Born during the end of a war in the poor kingdom of Draconia. Ash Snowpelt, youngest of three is a Halfbreed along with his two siblings. His mother is a human ex-solder and his father is a werebear. He wasn’t allowed to go to school because he was forced to hide what he truly was. 

Years later, the war finally ended and Emerald Prep, a school that accepted all species was built to show the peace. For the first time in his life, he can go to school. But, not every student is happy with accepting mages and werebeasts as classmates, especially halfbreeds.

 Dealing with schoolwork, bullies, love, and a evil being that is hunting down werebeast students. Together with his two best friends, a kind vampire and a sharp-tongue mage, they work together against the hardest challenge of their lives, Freshman year.

Born during the end of a war in the poor kingdom of Draconia. Ash Snowpelt, youngest of three is a Halfbreed along with his two siblings. His mother is a human ex-solder and his father is a werebear. He wasn’t allowed to go to school because he was forced to hide what he truly was. 

Years later, the war finally ended and Emerald Prep, a school that accepted all species was built to show the peace. For the first time in his life, he can go to school. But, not every student is happy with accepting mages and werebeasts as classmates, especially halfbreeds.

 Dealing with schoolwork, bullies, love, and a evil being that is hunting down werebeast students. Together with his two best friends, a kind vampire and a sharp-tongue mage, they work together against the hardest challenge of their lives, Freshman year.

Rylin Pierce, the daughter of a wealthy family, just wants an epic rommace. 

Colin Anderson, the son of the richest man in Country C, is his father's puppet. 

Olivia Hart, the daughter of the president of Hart Prep, is the classic party girl. 

Chris Roddson is the scholarship student of Hart Prep and knows one too many secrets.

Rylin Pierce, the daughter of a wealthy family, just wants to graduate in one piece. 

Colin Anderson, the son of the richest man in Country C, is his father's puppet. 

Olivia Hart, the daughter of the president of Hart Prep, is the classic party girl. 

Chris Roddson is the scholarship student of Hart Prep and  

One missing. One dead. Three suspects. And one mastermind.

Jeon Seulbi is a normal 18 year old girl who dreams of becoming a actress. She is kind and sweet. Seulbi hates love and are broken from her past and are a bit cold hearted.

Lee minkyu is 18 year old boy. He is a actor. His mother is Seulbis mother best friend. He is smart and kind. He is silent but are open like a book. When he gets angry he acts stubborn.

One day the both of them are forced to marry each other. How will they live with each other?
Would they’re romance be real or is it all a act?

