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“Kentucky derby shit?” Ivy cackled at Char’s bewilderment at the dance theme and continued, “come on, we can totally make this work. Think bigger than florals – think… sexy garden fairies.” Ivy made a dramatic pout in the mirror, thinking of the various ways she could turn this into something she could work with. She had a way of twisting things to suit her tastes which, so far, never failed to result in a successful, sexy, stunning look – for her, and anyone she was going out with. Fashion and makeup were her forte, after all. She was pleased to be getting ready with one of her friends who would appreciate her efforts and most likely have a similar goal in mind. She turned toward Char enthusiastically when she gave her the green light to do her makeup, always looking for an excuse to doll people up. “With the amount of times I do this on the regular? It’ll take 30 minutes, tops. I got you,” she said with a smile, gathering some brushes, face gems, eyeshadow palettes and other miscellaneous beauty products together to begin her masterpiece. “You have the perfect facial structure to work with. One of my rules, outfit can be minimal, only if the makeup is on fire.”

“Date? Pfft,” she half laugh-half scoffed and continued, “as if. Nobody around here has truly caught my interest enough to be seen in public with, let alone as a date with a bunch of people from school, since… I don’t know, ever?” Despite her beauty, fame and fortune, Ivy always struggled in the romance department, most likely due to a combination of her constant distrust of others, high expectations, unsure of how to truly connect with people (because of her upbringing), along with general uncertainty about her sexuality. One of the relationships she did have in the past was performative, faked and exploitative on her end for her own benefit, and the other rare relationship she had was genuine, although incredibly turbulent and troubling for both girls Ivy. “How about you? Got anything hot and heavy going on lately? At least one of us needs to have a romantic life,” she said exaggeratedly, looking at herself from different angles as she tried on yet another skimpy, dramatic outfit, each one looking as over the top as the last.

"god, i know." she tore her eyes away from her reflection- always difficult for her to do. "besides, i'm not wearing whatever kentucky derby shit they mean with that dress code anyways. what am i supposed to do? florals?" it was less disdain in her voice and more puzzlement; she was not a girl who could wear florals. "we can try, but i make no guarantees on how long i can sit still for. that's why mine never looks as good as yours, i get bored too fast," she quickly switched out the dress in her hand for another, identical in everything except color, analyzing it in the mirror. "you bringing a date?"

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“Gotcha, so your whole thing is, like, ‘realness’ and shit I guess, right, hmm? Cute,” Ivy teases, making air quotations with her fingers. She actually did respect that virtue, and wished more people shared that value. “Definitely passed inspection. One of few, I might add” she points out, giving him a look of approval. She proceeds to half-scoff and half-chuckle when he asks about other guys ‘making the mark’, laughing internally. She was only just hardly attracted to men, and Dartboard just happened to catch her interest, but that was a real rarity for Ivy. She always had trouble taking men seriously outside of using them for her own benefit or occasional casual flirting. However, that never stopped her from pursuing a little fun on the rare instances that someone piqued her interest. “Yeah, try 99% of the male population. They really don’t tend to make the cut for me generally… but there are exceptions every once in a while, I guess,” she says slyly, hinting that she wasn’t completely unavailable. 

Ivy raises an eyebrow curiously when Dartboard doesn’t reference Greer by name. Pretty much everyone knew about her by now ever since the disappearance, if they didn’t already know of her when she was around. “The ‘missing girl’, huh? I would’ve thought you’d know her name by now, like most people,” she comments, somewhat suspiciously. What reason would he have to avoid referring to Greer directly? She decides it’s none of her business and that she wouldn’t disclose any more information about her direct relationship to the girl. “Yep, we were roommates. I think they might’ve taken some of her stuff for evidence and all that, but a lot of it is still there. If I’m being honest, that part doesn’t feel too weird to me,” she says with a halfhearted shrug. “I’m used to living in places full of shit that belongs to someone who’s… not around. You get accustomed to it, I guess.” 

Ivy pauses for a moment to ponder his question. It felt like she had done it all before, yet she was only 23. This was exactly why she had to stay under the influence – to avoid thinking about the things she couldn’t face. Yet here she was, discussing her future plans with the ‘campus miscreant’ – not that reps bothered her –  post midterms, having a mini existential crisis internally. “I’ve been over, under, and through the ‘open road’, trust me,” she says nostalgically with a half smile. “Really, I’ve lived in and traveled to some of the most beautiful places you could think of. But it doesn’t fill you up. There’s always more to see, more to do, more cute people to converse and smoke on benches with,” she says, nudging him lightly. “If you’re ever looking for someone fun to travel with, I’m your girl.” 

