her bottom lip before she closed her mouth. Her plan to discover the Arsonists could go on for a lifetime, “Firstly, we don’t need to do much, just allow the alcohol to fly and loosen… lips,” she trails off, a glint in her eye as she looks over, “And tonight’s the big night, they’ll certainly be plotting. That’s why,” she leaned in, her fingertip lightly tracing over Agata’s shoulder before it fell back to her side, “we have to plot too. Isn’t it?”

The slyness in Reese’ voice was enough to make Agata quiver on the inside. Her half-hearted apology, and use of the term tormenting was sending Agata into a state of agitation. Least to say, she was feeling quite uneasy as she sat by Reese in the tent. It wasn’t the uncomfortably close distance she was sitting opposite of Reese, but rather the premise of their meeting that rendered her unnerved. Here she was, making a deal with a human Lilith. 

Agata narrowed her eyelids at Reese and slightly turned her face to the side to express her suspicions. “I can’t tell if you’re flirting with me, or threatening me.” She said bluntly before laying the pillow she was holding on the floor. She shifted to lay on her side, facing Reese, using the pillow as a cushion to her elbow. She rested her temple against her fingers and raised an eyebrow. “Did you spike the punch?” She enquired, searching Reese’ Cerulean eyes for an honest answer. The mischievous gleam in Reese’ eyes were a dead giveaway to a scheme. She may not have answered the question yet, and there is still a small chance she didn’t spike the punch, but Agata suspected she had already done something before her arrival at the tent. “Reese, o querido.” She sighed as her gaze followed the motions of Reese’s hand. “You have to fill me in here. What exactly are we gonna do about it? hmm?” She said with quirked eyebrows. “I want to know who set me up from last month’s event but I also don’t want to get into more trouble.” She admitted in frustration. 

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reesekensington​:

If she was trying to start a REVOLUTION then she would of been waiting a long time before anyone got on board, maybe a month seemed reasonable in this case. This was the next biggest event and Reese was sure that besides spiking drinks and partying all night, it would be the perfect opportunity to figure out who was behind the stupid group that had managed to get her twirled up in it’s useless mess. Arthur Astor didn’t seem to have a clue how to find the culprits and neither did the administration but Reese had decided it was merely a process of elimination, “Hm, if you say so,” she propped herself among her velvet red pillows, elbows rested making impressions as she looked Agata up and down, her gaze curious, “You’ll just have to make it worth the wait.”

She watched her from the same spot as she pushed her waved hair behind her ears, a smile written across her lips, “Well, tonight’s the night. Something will happen.” Her hand moved and she patted the spot beside her waiting, her gaze as amused as ever as she tilted her head to the side, “Come and sit, let’s talk about what we’re looking out for,” she invited, white nails spinning circles on the spot that she offered.

Agata cocked an eyebrow, and failed in concealing a smirk as a reaction to Reese’s response. She had met plenty of powerful women in her lifetime, but none of them could compete with how Reese presented herself. Reese Kensington was probably the embodiment of feminine wiles. It was easy for Agata to say so because such a supernatural power could only work on a heterosexual man, or a woman who was attracted to women; but with Reese, even she could make a straight woman such as Agata question her own sexuality.  “God you’re sexual.” She commented before hesitantly crawling her way to the free space Reese directed her towards. 

“So?” She began, tipping her chin slightly to the side. “What exactly is this thing you wanted to discuss with me in private?” She asked as she grabbed a velvet-donned pillow and wrapped her arms around it. “I mean, I actually still have no clue what your intentions and plans are. Do enlighten me.” She encouraged, bearing an expectant look on her face.