     "I got it don't worry!" I pick up a stack of chairs to bring to the media section of the stadium. It's been about 30 minutes by this point since we had started helping. There was some faculty and the juniors that were assigned, helping with the set up. With few other seniors like me and Kai helping. 
     Setting the chairs down, I look to the center of the stadium, was a stage where the ceremony would be commenced. Center stage, setting down the podium was the best teacher in all of Renderwood High. Mr. Lodi, the combative course teacher for the students planning on joining the Specialist program, has been teaching his course since the time the program first started at this school 24 years ago.
     He is African American, his greying hair is always in a military buzz cut. His sharp eyes could cut you if they were any sharper. He is barely 5'8" and his body is lean. He would be a very imposing person to look at if not for the fact that he is always smiling his pearly white teeth. He is maybe 50 years old or older but it's anyone's guess really. 
     Not exactly too keen on exposing a lot of information about himself. No matter how much I bugged him about it. Funny old man likes Kai and I. He said we had spark. Whatever that means, it wasn't what one would think, because to him it just meant he could choose me and Kai to be his sparring buddies to show the class how to do anything.
     Still, compared to all six other Specialist prep course teachers that I had, he was the more open one. Noticing my task of setting up the chairs being done, the old man waved at me.
     "Thanks kid! Haha, you finally getting outta here huh?" Walking towards him I shrug my arms upwards. "Yeah old man, guess your best student is leaving you," I smiled at him, "don't be too sad when I'm gone k?"
     "Hahaha, best student? You passed with an Above Standard assessment was my class. That was only because you are just a little stronger then the rest of average students," he said as he jumped down from the stage. "Out of the 136 of you that passed the Specialist prep program, only two of you got Exceeded Standards in at least four of the Specialist prep courses, one that got  Exceeded Standards in three, three more that got Exceeded Standards in two courses. These people also got above standards in the rest of their courses except one or two courses. Of the rest of them, they all got above standards in almost all of their courses. With only 40 or so people only managing to meet standards in all their Specialist Prep courses," he stops in front of me and pokes me in the chest staring into my eyes.
     "You didn't even manage to get Exceed Standards in any of the Specialist Prep courses. What makes you think that you were my best student?" He stated bluntly. He was right. 
     Out of all six Specialist Prep courses that I had, that I had in high school, I only got an Above Standards or AS in four courses. Those were in Limitless Science, General Strategies, Interrogation, and his Combative course about weapon fighting and hand to hand combat. I got a Meets Standards in Survival Tactics and Basics of Counter Intelligence. 
     Even though compared to the top of my class, I am a little far away from them, I got something that none of them had, or even the rest of the people who chose their Specialist Prep courses. So with a smile I looked him straight in the eye.
     "That's true but out of all 136 students... no, out of all 72 students that took your Combative Course, even the ones that got Exceeds Standards, I am the only one that got an Above Standards in your class. Meaning I'm technically stronger then the rest of them. Isn't that right, old man?" Plastered on my face is a shit eating grin.
     Yeah, you heard me. Everyone wants to know how to fight. Even the rest of the 136 students that didn't choose this prep course. But Mr. Lodi was notorious for only ever giving a Meet Standards assessment. While it isn't a bad score to get for the prep course, but most of everyone's dream, at least those in the prep course, wants to go into the Specialist program with their best foot forward. 
     This program would give you a chance to get into the top academies in the nation. Can't exactly get into these academies that allow you to work with Limitless without having outstanding qualification. Most of these academies even require you to get an ES assessment to get into them. 
     You could see why no one would want to take a risk with Mr. Lodi. Not like you would be willing to go to school for the normal seven hour classes and then take the extra specialist courses that each last another two hours a day including the Saturday class, just to end up not going to the school you dreamed of.
     Nonetheless, I still did something no one else did. It kind of put me in a spot where I'm not the best of the Prep students but definitely someone to keep an eye on.
     Especially since the only way to get an Above Standards assessment in the combative course, is to tie with Mr. Lodi. Did I already say that I managed to get that assessment? Maybe I did.
     Mr. Lodi's eye twitches as he points at my face, "I could've beat you if I didn't hold myself back during that fight."
     Laughing it off I reply, "and who's idea was that in the first place, mine or yours?" 
     He's right though, with his experience, he could most definitely have taken me down in a single instant. Still, it was the way he decided to do the exam. Ever since being able to beat him though, it has earned me some type of respect even among the other prep teachers. Maybe it's because Mr. Lodi was a Specialist?
     That's just speculation because no one actually knows what his past experience was. Most prep course teachers have already revealed that they were Specialists. Like the Counter Intelligence course teacher revealed he was a Scout Specialist. 
    Anyways, it doesn't change the fact I tied with the old man. As if knowing exactly what was in my mind at that moment he says "Don't get your head blown up kid? Just cause you did it doesn't mean nothing. You didn't beat me. Don't get cocky, just cause you did better then the rest of the kids."
     "So you admit that I am your best student," I say back. Pausing a moment Mr. Lodi laughs at my comment. "You're going to do great kid. Just make sure you don't act like that around your future instructors. They ain't exactly the easiest bunch," he turns to walk away, "see you when the ceremony starts."
     I chuckled to myself. My banter with Mr. Lodi was always like that. I was going to miss him. I was about to head to the waiting area with the rest of my class when I stopped in my tracks. 'Don't act like that with your future instructors?' I questioned myself. 
     I turned to look for Mr. Lodi immediately, but he was already gone. 'He knows who accepted me already?' I thought in surprise.
     I was just about to go look for him when I realized that the media reporters were coming in already. Actually there was a lot more media reporters then I thought. Checking my phone I saw that it was already 15 till nine. I had to head to the waiting area already. Pushing the fact that a lot of reporters were coming in.
      All I thought about was how the old man already knew where I was going. No course instructors or even the faculty here are supposed to know where the students are going. Or even if they were chosen. 
     Heck they didn't even know which academies were coming today. The report cards are always sent to every academy in the nation, but no one ever knows who is going to be accepted or which academies would come to the school. My brain started wandering to think which academy could've accepted me, when my mind flashed back to the scene in the hallway.
     It flashed back to the scene of me meeting her. The girl from Exceed Academy. 'That's right,' I had thought. Someone from this school is getting accepted to EA. Maybe it's those two. EA had a lot of high tier Limitless though. It was probably the only school that had an even number of Limitless and Specialists. 
     Which was impressive considering that there weren't a lot of Limitless compared to the normal people on the first place. Even those Specialists that made it in were people that either had background or had Exceeded Standards in four out of six prep courses. There were even some that had six prep courses with ES assessments. Even rarer were the people that had ES assessments in more then the six prep courses. These were people that were infinitely close to the definition of being a Limitless but stuck inside a normal persons body.
     That's when the other thoughts hit my head. If EA was coming, that might mean that the other top Academies are coming today. 'I guess Renderwood High is getting a lot of publicity today.' My thoughts came to a halt, as the back of my neck tingled.
     "Ball! Six o'clock!" On instinct, I moved to the right. We were taught in our classes that when something is coming at you, it's better to dodge to the side rather then just ducking as there is a chance that something will still hit you if you remain in the same spot. It's been something those in the prep courses have been instilled since the beginning of High School. 
     The ball landed two feet to my left. Turning around I see two more seniors headed towards me. One of them was Kai and the other was Linski Jones. I recognized his voice anywhere. 
     He's about the same height as me. He had blonde hair that's always tied to a short pony tail, and wears thin gold rimmed glasses. He can be found in either the library or the gym. It's his two favorite places. Kind of like that fit nerd archetype from comics and stuff.
     Linski is also the second ranked student out of the whole Specialist Prep Course program. You know. No big deal.
     What's he doing here walking with Kai and I? Well he became friends with Kai first, since they both got an ES assessment in the same course. Computer coding is a hard one to get one in also. After the initial assessments for the class, those two hit it off and became real good friends. 
     Even then it's strange that he became friends with me right? Most of those that got an ES assessment, only hang with those that got an ES assessment. Mostly because those with these assessments, would make it into top academies, maybe even make it into the academies with together. It also wouldn't be too bad an idea for these "elite" few to be able to build connections to each other. 
     Me already being best friends with Kai, made it easy to take since even if he got an ES assessment, he would still hang out with me because we are basically brothers. But to also have the number two for the prep course as a good friend also? 
     Most wouldn't find it practical, since both of them are guaranteed to get into the academies that I can't make. Much less the academy that Linski could get into. So why does he hang with me, you may ask? Well...
      "Looks like those reflexes are sharper then ever man! I only screamed to look out at the last second and you still dodged it. We gotta spar sometime soon man. Can't wait till this ceremony is done." 
     Did you catch on? Well, Linski really wants to fight me. Like badly. Why? Because I tied with Mr. Lodi. 
     Yep, all because I got an AS assessment in something he couldn't get more then a MS assessment in. The thing is, in Mr. Lodi's class, you are only allowed to fight those of the same assessment level group. Even among MS assessment level groups, there are those that just managed to pass and get a lower MS assessment level or those that got an middle MS assessment. Linski had just managed to get to a higher MS assessment level but he still could not manage to tie with Mr. Lodi. 
     Because of me getting an AS assessment level in that course, the only person that was qualified to fight me, was the teacher. We could all spar each other with his supervision, but the rules stated that outside of that, we are not allowed to spar outside our own assessment level. Even then we are only allowed to spar in designated areas and not outside those areas.
     Me getting the level that no one else got, made Linski constantly try to test my reflexes. We are allowed to do that, as even the faculty were instructed to do something like this. Anyways Linski started doing this because, if you didn't notice, he's a battle nut as well as a nerd.
     He is always constantly analyzing to try to get better. I admired that about him, so I never really minded what he did. Eventually he started talking to me and then badabing badaboom, we became good friends. Making Kai, Linski, and I the three musketeers. (The reboot for that movie was actually awful by the way. Rebooting old movies in the late 20th century is just a bad idea sometimes. They changed too much of it. Anyways..)
     "You just want the ceremony to be over, just so we could spar huh?" I picked up the ball and threw it back at him. 
     Raising his hand and catching it one handed, "of course! Been waiting two years; since you managed to get the MS assessment when no one else could in junior year, and even more so when you got the AS assessment this year." Throwing the ball back to me, I caught it and said jokingly, "Don't be sad if I kick your ass, okay?"
     "Kick my ass? You barely tied with Mr. Lodi anyways!" Linski exclaimed. 
    With a wide grin I say, "even if it's barely, a win is a win isn't it?" We both laughed out loud at that when Kai says, "y'all are leaving me out aren't you? I'm still good enough to spar." 
     Linski and I share the same look as we both say, "nah." Not letting up I looked at him and said, "You aren't as strong as me or as good at fighting as me." Linski nods his head at that.
     "We don't want to make you sad if we beat you up," Linski joked. "How exactly can you beat me anyways, if I said Linski can't beat me? Not even the instructor could beat me in normal sparring," I smirked at him.
     I start laughing with Linski, then I heard, "But I'm taller then both you munchkins." 
     Talk about kryptonite. My face in a half broken smile, "that doesn't mean anything though," I said half-heartedly.
     "What did you say down there?" Kai said cockily. "There's too much distance between you and me," he continued saying.
     Linski steps in and says also in a state of defeat, "we aren't even that short though, man." 
     Oh this is familiar territory, Kai is about to use his famous one two punch line, that always knocks out Linski. Kai turns to Linski with a wide grin.
     "So what is the national average for males, again? I think I forgot." Don't do him like that, man! Defeating Linski with facts is just brutal.
     You could hear Linski mumble something. "What was that? I couldn't hear you," Kai puts his hand up to his ear, "can you say that just a little louder?" 
     Linski sighs, "5'10." Kai looked at me then at Linski. "How tall are the both of you, again?"
     "Ha," we both sigh, "5'9"." It's always the same whenever we come to this argument.
     Linski tried to save the situation and quickly said, "but we are barely short anyways!"
     As if waiting for the chance, Kai looks at me then says, "what was that logic again? Even if it's barely, a win is a win? Well in this case, even if it's barely, if you are just barely short, are you not still short?"
     With my own logic! A hit with my own logic! How cold of my best friend. Noticing that both me and Linski are quiet now, Kai went for the final kill. "Plus, unlike some people, I've actually had a girlfriend and still managed to get an ES assessment in a course. Something both of you couldn't do."
     Oh he shouldn't have done that. Even cornered rats would be dangerous. That was just too hard of hit for Linski and I to take.
     Looking at each other for a moment of understanding, Linski and I both looked at Kai. Then went to tackle him.
      "Get him!" I yelled. "Oh oh oh, wait, I was just kidding, hold on!" Kai yells, running away.
     That was that. As Linski and I both chased Kai into the waiting room, the sad thought that I had when I first saw those two, slipped to the back of my mind. 
     The thought that this day would probably be the last time, we see each other since they both got ES assessments. That thought had disappeared as we ran into the room laughing together. This day had no room for sad thoughts. 
     It was the day that our journeys would start. Alone or not, it was going to be the start of something great. Man, was I in for a surprise.
    