She nods in agreement with his comment about people minding others’ business because they didn’t have their own – one of her core beliefs. “That’s the fucking truth. I respect it,” she says, appreciating that he shares her ‘give them something to look at’ viewpoint. “Can’t you tell? I am the show. They’ll never stop watching,” she exclaims exaggeratedly with a playful wink. She makes a mental note that he didn’t elaborate at all about his living situation or roommate. Though she was intrigued by him, she couldn’t trust someone who didn’t trust her, and the already guarded girl couldn’t help but instinctively feel like he might have a few things to hide.

“Yeah, I’m sure there’s lots out there left for us to discover. We’re only so young, right? Plenty more hobbies to pick up. Knitting would suit you,” she jokes. Ivy sighs quietly, thinking about what she would do with the rest of her day. Online retail therapy instead of actual therapy would likely be a place to start. “Ah, more exams. I could go the rest of my life without ever hearing that word again,” she says, rolling her eyes dramatically. “In any case, I wish you the best of luck, I’m sure you’ll do great. You seem smart enough,” she says facetiously. “We’ll see where the day takes me. Maybe my room, maybe somewhere more exciting. Guess I’ll have to go find out.” Ivy turns towards Dartboard and smiles softly. “It was really nice talking to you. I hope we cross paths again soon, angsty boy.” After making sure she had all her belongings in her purse, she gets up from the bench and looks at him once more, smirking ever so slightly before making her departure towards her dorm room. “I’ll see you around.”

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His dark eyes follow Ivy's decorated nails, tracing the collar of his leather jacket. "Does my jacket pass inspection? I don't like carrying around something fake, let's just say." Dartboard replies, lifting his chin a little. Dartboard smirks at the provocative comment and shrugs with one shoulder non-committedly. He's seen some action with this jacket on, but that's not something to brag about on campus. Small dogs bark more than the big ones, anyhow. "Do you see a lot of guys who don't make the mark?"

He doesn't disclose that the jacket is mired in history; it's the one Greer picked out for him on his twentieth birthday three years ago. He always meant to get Greer one back but never had the chance. But it doesn't mean there won't be any future chances. Surachai refuses to believe Greer is gone for good.

Refocusing to Ivy, he asks her directly, "You were roommates with the missing girl, huh? Is her stuff still there and all? Must feel weird." Dartboard doesn't divulge he knows Greer to Ivy. There's a reason why he's a card shark, skilled in hiding his tells. Ivy may be fun, but the mystery of Greer's disappearance takes priority.

"Hah, you take a page out of my life book? I didn't have any siblings, either," Dartboard says, "but I guess I never got used to the solitude until later. So what do you want to do, get out on the open road? Travel with someone fun?" He leans back on the bench and gives her a look, a relaxed smile that signals he intimately understands her situation. Has lived it and survived.

Dartboard smirks and says, "People who judge you or watch you, it's because they don't have anything of their own to mind. Besides, if they're watching, give 'em a show if you wanna. I do." He gives her a vague shrug at her question about his living situation, as ambiguous as his armistice with Astrid Fiske could be. They leave each other alone, and he barely stays in his dorm room to cross any of his roommate's lines.

"What can I say? I'm a wordsmith," he banters back, grinning. He likes Ivy's snap sarcasm. His humored expression sobers when Ivy's words turn vulnerable and authentic. "Not knowing leads to discoveries, right?" Dartboard casually tries to cheer her up. "That's a lot more productive and creative than the shit I do. Hah, did you want me to expect anything else?"

Wordlessly, he permits Ivy's request, scooping out his portable ashtray and offering it to the girl seated beside him. He opens the clamshell clasp for her, snaps it shut once it's filled, and slinks it back into his jacket. "Got another exam, and then I'll go to town. Maybe there'll be brooding involved. You got somewhere to be, Ivy? Or, you're looking for a reason?"

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“Ah, well aren’t we lucky she was so very specific and we know exactly what we’re consuming,” Ivy says playfully. As far as beverages went, she didn’t actually care what they were drinking. She had her own “special drink” in a flask safe inside her purse, and was really just looking for an excuse to initiate conversation with Anya. Ivy thought she was cute, and gravitated towards her somewhat magnetic energy. She makes a mental note when Anya makes her comment about the girl at the bar, reaffirming her hope that she was also “interested in” girls – Ivy still wasn’t entirely sure about being able to detect these things from other people and didn’t want to make any assumptions. She shakes herself out of her trance and refocuses her attention on their conversation. “Easily flustered then, are you?” she asks teasingly in response to Anya claiming she didn’t want to ask too many questions, raising an eyebrow.