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yoonmason​:

It was a tragedy, if you asked Mason Yoon, that he was at Camp Night not for the purpose of enjoying the event, but to be it’s official photographer. It was as if he was the only photography student in the whole Academy, with how the editor-in-chief of the school paper was assigning him to every event, and it was unfortunate that he wasn’t in the place to say no. His love for soccer trumped his annoyance for the task and, even if he couldn’t spend the rest of the evening drinking and enjoying himself in one of the tents, that didn’t mean he was going to deprive the rest of the student body of it. No, of course not. He couldn’t even hide his disgust when he found out they were serving juice instead of something stronger– more fun– and decided, along with his best friend Nate Ridley, that they should be taking matters in their own hands. They couldn’t do a disservice to the student body by letting them drink juice, after all. 

Mason scanned his surroundings, camera poised against his chest, ready to give anyone the excuse that he was taking photos if they ever asked, and that he wasn’t standing guard for his buddy who was nearing the table of the beverages. Nate’s eyes asked met his, asking for a sign, and right after Mason nodded his head– signaling him that no one was watching–, he saw the flash of silver that was the flask in Nate’s hand that carried the alcohol, and just as he was about to pour the liquid into the container that held the juice, Mason heard a voice behind him, causing him to tear his attention away from Nate and towards the other person, hoping the voice belonged to a student, and not any of the staff. He found his gaze landing on Agata Almeida– a girl he didn’t know personally, but had seen a couple of times around campus. He didn’t know whether or not she saw what Nate was doing and Mason figured that the best thing to do was to act normal. He regarded the phone in her hand, and visibly exhaled in relief. “Yes! Thank you for finding it and handing it back to me! I’ve been looking for it for over thirty minutes.” It was a lie; he hadn’t even noticed he’d dropped his phone. Mason flashed a grateful smile towards the other, however, and took the phone in his hands. “Let me show you my thanks. Can I get you something to drink?”

As the boy turned to reveal himself, Agata’s gaze fell upon the camera in his grasp though she didn’t allow her attention to linger there for more than two seconds. She brought her eyes back up to meet his when he responded to her question. He looked surprised as one would expect, but to her, not the type of surprised expression as a person who had lost something and had it returned to them by a stranger. If she wasn’t already scheduled to meet with a couple of friends, she would have bothered to do a bit of investigating. There was still a group of students on the loose who had put her spot in Astor in jeopardy, and she couldn’t just let them get away with it. To say that the young man before her was part of the Arsonists would be a stretch; but then again, if he truly was looking for his valuable for half an hour, he wouldn’t just be standing in one spot. “Oh, were you?” She asked rhetorically with a knowing smile when he took the phone from her. 

Her forehead scrunched upon hearing his offer. It was hard for Agata to avoid jumping into conclusions when people, especially of-the-male-species did that. The only way she could allow herself to react in her own accordance was to know the person’s true intentions. Did he really just want to thank her? Was this a way of hitting on her? Maybe he was just lonely hence he was standing there for quite some time? Either way, she needed to respond quickly before he would think that there was something off about her. “Nah, it’s cool!” She said, waving a hand in the air. “I stepped on your phone anyway so no need to thank me. I am sorry though.” She apologised before pointing towards the bonfire with a thumb. “I’m gonna get going. You should really keep your phone safe. Someone might steal it and hack it.” She murmured. “You’ll never know with the Arsonists on the loose.” She added, her eyes flickering towards the camera again.

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its-isla​:

Isla was about to correct Agata, to reveal that (fortunately? unfortunately? she couldn’t be sure), nothing quite as exciting had happened between her and Andrew during the play, but she’s distracted by the girl’s opening of the pretzels and merely laughs in response. 

Grinning at the offered pretzel, she chews it as she takes in Agata’s narrowed eyes. The term that she uses, traumatized, makes a small amount of worry rise in her chest, followed by annoyance. As if the people who had caused the destruction hadn’t caused enough trouble already, now they were dragging innocent people in to face the heat for their actions. Agata’s words draw her out of her rather stormy thoughts, and Isla’s eyebrows pull together. “I wonder what she wants to meet about,” the brunette replies quietly, taking another pretzel and using the momentary pause to chew and think. What sort of plan was Reese concocting? “Maybe she wants to talk about how you were both brought in for questioning. Present a united front?” It’s a bit strange, and Isla worries that perhaps it will just make administration take a closer look at the two of them, but maybe Reese wanted to meet with Agata over something else entirely. What that was, she couldn’t be sure, but she supposes it will be revealed soon enough. “I just think it’s awful that whoever did that is letting other people take the heat for it.” 