Can you break your limits? Can you take your abilities and surpass your limits constantly? Shedding off these chains that have held you down since your birth. Were you born with that special something? Can you be Limitless? Well I don’t know about you but I’m pretty sure I was given the short straw when I was born. And hey if you’re like me that’s fine. I still not really anything special, hehe. But that won’t stop me. That won’t stop us. Let’s go past the limit. Together

Idea: the hero goes up to fight the demon king/lord or whatever, but as soon as the demon king dies the hero "becomes" the demon king.  
Think of it like the love, death & robots: the witness episode. 
The moment the demon king dies a new hero "appears."  Then that hero rushes in to kill the old hero.  You could make it so that the new hero thinks that the old demon king that died was a beloved companion.

The best part of this is almost a gladiatorial style.  It's like a perpetual shonen fight (think one piece fights on steroids.)

Shake up the formula with other conflicts if it's gonna be a long term series tho.  Maybe after killing the demon king and the following hero. The new "demon king" gets prep time for the next hero.

You could make it so that when you become the demon king you gain a "system" that forces you to act evil. (I'm just putting that out there as an option.)

Just drop in look around if you like it ponder of the ideas.  If not I’m open to ideas

My fear of seeing a division one or two champion came true. To make it worse, it was a team we knew. University Prep. 
Noah and I weren't the only ones to notice their entrance. Our whole team got a lot quieter as more of our teammates realized who else was here. 
"I didn't know that they won their championship too." I whispered to Noah. 
Noah shrugged. "Why would we care? We're in different divisions." He folded his arms across his chest. "Who cares anyways. We're champions too. They aren't better than us just because they're in a higher division. Just means their school is bigger."

Uh, the fact that they destroyed us a couple months ago says otherwise. I kept the comment to myself. 
Our Coach went up to greet theirs. As they talked to one another, our team got closer together and started to gossip. 
"This is crazy." Brian said in a low tone. "I can't believe they won their division."

"I can." Bryce looked pale. "The way they destroyed us. I'm actually glad that they won their championship. Makes me look a bit better, right?"

"No way, kid." Dave rubbed his head. "Who likes saying that they like to get beaten by a champion? That's not the kind of attitude to have."