She chuckles lightly, empathizing with Anya’s complaint about her shoes. Ivy could probably walk a mile in a pair of 6 inch pumps, solely because she had been put in heels by her mother and company practically fresh out of kindergarten. Nonetheless, she felt the girl’s all too familiar pain, as many other fashionable people did. “Well, it paid off. You look pretty good yourself,” she says with a warm smile, appreciating her compliment. “Pink is definitely your color. Trust me.” She looks around, taking in the lively spring decorations that had been set up for the event. Silently wishing she could take a swig from her flask, she sighs quietly to herself. Smiling and regaining her composure, she turns towards Anya. “So, tell me how your day’s been so far. Having fun, or what?”

"The girl at the bar called it flower power, or something. I don't remember. She was cute, and I figured I'd ruin my chances if I asked too many follow-up questions, so here we are. Mystery drink." She laughs, lifting their own glass to their lips again. Anya can feel Ivy's gaze on her, on her outfit, and she lets out a small breath. "I know. Pink really isn't my thing, usually. But I figured I'd try something different. And I'm regretting it. The heels are killing me." Of course she was rambling. Get it together. "You look good."

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he scoffs, the roll of her eyes being something amusing to see for link. though, she was correct, he wasn’t exactly the carnival type. he looked at a ferris wheel, and it didn’t spark the same joy in him as it seemed to in everyone else. he just saw a giant wheel that he truly would hate to be on — but that had more to do with his fear of heights. link crosses their arms over each other, “ just goes to show, you never put in the effort to get to know me. ” he just replies with another sarcastic comment, though. “ what do you take me for, then ? ” if link was stuck in this line, they might as well poke some fun at her.

Ivy continues to walk forward slowly as the line creeps along and side eyes Link. “You would definitely be correct to assume that,” she responds, nodding affirmatively. “Never too late though, I guess, if we’re gonna be stuck here.” She sighs dramatically, annoyed that they were in this situation, but also pleased that he was just as quick witted as her. She couldn’t deny that she did find the sarcasm that came from their mutual irritation with one another a bit entertaining. “I don’t know, you always striked me as more of a… ‘stay at home and scream into a pillow’ type. But like you said, how would I really know?” she says with a shrug and tilts her head to the side slightly. “So, what have you been doing all day here then? Or did you come because you just couldn't bear the thought of missing all the excitement a ferris wheel as to offer?”

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Alexa Demie for Office Magazine (2019)

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Ivy laughs along with Ida, convinced that perhaps an actual friendship could blossom between the two. Although they had both already completed more than half their time at Ogden, they had never paid much attention to one another. They took different classes, were in different years and hung around different people. However, she liked her attitude and mentality. It was true that radiant, confident girls like them tended to flock together, but it was for that exact reason that Ivy always found herself somewhat wary of them – she knew how cruel they could be, because she was the same way, and she was all too familiar with how quickly people could switch up. Well, she used to be that way, anyway. Lately, she’s been trying to turn over a new leaf, and with that in mind, she places her hands on the metal plate across from Ida and smiles readily. 

“Oh, this old thing? Thanks for noticing, it takes taste to know taste,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder playfully. Obviously she knew that her sparkly, deep purple two piece set with cutouts in all the right places was a head turning outfit. That’s exactly why she made it, and wore it to the school event. Even though she was beginning to find the fellow rich-and-famous folks she was familiar with gauche and obnoxious, she still couldn’t deny that she would always love the attention her beauty and fiery looks awarded her. “I made it myself, actually,” she adds with a smile and a proud shrug.

“Lemonade’s always good, especially if it’s spiked,” Ivy says with a wink as the teacup begins to rotate. “Don’t worry, my parents would sue this place for every cent they have if something went wrong here.” She rolls her eyes at the thought of them and continues, “and you’re right, I definitely do like to whip the shit outta these things. They only come around every so often, right? Hope you don’t get motion sickness.” She laughs and grips the plate, yanking it to the side and spinning them around and around. “You graduating this year? Must be exciting to get away from this place. What are you gonna miss the most – the regurgitated campus food or comfy back brace dorm beds?” she asks, attempting to project her voice over the sound of the whirring ride and grinning as her hair whips in front of her face.