With a shrug in response, Agata’s lips thinned out into a straight line. “I was actually hoping that you would provide me with some insight.” She said honestly, pushing the bag of pretzels towards Isla. She could only hope that how she presented that revelation about herself and Reese’s informal lunch time meeting didn’t rub Isla off the wrong way. She wanted her friend to know that her curiosity was sincere, and didn’t want to appear as cynical as she actually was. Come what may, Reese is Isla’s sister. God forbid some misunderstanding would happen between herself and Reese, Isla would of course choose her twin’s side over anyone else. 

Agata took a deep breath after Isla came about that assumption. “I’d like to think so too.” She agreed, nodding her head to the slightest before leaning upwards to reach for her wine. “I mean today was just shit, you know.” She began before taking a sip of her wine. “Everyone was on me like a bunch of gossiping tias.” She chuckled humorlessly, the subtle smile on her lips slightly forced upon recalling the day’s strange events. “So i do understand now why Reese would want to meet in private. The halls of Astor have eyes and ears.” She said, her voice gradually lowering into a sinister whisper. “It is awful but they’d be doing a bad job at being a secret society if they didn’t have any casualties taking the blame for their crimes.” She said with a snort before downing her drink in one swift movement. “The Arsonists.” She hissed as she pushed herself off the bed and stood by her nightstand to pour herself another glass. “I sure would like to find out who they are.”

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its-isla​:

Agata had always had a way of getting Isla to relax, to turn her usually muted smiles into wide grins and delicate laughter into giggles that could be heard from the hallway. At her friend’s little dance, she laughs, tilting her head with a grin. It was refreshing how light things were between the two of them; no pressure, just easy conversation and plenty of laughter.

The disappointment in Agata’s tone is hard to miss, but she appreciates the honesty that her friend isn’t afraid to use. “I don’t know. I still want to be friends, you know? I enjoy spending time with him, but sometimes it’s a bit hard given how it ended.” Reese hadn’t been the only reason that things had went sour between the two of them, but she had been the main one. Reese didn’t like Andrew, and Andrew didn’t like Reese, and no amount of Isla playing the mediator could smooth things out. Shifting her focus from that to Agata’s cheeky question, she laughs before taking another sip of her wine. Then, she places her glass on the floor beside her, before mirroring Agata’s position on the bed. “You know what, I think all of this craziness just means we deserve to properly enjoy All Hallows’ Fest this year. What do you think? Should we do the camp out?” It would be a way for them to enjoy a bit more of the college experience, outside of classes and destructive classmates that seemed determined to get them all in trouble.

Agata’s gaze momentarily fell onto the crinkled Sangria-coloured bed sheet. If there was anyone who could understand Isla’s feelings towards Andrew, it would probably be her. After all, she was guilty of longing to befriend a former flame despite knowing that orbiting around that person wasn’t the best thing for her. She lifted her gaze to meet Isla’s face again when she heard the girl laugh. The expression on her face showed her anticipation of Isla’s answer; however, once again, Isla managed to disappoint her as she fought shy of the frivolous question. Agata merely rolled her eyes in playful response and shook her head to herself. “I guess I’ll have to take that as a yes.” She teased before slightly pushing herself up by the elbow to carefully place her glass on the bedside table. She reached for the pretzels and ripped the bag open with her teeth.