"Really?" Sean asked. "Then what kind of attitude are we supposed to have? They mercy ruled us in five innings. We-"
"We didn't have the whole team." Kyle cut him off. 
Garret nodded in agreement. "I couldn't pitch. Neither could Kyle. Dave wasn't even allowed on the bench thanks to that ejection."

"Hey!" Dave said. "I wouldn't have been abled to pitch without the ejection anyways. Why you gotta bring it up?"

Garret shrugged innocently. "Because it's funny?"

Dave rolled his eyes. "Zeke didn't play either. And Jake..." He looked at me. "Sorry."

"It's okay." I shuffled my feet, looking down. "I wasn't good that game. I know."

"That's because you didn't sleep well." Noah remembered. 
"Zeke." A deep, unfamiliar voice called out, breaking up our teams chatter. We looked and saw that one of the University Prep players came over. 
Zeke excused himself from the coaches he was talking to and greeted the guy that called out to him. "Seth." They shook hands. "Congrats on winning your championship game."

"You too." Seth grinned. I recognized him as the pitcher that went up against us. "I read in the news that the other team tried holding you down to intentional walks. That's insane."

Zeke shrugged. "It happens." He glanced at me. "Luckily my team carried me to the win. It's a good way to end senior year."

"No kidding." Seth answered. He glanced down at me, catching Zeke's look. "Is this the freshman that had the game-winning home run?"

Zeke nodded. "This is Jake. You played against him a few months ago. In the Foothill Classic."

He stared at me, making me fidget. "Sorry, I'm not that good with faces and names."

"It's okay." I mumbled, moving closer to Noah. 
Something clicked from within when he saw us so close together. "Wait! You two are the middle infielders. I remember now. You're both freshman so I think we talked about it during the game."

"In a good way or a bad way?" Noah asked, arms still crossed. 
Seth's smile faltered. "Well, I can't recall the whole conversation. Either way, it doesn't matter. Talk is talk. But you guys walked the walk. CIF champions is a good title."
Noah didn't like that answer at all, frowning. 
"Say Zeke, I heard you're really not entering the draft next week." Seth quickly changed topic and ignored us in favor of talking to Zeke. Not that I blame him. We're just kids to someone like him. 
"I've committed to Stanford." Zeke stated.

"College is such a waste." Seth remarked. "You're just losing out on time that you could be in the big leagues."

Zeke's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Just like college isn't for everybody, playing years in the minor league system isn't for me. I rather develop my game while getting an education."

He chuckled. "Yea? Well, I hope you don't regret it when you fall behind us." He jerked a thumb to his team. "Hayden is set to go in the first round. I'm hoping for the same, but the second round wouldn't bother me."

Zeke nodded. "I wish you guys all the best in that regard." He tilt his head away from Seth, giving him a look out of the corner of his eye. "Now, if you don't mind, I need to get back to my coaches. We were having an important discussion."

"Sure, sure! I just wanted to come over and say hello. We should catch up a bit after all of this. I think all these teams will be seated near each other so it won't be too hard." 
Zeke gave a nod. "Alright." He glanced down at me and Noah. "You two should follow me." He went back to the coaches without saying goodbye to Seth. 
Noah and I promptly followed him back to where the coaches were chatting, wondering what could be so important for him to include us. 
"What was all that about?" Mr. Miller asked. 
"Just flexing." Zeke told him. 
"Flexing?" Mr. Miller questioned. "What?"
I didn't understand either. 
"He was bragging and showing off." Noah explained. "Throwing some shade too. What a loser."

"Ohh." Mr. Miller understood. "Stay calm, Noah. I don't want you to rile up the other guys."

"I hope he doesn't get drafted at all." Noah laughed. "Wouldn't that be great?"

"Very unlikely." Zeke said. "Highly improbable. If we're lucky though, he'll drop to the third round."

Noah relaxed as Zeke joined in on cursing that guy. "I kind of wish you would go pro just so you can overtake him in the draft. Maybe even push him down a few spots."

Zeke shook his head. "That's not how the draft works. It's all about supply and demand."

"I know." Noah pouted. 
Zeke patted Noah on the shoulder. "Don't worry. It's not like he'll go pro right away. He'll have to do some time in the minor leagues. There's no guarantee in this world. Just because he entered the system before me doesn't mean he'll automatically become a pro before me."

Noah nodded. "Yea, I know. And it's not about when you become a pro, but how long you can last." He glanced back to where University Prep was standing. "As a pitcher, his career is already in jeopardy."

"Who knows." Zeke said. 
"Hello everyone!" Rose was back. She stood in the center of everyone. "As the coaches know, I'm Rose and I'm with public relations. I'll be giving out the instructions on when we'll be going out onto the field. But first, some rules. One, stay with your team. Don't wander off and get stuck with the wrong team. I don't want to see any of you running around on the grass. Next, when the camera man points at you to put your team up on the jumbotron, no inappropriate signs of any kind. If you have to ask what's inappropriate, then don't do it. I won't hesitate to have you and your team removed from the stadium for offensive behavior. Third, be on your best behavior. You're a representative of your school, of your district, and are all stellar athletes. So act like it." 
Rose got her coworkers to help line everyone up, thankfully keeping University Prep. away from us. I wouldn't put it past Noah to start a fight of some kind. Especially after being disrespected by that Seth guy. 
I was more curious than upset by what he had said. If they talked about us during that beat down game, I wonder what was said, if it was bad. I wasn't myself at all that game and it was the absolute worst. I wonder if they just thought I was in over my head. 
I was thankful for the championship game allowing me a chance to shine. And for giving my team a chance to show their pride. 


After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. 