that's exactly what ida liked to hear. she was the fucking main character, and everyone had to pay their dues to her at some point. she'd make sure of it. "have i ever told ya, i like the way you think?" ida laughs, nose scrunching up as she looks toward ivy. hot girls had to stick together right? for the time being, and ida never let a moment like that past, especially when she could get something out of it in the end.

she slides into the cup, hands settling on the metal plate that controlled the rate of the teacup between them. one time when she was a kid and ended up at the county fair one of her brothers turned it so recklessly than ida ended up puking the rest of the night. just like dakota fanning. "oh yes, and your look, absolutely stunnin'." ida gestures, hand resting atop the wheel. "hmmm, i am a sucker for fair food, the lemonade and fried oreo's and a funnel cake. and i like a scary ride, but i swear these things are so old," she leans in across the wheel as the ride begins, the teacups slowly starting to move in their pattern, "that one wrong shift and boom it all comes crashin' down. so i stay on rides i can survive." she laughs, now starting to slowly spin the cup. "tell me ivy, you strike me as the type to like, whip the shit outta these things."

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Ivy quietly admired the view as they moved further and further away from all the noise and excitement on the ground. It was peaceful, and she was relieved that she didn’t find Reina’s presence as disturbing as she thought she might have – she was chill, and her energy wasn’t overwhelming. “Ah, working the carnival. Sounds thrilling. Where were you posted up at? I don’t remember seeing you earlier,” she said curiously. ‘Work’ was a foreign concept to Ivy, obviously, being that she was born into fame and never had to do any of the jobs people would typically do in high school and college to afford living. She didn’t have to work for her money, so although she earned a profit with her designs and modeling, she couldn’t relate to having no choice but to work to survive. She never felt bad about it before and was always generous with her money, but over time, she found herself feeling guilty for not knowing what it’s like to struggle through life financially – although the rest of her turbulent life made up for it plenty, little did anyone know. 

“Wow, careful not to overshare. That’s real specific,” she said sarcastically at Reina’s ambiguous reply to her question and gave a half smile. “I’m mostly a night owl. I think the most interesting things happen after dark. People say and do the kind of stuff they’re too afraid to when everyone’s watching,” she said pensively, taking in the view a little more before the ferris wheel made its last rotation. “So will you try to push me off the top if I ask you what your sign is?” Ivy asked jokingly in an attempt to try to get to know Reina a little better while they were together. She knew the two didn’t exactly trust one another, but her current mental state made it easier for her to move the conversation forward and see if they could warm up to each other.

Reina boarded the ferris wheel with Ivy and they were soon moving, stopping every few seconds to get the rest of the ferris wheel boarded before doing one full rotation and then going back to stopping to let people on and off the ride. "I've been here most of the day, working. I thought I'd check out what the carnival looks like from above at night." She answered, turning to look over at Ivy after taking a quick snapshot of what was below them. "But I can be a night owl or an early bird. It all just depends." She shrugged a shoulder. "What about you, have you been enjoying the carnival, do you prefer it during the day or at night?"

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"Perfect gentleman, actually." Was it the drugs or merely the charm that Nova so often had on display that had the girl so willingly taking their hand? The likely answer is both but it's far from being something they're concerning themselves with in that instant, fingers stained with tattoos wrapping around Ivy's own delicate digits without hesitation. "I certainly could but something tells me you're a girl that prefers a little mystery." The pair are ushered onto the platform and then onto the seat, Nova allowing the femme to settle in comfortably before he does, perhaps closer than was needed, but what was he there for if not safety and comfort? "Are you going to tell me yours?"

“Ah, noted,” Ivy says with a wink. ‘Perfect gentleman, indeed,’ she thinks silently to herself, feeling a bit more intrigued and flirtatious than usual. She definitely thought he was one of the most attractive people she had seen on campus, even this late into her time at Ogden, and there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity to get to know him a little better. Her romantic life, even casually, had been somewhat dry as of late, though all of her past relationships were known to be extremely… complicated. Fueled by liquid courage and desire to feel somewhat close to someone, even for a little while, she takes his hand and they proceed to the cart.  She gets in and they follow behind her, sitting close enough that she can pick up his clean, fresh scent. Having sort of a thing for fragrances, she finds herself relieved and figuring that there was yet another reason she must’ve run into the right person at the right time. After they’re secured in the cart, the ferris wheel begins slowly creeping up towards the night sky. She looks up, admiring the stars she’s able to spot through all the light pollution, then turns her head back to him, making eye contact and half smiling. “Hmm, I’m usually not the one to give up the cryptic bit first, or so quickly, but something tells me you’re not gonna budge until I do,” she says playfully. “Ivy. Ivy Rivas, if you want to get technical.” She wonders to herself if he’ll recognize her once she states her full name, but quickly shakes it off, reminding herself that the world doesn’t revolve around her – not to everyone, anyways. “Alright, so? Your turn, mystery man.”