Agata popped a piece of pretzel in her mouth before feeding another to Isla. “I’m traumatised and you’re already planning to drag me to next month’s event?” She mumbled, eyelids narrowed at Isla. For a brief instant, Agata contemplated whether or not to tell Isla regarding her lunch-time encounter with Reese. She wonder how Isla would perceive it, but concluded that there wasn’t a reason not to tell her about what happened. “Your twin got interrogated too. I assume you know that much.” She interjected. “She came to me during my lunch break and wanted me to head over her room to discuss something.” She recounted, jerking her brows once. “Didn’t really tell me what but I sent her a text saying that I couldn’t really make it tonight.” She added with a shrug before taking another pretzel to chew on. “So,” Agata chewed quickly and swallowed before proceeding. “She offered we meet on the annual campfire thing on Hallow’s Fest.”

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Date: 26th of October, Saturday

Time: 10 PM

Location: camping grounds - Reese Kensington’s tent

Availability: @reesekensington​

Conspiracy against the Coterie

It was a night of smores and spirits, scary stories by the fire, and mingling in the comforts of people’s tents and makeshift seating from reaped tree-trunks. After her recent encounter with the ever-so-sarcastic Mason Yoon, Agata recouped her main agenda for the evening which was the seemingly conspiratorial one-on-one with Reese Kensington. It took them a whole month to finally meet up for two reasons. One being was that she already had a planned sleepover with one Kensington the night Reese wanted her to come around. The second reason was that they needed each other during the next academy-wide event in case something was brewing in the background. As much as Agata wasn��t keen on the idea of having Reese as an alibi in the event of another ensued Arsonist scheme, Reese was by far the only person she could relate to in the sense of being accused. Sure, there were others who were interrogated and seemed innocent, but out of the few chosen Reese was the only person who came to Agata’s aid.

She had passed by several tents, checked a few, and had even come up against a few couples making-out . It took her some time to find the right one but she had eventually located Reese, alone in a cozy tent. “There you are!” She hissed, the flap of the tent lifted upwards by her arm. “All the tents are identical. Someone asked me if I wanted in on their swingers party.” She murmured, unable to hide the trauma in her expression. She ducked into the tent and zipped it halfway before getting comfortable inside. “Sorry for being fashionably late.” She said with a nod. “I had a little chance encounter with someone who was very tenacious.” She admitted as she recalled her earlier interaction. “Were you up to much?” She asked, nodding over to Reese.

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Date: 26th of October, Saturday

Time: 8 PM

Location: camping grounds

Availability: @yoonmason​

You dropped something

If it weren’t for the Kensingtons’ compelling rebuttal to Agata’s statement of absence for the year’s Halloween fest, the lawyer-to-be would have been holed-up in her dorm, avoiding all social interaction to study instead. It wasn’t that Agata was trying to be an overall misanthropic person - after all, she had a network to broaden - however, the past event had proven her that the grounds of Astor had become a battle plain between the mysterious gang called Arsonists and the higher powers. No one was safe, especially her - an accused nonconformist. For the sake of her studies, since she longed to graduate, proceed to law school and become one of the most influential lawyers and female leaders in the industry, Agata wanted to hide. She was, however, convinced by her peers that she couldn’t let Halloween Fest go by without participating. It turned out that unwanted attention from the student body, and a heated interrogation by Arthur Astor wasn’t enough to defeat the need to live her best life in college.

As she neared the source of the heat during that chilly Autumn night, Agata clung to her baggy windbreaker. She was about to make a straight beeline to the roaring bonfire ahead when she felt the sole of her sneaker land on a solid item. She quickly lifted her foot and bent down to check. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that someone had lost their phone. “Oh!” She exclaimed and picked it up. She wiped it against the material of her jeans and monitored the area for the owner. The closest person to her was a male student who had his back turned to her. He didn’t seem to have lost anything in her point-of-view, but despite the uncertainty, Agata approached him from behind and tapped his shoulder to catch his attention. “Is this yours?” She asked with brows slightly raised in wonder. She held the phone out to him and waited for a response.