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Friday afternoon, Daniel, Hero, Anthony, and Brandon sat in the locker room before the first day of football practice. Everyone truth had surfaced over the past week, and every lie had intensified. They hadn't talked about any of it yet, but they knew if they didn't a storm would be coming. Brandon wouldn't speak to Anthony and wanted to start a fight every time. The guys weren't as thrilled with the email exposing Octavia and what she had to say about them. But they weren't going to resort to violence or give one another the cold shoulder.
"Dudes, a voice called from behind them.
Hero turned around to see Christopher as he walked in.
"Hey," he said back.
"It's quiet in here. I thought this was a locker room, not the Mesons' library." Christopher tried to lighten the mood.
"We're just focused, man," Anthony said.
"Right, who are you focusing on now? Lucy? Carmen? Natalie?" Brandon snapped. Brandy wasn't herself lately, and the break up was taking a toll on her, whether she wanted to admit it or not. "Please enlighten us."
"I'm not going through this shit again with you." Anthony laced up his sneakers. "I told you I'm sorry."
"You should apologize to my fucking sister, not me."
"How could I? She won't even look at me!" he shot back and punched the locker.
"Stop it you two." Hero said. "We don't need to be falling apart. In two weeks we will be playing against Harrington Prep--focus all your aggression towards that. Take your anger out on the field." Anthony fucked up, and he knew he would have a hard time with Brandon. He played his sister and no brother in their right mind wouldn't want to defend his sister. Brandon looked at Anthony with disgust and walked out of the locker room. Christopher scratched the back of his neck and shook his head.
"Daniel, how's Octavia doing? I heard she got into with a sophomore this morning."
"Yeah, the sophomore spilled cranberry juice on her." Daniel talked with Octavia this morning about transferring to the nearby school, Harrington Prep. It was still the beginning of the semester, and she wouldn't have missed much. Octavia said she would give him an answer tonight. Which meant she would be starting there the upcoming Monday.
"Whoever sent that email must have it out for her. Remember what happened last year with Sierra? First the emails and then the fire." Hero shivered.
"I don't think anyone could ever forget that." Christopher chimed in. "We got to leave school a month early." he smiled at the memory.
"But Sierra burned in that fire." Hero looked over at Daniel. "I still think Brooke crazy ass did it. Letting Brandy take the fall for it--that was wrong."
"Dude, I don't know who started that fire. It probably wasn't even them two. Just because they were in the area when it happened doesn't mean anything. They were proven innocent and why are we talking about this?" Daniel got defensive. Brooke was a deadly manipulator, but murder wasn't her thing.
"Because look what's happening with Octavia." Anthony pointed out.
"And that's why I'm transferring her out. She doesn't deserve the way everyone is treating her." he snapped. "Now can we drop this? I don't want to discuss Octavia nor Brooke right now." he walked out the locker room.
"I still think Brooke crazy ass did it." Hero added walking after him.
Octavia sat on her bed, her head buried into her economics textbook. She tried to tune out the other girls in the room, as they gossiped about the newest Kylie Jenner palette or the Crayon Case eye shadow palette. Things she wasn't remotely interested in. Maybe going to Harrington Prep wouldn't be so bad. Their art department is just as great as Stevenson'. Octavia watched Evie talk to Alexa. She was doing that thing most people do when they act nice and interested, while just below the surface they don't care about anything you are talking about. Octavia mastered that skill, only by attending this school for almost two weeks.
Evie rolled her eyes. "I prefer the Crayon Case."
"So do I, but my go-to would have to be Kylie," Alexa flipped the page of her Cosmopolitan magazine. "Any who what are we doing this weekend? My parents are going to London for a week, my house will be free. Weekend in LA, anyone?"
Brooke gave a knowing look to her and smiled. Octavia had no clue the girls were sitting her up for this one. Would she turn down a girl's trip or fly out to Italy? Brandy, Evie, and Brooke agreed to an LA trip, and they looked at Octavia.
"Are you down Tavia?" Brooke nicknamed her. "Girls trip?"
"I can't." Octavia closed her textbook. "Sorry."
"Why not? Do you have plans Tavia?" Brooke tried to keep her anger at bay. She didn't want to hear Octavia say she was going to Italy with Daniel, anything but that.
"I'm transferring schools," she said meekly.
"What?!" the girls shouted in unison.
"Yeah, Daniel and I talked about it, and we think its best if I leave. Since it's still the beginning of the school year, I won't have to play catch up too much at Harrington Prep." Octavia tucked her legs underneath her.
"Daniel." Brooke scoffed. "Are you going to let him dictate your life for you? I think you should tell him to take a hike. Right ladies?"
"I think she should go. I heard what happened to you this morning. Trust me it's only going to get worse." Evie felt bad that Octavia was enduring this, she didn't ask for it.
"But we will protect so it won't happen again." Brooke snapped at her.
"And how do you expect us to protect someone every second of the day. She is better off at Harrington, they aren't like us--she would do better there." Evie snapped back.
"What do you mean they aren't like us?" Octavia questioned.
"Harrington is a good school. They have more people who are like you there. A lot of scholarship kids to be exact." Brandy explained. "Don't worry just say your friends with the B.A.B.Es as everyone calls us, and you will have no problems." Evie had a point; they couldn't protect Octavia, with everything on their plates. If they got too distracted for one-second things could go wrong.
"Alexa, help me out here." Brooke looked at her for back up.
"I--"
"Girls, please don't argue over me. I want to go. I'm absolutely grateful to you all and thank you for being my friends. But I have too. As Brandy said, there are more kids like me over there. Stevenson Academy is a world I can't live in, but I did enjoy it for a while. I can always visit right?" Octavia didn't want to lose their friendship with the girls now that she was leaving, but she wouldn't be surprised if they flat out exiled her for going.
"Of course, you are still Daniel's girlfriend. You are more than welcome to come back." Brooke smile didn't reach her eyes. She was pissed.
"I'm not sure what Daniel and I are anymore. He wasn't so happy after that email got out." Octavia looked at the window. She felt terrible saying those things about Brooke. If anyone at this school had her best interest at heart was Brooke, she thought to herself.
"Really?" Brooke whispered to herself. "I tho--"
"Shh," Evie stood up and walked to the window. "You hear that?" she peeked through the curtains.
"Hear what?" Brandy walked next to her.
"Look, over there." she pointed. "Abby is in handcuffs." the rest of the girls ran to the window, the curtains drawn back.
"Wonder what the hell is going on?" Brandy questioned. Could a guardian angel be looking out for these demonic girls or someone with a hidden agenda?
****
To: Stevenson Students
From: DeanEvans@stevenson.edu
Date: Friday, September 14, 2:19 p.m
Subject: Policy on Violence
Dear Students,
Parents, legislators and school districts attempt to balance the desire to keep school children safe a free from bullying or harassment with the need to protect their privacy and free speech. School policies implement safety measures and school disciplinary programs to prevent violence from taking place at school and to punish those who commit acts of violence. Stevenson Academy is a safe haven for everyone and will remain that way. Abby Garland has been expelled from Stevenson Academy for the involvement in Morgan Williams' death. Emails have been sent out to your parents this morning.
This is a zero-tolerance academy anyone who goes against the school code of conduct will be dealt with immediately. If anyone has any questions or concerns, my door, as well as your advisers' doors is always open.
Sincerely,
Dean Evans
****
LucyEvans: I was sharing a room with a murderer this entire time.
TheresaJohnson: You should definitely blog about what it was like. You poor thing.
LucyEvans: I should. She always gave me the creeps with her chipped nail polish. Hasn't she heard of dipped nails? Or gel polish?
TheresaJohnson: Oh yeah, she was definitely a murderer than, a girl who doesn't care for her nails is sooo borderline psycho.
LucyEvans: Right!!
****
To:BrandyPowell@stevenson.edu
From: lovemelongtime2@yahoo.com
Date: Friday, September 14, 2:34 p.m
Subject: Happy?
It's done, just like you asked. I'm coming back in a month so you need to move quickly.
****
 