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Ivy chuckled slightly at their movie reference, possibly a little more than she might have without her current buzz. Although she tended to be somewhat standoffish, especially with the people who Greer was close to, she found herself being a little more open to new people as of late. After taking some time… away from everyone for a couple weeks around midterms, she wanted to form connections with people and give herself a reason to stick around, even if it was with people she never would’ve seen herself talking to much in the past. Ivy and Alethea had their presumptions about one another, considering Alethea’s closeness to Greer, but Ivy had noticed a lot more room for new relationships to blossom now that she was gone. 

“No worries, let’s call it even,” she says with a half smile. Now seemed a time as good as any to strike up a conversation. Maybe the two actually had things in common and could get along if they talked through their past tensions and the reasons behind it. There was no harm in trying, right? “So… you liking the carnival so far? I think it’s pretty cute,” she says with a shrug in an attempt to be friendly – not exactly her specialty, but she was doing her best.

the thing with your one close friend disappearing meant that alethea was always more than alone at any sort of event. there was something absolutely terrifying about it each time she found herself wandering alone, hands clasped in front of her. but there was also something so...liberating about it. she could go off without others noticing (not like they had much to begin with), and instead of hiding behind greer, she was just hiding behind herself. one seemed worse than the other.

they figure the top of the ferris wheel would be a nice view, one not to miss. caught up in her own thoughts (honestly just thinking about the notebook and how ridiculous it was of noah to pull the stunt he did), she didn't notice the line moving, until someone was bumping into her. "oh god, so sorry." another step forward, they turn around to see ivy there and gives her a small smile. "i didn't realize the line had moved, that was my bad. i was just..." they glanced back to the ferris wheel. "how embarrassing it would be for someone to do to me what noah did to allie in the notebook."

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Ivy gave a small smile when she was greeted by Bibi upon looking up, noticing he seemed a bit jumpy. “Ah, it’s so good to see you!” she said, leaning in for a hug. She had always been a hugger with people she was friendly with, despite seeming like the type of person who would rip your hand off for trying to touch her – which did hold true for anyone she didn’t like. It was nice running into someone she was actually familiar with and liked talking to. “I’m just chilling, been at the carnival for a bit and figured this was the place to be,” she said, gesturing to the ferris wheel they were approaching. “I like the view from up high at night. All the lights and fresh air. Feels like a little escape.”

She shrugged and continued, “so how have you been? You seemed a little… jumpy before. Everything okay?” She was somewhat concerned, as she had always thought Bibi seemed like one of the few ‘good’ people she’s met in her life, and found herself protective over those people. To her, it seemed like good things always happened to the people who didn’t really deserve it, and bad things tended to happen to good people. "What have you been up to here tonight?"

Following the slog that had been his shift at the dunk booth, Bibiano De La Cruz need a break. The amount of times he had been dropped into the water surely had exceeded any previous years record; all thanks to the sleazeball greaser who had decided to set camp at Bibi’s booth. After wondering through the park grounds for a couple minutes, Bibi found himself standing in front of the ferris wheel. As his eyes tracked a particular rowdy passenger car making it’s ascension to the top of the wheel’s arch he felt someone bump into him from behind.

Bibiano instinctually tensed up, feeing cold dread building at the back of his neck. There’s no way that guy followed him this entered time, right? He wasn’t that petty, right? Cringing, Bibi turned his head to look at the person who had knocked into him, bracing himself to match gazes with Kathalipatrasamit arrogant, dark eyes. Instead, he found him self looking down into the large, brown irises of a young woman.

Blinking back his surprised, Bibiano’s faced broke out into a genuine smile as relief flooded his sense. He recognized her immediately.

“Ivy Rivas? What the heck! It feels like I haven’t seen you in such a long time. ¿Qué bola, Ivie?”

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Ivy raises her eyebrows and looks Hyatt up and down, suddenly not feeling so bad about bumping into the person in front of her after overhearing his TikTok moment while standing in line. “‘Watch where I'm’, what was that?” she says sassily. “Do you wanna finish that sentence?” She finds herself slightly irritated at his initial response, even if she was in the wrong for bumping him. Ivy couldn’t stand people who tried too hard, and Hyatt seemed like the prime example of that to her. Making TikToks, those smug responses to his q&a’s, and all those dramatic designer items she felt were simply thrown together to flex the prices and brands… It was her worst nightmare, honestly. “Don’t stop your little video on my account,” she says, rolling her eyes.