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reesekensington‌:

She ignores the girl, the way she looks at her, the way her eyebrow raises. She is the best friend of her sister but she has better plans for Agata, she just needs the other to find her way to her side to prove that she can be trusted. She is extending an olive branch, a way to know she is truly against the arsonists, that she would never stoop so low and waste so much time. Her reputation has been called into question though and that is the final straw. They may take the school but they will never tarnish her and all she is, it is not possible. They will feel her wrath when she finally figures out who they are. 

“The choice is yours,” she says, the words perched perfectly on made up lips, her eyes full of intentions that scream out to stay away or maybe come hither. She has always been full of mixed signals, enticing others in whether she intends to or not, finding some way for her deepest thoughts to ooze out from every part of her. She ponders for a second more as she looks at Agata, making sure she feels her gaze, that the intense eye contact is telling her that she wants her to come. She needs her to come. “Come or don’t, you have free will.”

She is almost ready to leave but as she turns and her perfect head of hair bounces over her shoulders and she turns back to look at Agata, knowing that she is frazzles, sensing her nerves and suspicion, “My door is always open for you. If you decide to turn up that is,” she suggests. And this time when she turns, she leaves.

Reese Kensington’s gaze was so fiery, and full of intent it was like looking into Mayor Kensington’s eyes himself. Agata knew, because she’s worked for his administration sometime before. He was an intimidating man, much like her own father, Rodrigo, but she was unphased because she was always surrounded by intimidating men-of-power. Reese, although reminded her of big-man-Kensington, was however a different story. She gave Agata chills because of her intelligence and admittedly impressive prowess in manipulating people at a young age. If she were to step up to the Kensington dynasty and one day became a politician, she would top the rest of her predecessors. It was admirable for Agata of course because she felt that in such a way, they shared something in common; but it was also scary, knowing that a master manipulator such as Reese had the potential to lead.

As she was being proposed to by the woman, Agata knew that Reese wanted her wrapped around her finger. What she didn’t know, was whether or not she was going to let Reese. After all, she was outraged herself due to being accused, and she was intrigued by what Reese was going to say. For a moment, Agata sat in silence as she listened to Reese. It took until after the other woman left for her to process what had just happened. She was left dumbfounded, and tantalised. “Guess I’m going.” She murmured before returning to her forgotten lunch.

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its-isla‌:

Isla’s gaze follows Agata as she reaches for the wine glasses, and she lets out a slight hum at her words. “I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe we’ve gotten all of the bad bits of this year over with and the rest will be fantastic.” Even as she says it, she knows that’s likely not how things will turn out, but a girl can hope. “I’m ready to go back to when the most interesting thing that happened at school events was who hooked up with who afterwards,” she remarks, giving her friend an appreciative grin as she lifted her own glass up in a toast. 

Taking a sip of the wine, confusion spreads across her face before she realizes what Agata is saying. “Oh,” she nods, drawing out the vowel slightly. “Okay, we’ll circle back to it then, yes?” A small smile tugs at her lips, and she brings the hand not holding her wine up and runs it down her face, slightly embarrassed. “It wasn’t like Andrew and I planned to sit together. He just came up and asked if the seat was free and, well, I…wanted him to sit there?” Isla groans, taking another sip of her wine. “You know how it is. We’ve always been on and off, but even when we’re off, it doesn’t always feel that way.” Her and Andrew were a confusing topic, friends and then something more. 

The smugness never left Agata’s face as she carefully climbed over the mattress and laid sideways facing Isla. She rested her temple against her free palm as she took a small sip from her glass, her eyes never leaving Isla’s bashful expression. “Honey, please, who’s hooking up with who is still the hot topic.” She chuckled and wiggled her eyebrows to aggravate Isla’s embarrassment. “And that’s why you’re here.” She sang, doing a little dance in her position.