To: lovemelongtime2@yahoo.com
From: BrandyPowell@stevenson.edu
Date: Friday, September 14, 7:19 p.m
Subject: RE: Happy?
Her dad is announcing his run for office in two weeks. Everything is on track, just relax.
 

"Pretty Little Liars" meets "Gossip Girl"


Stevenson Academy, an elite boarding school in Washington, houses teenagers of some of the most influential celebrities to politicians in America. These extravagant rich kids, don't let the academy rules stop them from living their best life.

Determined to make this year better than the last, a group of besties now turned frenemies.  Navigate their last year reinventing themselves, exploring their sexuality or lack there of while keeping the biggest secret of Stevenson Academy under wraps.

How far will these "besties" go to keep their secret hidden?

    Just as were arriving to the campsite, Jimbo gave my ass a playful tap as he passed by. As he did so, he gave my cute behind two soft taps. A double tap would often tell me that he needed to tell me something, a coded message we had been using for a while. Just after that I pretended to need to stop for a second to tie my shoelaces. Jimbo came back to check up on me.
    "Hey, babe." Jimbo said as he strolled over. "You doing alright?"
    "I'm good," I replied, giving him a wink. I waited for the others to pass by. "What's going on?"
    "We're almost at our destination," Jimbo said, "Just play it cool, we're staying out here overnight. It's not a hike, it's a camping trip."
    "Lovely," I said, standing back up. "I didn't bring any bug spray."
    "Don't worry," Jimbo said, tapping his chest pocket. "I've got ya covered. Act surprised, but not too surprised. Prove that you're able to roll with the punches."
    After giving me a small hug, Jimbo went back on the trail to catch up with the boss. I resumed walking and like he said moments later we were at the campsite. I walked around and inspected the site, trying to look delighted by the turn of events rather than annoyed. I did my best to keep my amusement to myself when I realized that the tents had names on them and were assigned, just like the rooms at the cabin. Jimbo assumes that I don't camp but he would be wrong. My father loved to camp, and while I wasn't fond of it myself, I knew how to do it because of all the camping trips my old man dragged my entire family on a few times each summer.
    I watch as Angie runs around like a chicken that just had it's head cut off, all chaos and zero chill. Such a shame that her support system worked all night and slept in. Then again, Josh was the lucky one here. I wish I was back at the cabin too, so I can't dis the man too much. Knowing our luck, he was going to spend the day writing another bestseller and make millions of the inspiration we all gave to him last night. Nice to see someone's being productive this weekend.
    "Rachel," I heard someone call out, "Are you alright?"
    "Yeah," I said, looking over to Nicolas who was sitting in one of the nicer chairs. "I'll be alright."
    "Sit with me," he invited.
    "Are you sure?" I asked, not sure if I'd be bothering him.
    "It will make look empathetic," he countered, "And it gives you an excuse to steal one of the good chairs cause you're checking up on me."
    I couldn't argue with Nic's logic, and since I was a tad concerned I accepted his invitation. I walked over and sat down beside him, stealing one of the good chairs as he recommended. I crossed my legs and tried my best to get comfortable.
    "Do you think Mrs. Parsons assigned the tents just to annoy Angie again?" I asked.
    "Probably," Nicolas said, laughing at the thought. "I don't think Mrs. Parsons likes her very much."
    "I wouldn't if i was her," I said, "I'd be threatened by any woman that hot who wants to climb the corporate latter. She's afraid Angie will do anything to get a head. She probably won't, but that's what keeps many wives of CEO's up at night."
    "I suppose," Nicolas said, "But she's already got her claws into a very successful man, so I don't think she'd risk losing that big fish."
    "Anther good point," I said, as he was again making a sound argument. Josh was indeed a catch, and a very big fish for a woman like her to land.
    We both watched from our chairs as Angie walked over to where Mrs. Parsons was and started to help her with meal prep, as she was likely being told to help. Not like she needed to be ordered to, she would do it just for the brownie points.
    "And there she goes," Nicholas said with a chuckle, "Brown nosing even tot he boss' wife."
    "Maybe she should sleep with her instead," I joked.
    "Ha!" Nicholas said as he loved the quib, "I would totally not put that above her."
    "Neither would I," I said, enjoying this conversation. I almost didn't want to ask the next question. "Are you feeling alright?"
    "I'll be fine," Nicholas answered, "Many days I lie when I say that, but I'm not doing too bad this time out. The chair is helping too."
    "What does it feel like?" I asked him. Jimbo and I talked about it a few times but never really got into the nitty gritty of it.
    "It's hard to explain," Nicholas said, shifting in his chair. "Just imagine arthritis had an illegitimate crack baby that was jacked up on steroids."
    "How often are you in pain?" I asked him.
    "It's easier to ask when am I not." he replied, "Truth is I just bear it and lie. There's no point telling anyone who cannot do anything about it. Why should I piss on their parade? Just let them live in ignorant bliss, unaware of that suffering that goes on around them."
    "It's not nice to assume people cannot help, isn't it?" I asked him.
    "If my doctors and specialists can't help," Nicholas started, "Then I'm pretty sure the normal folk can't either."
    "Touche," I said, metaphorically tossing in the towel. "I'm sorry I can't help."
    "You are helping," Nicholas corrected, "Sitting here and just being normal is more helpful than you could ever imagine. It's nice to talk with out the bullshit standing in the way. That's something I also like about Jimbo. I don't have to fake it around him either."
    "You couldn't anyway," I added, "He smells lies like a fart in a car. You can't bullshit him."
    "Oh crap," Nicholas said, almost under his breath. "You are being summoned to the prep table. I suspect you are about to be put to work."
    "It's alright," I said, standing up. "Can't let Angie have all the brownie points."
    "Have fun," Nicholas said, grinning.
    "Fuck you too..." I said playfully as I walked away.