She pauses for a moment when she notices him stuttering a bit in his attempt to invite her to ride the ferris wheel alongside him. ‘Okay, maybe I’m being a little harsh…’ she thinks silently to herself, suddenly feeling kinda bad for the young man. He seemed a little clueless to her, and clearly didn’t really know what he was doing, so maybe she shouldn’t be so quick to judge. Still buzzed and being more open to conversation than she normally would, especially in these circumstances, she introduces herself somewhat dryly. “Ivy,” she says, probably with more attitude than she meant to. “You know what? Sure, why not,” she says with a small smile and a shrug in response to his offer. “Mister…?” She looks at him with an expression that indicates for him to introduce himself.

Everyone knows the best selfie to take at the Spring Carnival was way up high on the peak of the Ferris wheel, Hyatt included. As he lines up to complete his carnival vlog for the day, he chats with his fans on IG live, answering questions that pop up on his screen. Are you dating anyone? A commenter asks.

"Nope, not since last month!" Hyatt says, remembering how he and Justine just couldn't make it work. At least it lasted longer than the relationship before that with Alisha. Or with Heather. Or Tabitha. Or Symone. He gets a sudden chill and he shivers, pulling up the hoodie of his $475 Kenzo boke flower hoodie to protect his ears.

Who's that cute guy you had on your last TikTok? A question zips up his screen. "Heh, you talking about me?" Hyatt jokes and his commentators give him shit for it. "I'm joking guys, you're gonna have to be more specific..." He totters side-to-side in his $3,225 AMIRI distressed jeans while hundreds of comments list features which could either belong to his usual film favorites: Bibi, Leaky, Coco, Milo... He ponders in the deepest thought he can muster who the comments section could be talking about before his brain starts to hurt, and while he does, he doesn't notice the girl behind him.

They bump, and Hyatt skids a little forward in his perfectly pristine white Nike dunk high-tops, valued at a modest $15,750. The rubber's squeak against the rough pavement pierces Hyatt's Sneakerhead soul. Who in the world would do such a thing and ruin his shoes? Hyatt turns around, going, "Yo, watch where—woah, hey, what's up? I'm Hyatt."

He tells his viewers, "Sorry got to go!" and exits the live broadcast, focusing on the cute girl in line with him. He's never seen her before, but now that he has, he's sure not to forget her. "Well... I'd feel better if you and I share a Ferris wheel... car... cart? Capsule? Anyway, you wanna hitch a ride with me, Miss...?" He pauses, waiting for her to introduce herself.

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“I’m sure that isn’t exactly news to you,” Ivy says dryly with a shrug. “I bet we’re not so different. Parents like ours tend to have a… special effect on their daughters.” Knowing Heni also comes from money and has influential parents, she figures if there’s anything the two can relate on, it would be the pressure that comes with being born to live up to such high expectations. Ivy chuckles slightly in response to her comment about it being a money laundering scheme, as the clever remark suddenly reminds her of how alone she was with all the darkness she carried with her. ‘God, if only you knew…’ she thinks to herself silently. She grew up all too familiar with witnessing shady financial schemes, but never shared that with anyone, and wasn’t about to start with Greer’s best friend. 

She quickly shakes it off and turns her attention back to the conversation at hand. “I wouldn’t be surprised at all – honestly, that’s probably one of the less awful things they could spend the money on,” she says, shaking her head and scoffing slightly at the thought of their greed. “So, how are you liking the little bone they’ve thrown us with this carnival? I’d say the candy is a bonus,” she says, shrugging and popping a cherry jolly rancher into her mouth. She holds the bag out to Heni, offering her one with a slight smile, thinking of it as somewhat of a casual peace offering. 

what was it her parents used to say? a charity donation is but a tax write-off with better pr? "what?" she quips back, hands on hips, tone straddling the fine line between being sarcastic and being biting. "you're telling me you don't think ogden has the poor's best interests at heart?" she brushes a windswept lock of hair behind her ear. winter may have started its retreat, but it still felt like it lingered in the air all the same.

"this all feels like a money laundering scheme." a dry little chuckle sounds from her, almost involuntarily. but then again, didn't everything at this school feel at least a little off? "i wouldn't be surprised to find they're using this money to pay off the tv crew they had here the other week."