As her companion began to tell her story, Agata’s nose crinkled and eyebrows creased. “Oh.” She said without regarding to withdraw the disappointment in her tone. In her favour, Isla was one of the very few people she can be shamelessly honest around without offending. “I was under the impression that he properly asked you out?” She admitted, one perfectly groomed eyebrow cocked. “Why do you fuck with this guy, Isla?” She groaned and took a swig of wine. “If it’s on and off then he’s playing and not worth of your precious time.” She exclaimed. Although Agata knew she was a hypocrite for warning Isla about potential ‘players’, she also knew that she deserved it but a sweet soul such as Isla Kensington did not. “Did you at least make-out during the play?” She added cheekily to lighten the mood.

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floriandeschamps‌:

He cocked his head slightly to one side, an impressed expression on his face. “Alright then.” He admired her undaunted willingness. Her attractive sportswear too, he could not help but admire, for they conjured up images in his head of filled stadiums with well-dressed spectators captivated by sacred matches unfolding on the pristine grass courts of Wimbledon. Immediately, he wondered if he was in the presence of a professional. The thought added to his delight. He was always one for friendly competitions. 

Florian was not a talented player by any means. It was years of practical experience and learned techniques that developed and honed his skills in the sport, not being blessed with natural gifts. That fact, which had once been disheartening, became a comfort to him. It proved that the manner at which he played was guided not by what he felt in his stomach or his unconcerned footing and swings of his racket, but by calculated decisions on his spins and precise returns to his opponent. Since his youthful days he had a passionate affair with tennis, one he was gladly faithful to, and it certainly helped his perseverance over the years.

Crossing the court to his position outside the painted borders, the grip of the racket pulsed in his hand as the ball bounced against its head as he did down dribbles. He ran on the spot. “Hope you’ve done your warm-ups,” he called out to her, his tone genuine but not absent of its playful challenge. It was bothering him now, like a loose tooth, that he was unable to identify the girl. Was she a member of the Tennis club? Surely, he had seen her around. But have they never exchanged formal introductions? Florian supposed that must have been so, otherwise he would not have forgotten her. He took pride in his ability to remember names and faces with ease. 

Inhale. Exhale. Toss. Serve. The sound of the ball slicing across the net was heightened by the emptiness of the stadium. It made Florian smile. At last, he was playing. All his thoughts about anything but the game at hand: gone. He ran the length of the court in pursuit of the ball and prowled when he needed to, committed to keeping the ball up in the air before it made its second bounce. He wasn’t after the point, or winning for that matter. He simply wanted to prolong their rally, to continue to engage his opponent in this blissful exchange. There was no questioning the spring in his heels as he waited for every return.

Agata’s neck craned, her head slightly tipped to one side as he quipped a response. Her opponent emanated confidence, from the way he spoke, to the tenor of his remark, and the slack in his actions. In that moment, she could have sworn she was going to lose their exclusive match. “Oh don’t worry.” She jested, wearing a wide teeth-bounteous grin. “I did.” She finished and urged him to proceed with a subtle jerk of her chin.

With sheer focus, Agata watched Florian’s movements. Her gaze travelled from where his feet were planted, to the rise and fall of his chest, and finally landed to the tennis ball that had been thrown in the air. For a novice like Agata, the first return was always the most unnerving; however, she managed to conquer it, sending the ball flying over the net from her weighty racquet. That single exchange was enough to make her smile and sent a sudden surge of confidence within her, but she also knew it was far from over and it wasn’t the time for a victory cry.

If it had been a conventional and ordinary first meeting between her and Florian, she would have been studying the man through the way he spoke and the things he’d said; however, it was beyond a conventional and ordinary first meeting. Agata was much too occupied in her defensive exploits against his strong and unsurprisingly swift returns to have time to study Florian. Although gifted with remarkable flexibility and astounding speed, she found herself nearly out-of-breath from competing against the power of his hits and the heft of her racquet. She did wonder if he knew that he played in such consummate robustness and did so to topple her, or if he was just effortlessly playing and enjoying the informal match.