A weekend getaway meant to get away from the stresses of life is anything but, as troubled pasts boil to the surface

Today was the first schoolday in three days, and man it was difficult to get up at 6:30 AM this morning. However, I did, and went through my normal morningly routine in order to prep for the schoolday.

For breakfast I prepared some quick maple and brown sugar oatmeal. Shortly after taking it out of the microwave, I drowned it in milk as an experiment. It tasted fine overall and I have no regrets.

Shortly after finishing breakfast, a friend of mine (who I'll refer to as Joe for the rest of this entry) showed up at my door. He agreed to drive me to school today.

It's always nice to get a ride because then I don't have to forego being the only junior on the claustrophobic bus with no air conditioning.

Needless to say, we arrived at school around half an hour early. Today, for Joe atleast, was ACT score release day. He agreed to check his score with me that morning.

Being a group of junior, all of my friends (including myself) have been taking a number of assessments as college entrance exams, mainly the SAT and ACT. I've taken the SAT once and after virtually no practice I scored a 1380. I may take it again in the future but I'm perfectly fine with that score as well so I may not. I'm not sure.

My friend Joe, on the other hand, had already taken the SAT and scored an 1190. Although an 1190 is quite a bit above the national average, it is certainly not high enough to get into most top 50 Universities and so this score was a lot lower than he wished for.

Shortly after, he switched to team ACT and today was the day he got his score back. He slowly logged into the testing portal and as his score was revealed, he was filled with dissapointment. He scored a 23 on the ACT, a score equivalent to an 1130-1150 on the SAT.

I did my best to counsel Joe and shortly after I headed to my first class, physics.

Today in physics we continued to go over some practice problems for energy and work. The concept doesn't seem very difficult, just an added step onto forces.

We also received our tests back and were able to see our mistakes. I got a 95%, messing up the bonus and an explanation question.

I then continued to Digital Design. I got my flyer project grade back, and had received an 85% due to two typos I had made. This was rather irritating as I had spent so much time and effort on this project for it to be ruined by two typos. I asked my teacher if I could fix them and resubmit, and she agreed. I'm not sure how many points I'll score back.

In AP statistics we had a "multiple choice monday" even though it was Tuesday. Essentially, all we did was answer some multiple choice questions on our own and go over them at the end of class.

Tuesday's lunches are always the best. I normally get a chicken quesadilla which is one of the better school lunch options. I accompanied my meal with an orange juice and mandarin oranges. All together it tasted great.

IT class today was a makeup day. We had time to get any work that we had not turned in for any reason turned in, as interims (half report cards I guess) were due at the end of the day today. I had no work I hadn't turned in, so I literally spent the entire class playing minecraft education edition in a small multiplayer world I had created. It was rather fun.

Switching to pre-calculous a friend of mine alerted me that the test grades were in the online gradebook. I quickly checked and was pleased to see a 100% sitting in front of my eyes. Somehow, unfortunately, a lot of my friend's did not manage to do so well, scoring Cs and below.

Today in class we were going over the Law of Sines. This topic is rather boring because I actually had already learned this two years ago as a freshman in geometry. It's basically just plugging into a formula and gets super boring if done repetitively.

In APUSH, we were given time to work on an outline for the chapter we were reading. To be honest though, nobody actually worked on the packet. Everyone sat on their phones doing absolutely nothing, myself included. I guess we were all just too lazy and apathetic to get anything done.

Finally, I went to english. We began our discussion on our next unit, transcendentalism. Essentially, the philosophy views all people as good at their core and expresses that we should be one with nature. It's an interesting concept, I guess, but certainly not one for me.

After the seventh period bell rang I rode the bus to my neighborhood, and then began the trek home in the rain. It wasn't bad though because it was nice and cool yet not hot at the same time. I enjoyed today's weather.

I worked on homework today from around 4:30 until 6:30. Particularly, I had AP statistics, pre-calculous, and APUSH homework. Luckily, I managed to finish the guided reading outline that I hadn't even really looked at during class. I'm glad I didn't procrastinate too much on that assignment.

For dinner that night I ate homemade chicken soup. I really enjoy this meal, as the real chicken tastes amazing and the broth is a mixture of so many different tastes. I complimented the soup with a cup of cola.