Sometime in the midst of the exchanges, Agata found herself grunting with every hit she made. She was growing tired but it was unlike her to lay down her weapons and raise the white flag. She kept going, the rush of adrenaline contributing to her perseverance. It wasn’t until she tried - and utterly failed - to do a backhand with one grip that the ball landed on the net and bounced onto the floor of the court until it lamely came to rest. Agata’s posture quickly straightened as she made a face upon her mistake. “I wanted to try that thing that I couldn’t do!” She explained, donning an apologetic expression.

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reesekensington‌:

“I shouldn’t sound suspicious,” she conceded, her gaze meeting Agata’s once more when she spoke. Her own eyes glimmered with honesty, there was nothing hidden. She was honest even if she was deceptive about her needs, wants and desires. She had never had to lie too much to get what she wanted when it was so much easier to use simple charm. “I’m more than capable of doing things like that, except if I was going to do it I’d be far better at it,” she pointed out. She meant each and every word of it. If only her desire for chaos swelled in her chest like her desire for control and power, she would do far worse than that stupid group. 

She leaned back momentarily and she set her can down on the table, leaning in a little closer until she her elbows were on the table too. Each word was carefully carved for the woman in front of her, each of them meant only for her and her alone. “What am I brewing? Don’t you want to know?” she peered at her through long eye lashes, her lips pressing carefully back together again as she offered a glance around the dining hall once more.

She leaned back only slightly, “Don’t worry, I gave him plenty to think about. I’m sure he’ll be onto bigger things sometime soon,” Reese suggested, something almost menacing in her tone but it wasn’t aimed at those who shared space with her now. She leaned back completely and stood from the seat she had taken across from Agata, “Enough chit-chat,” her eyes skimmed over the other from head to toe and a strange smile appeared on her lips, “If you want to know what I intend to do then come to my room tomorrow at midnight,” she swung her leg over, “Alone.”

Agata’s eyelids narrowed into slits as she looked towards Reese. Her eyes spoke sincerity, yet her tone told a different story which left Agata confused and sceptical. Once more, Agata’s eyebrows creased as she continued to hear out what Reese had to say. As she listened, she couldn’t help but glaze over the other woman’s expression. After Reese’s sudden and unusual gloat about how much of a better job she could have done to shake-up the whole of Astor if it had been her, Agata felt as if she could finally grasp the truth. She agreed that Reese would have done much worse; but at the same time, it could not have been Reese, because like Agata’s reasons as to why she herself couldn’t be part of the scheme, Reese had a much prominent family name to protect.

As Reese leaned over, Agata leaned back slightly but only until her posture was upright. The change in Reese’s body language and glare made Agata feel uneasy, but surprisingly not in a bad say. It was no question that the Kensington’s were an attractive bunch, and Agata would like to appreciate other women’s beauty without getting sexually attracted to them; however, the way Reese was looking at her made her feel a little bit hot and bothered. In Agata’s book it was wrong considering they’ve known each other for a while and one of her closest friends was her twin. “Yes?” She replied, raising a brow. “Aren’t you going to tell me?” She added, shaking her head slightly as if to say ‘Well?’.

When Reese stood up unannounced, Agata held back a sigh of frustration. Her eyes had slightly widened and both of her eyebrows were raised. “Wha-” She squeaked as she stared up at Reese. “Midnight?” She repeated as if she hadn’t just heard. “Alone?” She reiterated, once again confused. “Can’t you tell me now?” She asked, trying to put on a pleasant smile but it just came out awkward and insincere.

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who are the top 3 most attractive people at astor?

“I find quite a few people in Astor attractive, but I’m not comfortable putting my thoughts out there because I know for a fact that I will get monumentally teased for it. I also have a feeling that whoever wants to know is trying to figure out whether or not they’re on my list. A word of advise to you, come up to me on campus and ask me in person if I find you attractive. I promise I’ll be honest about it.”

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