Shortly after dinner, I retired to my bedroom and continued to watch Overlord until around 10PM when I started writing today's chapter. Ocerall the series is getting very interesting and I am now hooked. I'll probably watch a bit more after writing and then get ready to go to sleep. I do not think I have anything huge planned tomorrow. Peace out.

This is my life. I am writing this story to always remember where I came from in the years to come.

Bennett's truck slows at the curb to my building and I have the front door open before he completely stops.

"There will be someone stationed out front all day and Spencer's eye in the sky if you need help," Bennett rushes the words out probably fearful I'll close the door before he can finish.

It was my plan. "Whatever." I jump out from the truck and yell a quick thanks before shutting the door. I may be pissed, but I have manners.

I stomp to the store, my boots from last night too high heeled to make much noise especially with Bennett's door closed, but I don't care. There's no way he doesn't realize I'm pissed. Yet, he does nothing about it.

He lets me walk to the bakery door.

He lets me unlock the front door.

He lets me walk into the store.

He lets me close the door behind me.

Half-way to the kitchen his truck drives away from the curb and I look back scowling, but he's too far away to notice.

The bell jingles from my hard slam. The loud noise is too annoying so early in the morning. My first few steps into the bakery are stompy from anger, but by the time I reach the back they've softened. I've turned the oven on to warm up and pulled out racks of premade dough before I question my decisions over the last few hours.

I can't believe I broke up with Bennett.

I can't believe I was actually dating Bennett.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

I'm not sure if he's being stubborn or if he doesn't care I'm pissed off. He didn't say anything to me all morning long. I was downstairs in the living room getting ready to leave and walk to the bakery when he came down the steps with Liam in his arms. He put Liam in the truck and then he put me in the truck, the SUV from last night parked beside it. There were a few short grunts and one stern don't-give-me-any-crap look, but he didn't say more than a sentence to me.

I don't know what that means.

Why are men so frustrating?

An hour later I'm still banging around pots and pans with more force than necessary. There's no one around to hear my ruckus and it makes me feel better, so I don't plan to end the practice anytime soon. The alarm on the back door pings and I tense waiting for it open, but Tabitha sticks her head around the edge.

"Can you believe that man?" she says stabbing in the numbers of the alarm to silence it.

I drop the bowl of frosting I was mixing. "No, isn't it ridiculous?"

Tabitha takes off her light fleece jacket and throws it over the coat rack I keep in the back corner. Even in the middle of summer it gets chilly so early in the morning.

"I don't know if I should find it cute or throttle him when he is sleeping."

"I know."

She stops walking halfway to the prep table, her eyes narrowed. "Who are you talking about?"

"Bennett, obviously. Wait, who are you talking about?" Picking back up my bowl I start mixing again.

She jerks her hands up in the air. "Ridge! Do you know he has cameras in The Loft?"

I stir harder. "Yeah, I figured it out."

"The man needs help. I'm going to go flip the sign to Open." She walks through the swinging kitchen door so hard it flies into the wall making me cringe. I can't blame her, though, I'm upset too. It's like whatever they put in the water made the men taller and hotter... and overbearing. There's always a tradeoff.

I worked damn hard to get where I am. I picked up and left my hometown and moved literally all the way across the country to run my own bakery. To follow my dreams. And now, he thinks because we've had sex once or twice I'm supposed to be like all, "Oh Bennett, save me please." I don't think so.

I frost the last of the cream-filled chocolate éclairs and walk the tray out to Tabitha. She can't cook for anything, but the woman has a knack for making them look pretty in the case.

I hand her individual éclairs while she stacks them up in the display. Sunday mornings are always a little slow at the bakery. Most of Pelican Bay spends their morning either in bed or at church. There isn't anyone walking to work or security guys headed out to do whatever they do with the criminals. Even the bikers who have taken to stopping in once a day are sleeping it off at seven o'clock Sunday morning. It leaves us with a lot of quiet time, but enough random sales here and there to make it worthwhile to stay open.

Since we don't sell as much, it makes getting ready for the day easier. I leave Tabitha up front and prep a few sandwiches for the lunch rush. Which again isn't much. The two of us have set into a little routine of her working the front and me in the back cooking unless someone needs a special item or she gets backed up.

Except this morning she doesn't follow the routine. Instead Tabitha walks with me right back into the kitchen. It's not like she left anyone out there so it's not important. Plus, we have men to complain about. They take precedence.

"Why are the cute ones always so frustrating?" she asks leaning on the prep table.

"I don't know. I think the least they could do is put on their uniforms and walk around for us." An annoying hot guy in a military uniform would be better than an annoying man in a T-shirt.

Tabitha sighs. "That would be nice."

"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask matching her stance.

"Of course. I only want to hear secrets."

I lean in a little closer.

"I've always had a thing for marines. The dark jackets. Those snazzy bright buttons."

"Did you describe a military uniform as snazzy?" she laughs around asking.

"You don't think so? Those nice neat lines and colors that pop."

She laughs outright. "Well don't tell Bennett or Ridge you have an attachment to shiny buttons. They're all sensitive about which is the best branch of the military."

The security alarm on the back door beeps alive. I jump away from the table as the door swings open.

"I'm sorry!" Tabitha yells over the sound. She runs at the alarm and taps in the code. When it's quiet again she says, "Ridge made a fuss about making sure the alarm is set all the time and the sound up just in case."

Katy steps away from the door. "What the hell?"

She unloads all the packages in her arms, setting each item on the prep table I finished sanitizing only minutes ago. There's an oversized bottle of white wine and a twelve-count box of the white sugar cookies with the super cute frosting that are sold in pretty much every grocery store in America.

"It's a little early for wine, isn't it?" I asked lifting each item, sanitizing under it, and then moving them to the corner.

"Pierce stopped by last night!" she answers and breaks the seal on the cookies, struggling with the plastic label.

I stop wiping off the table and watch her movements. "Did you bring store-bought sugar cookies into my bakery?"

Her movements skirt to a stop, one cookie halfway to her mouth as she looks around in the kitchen like she's just now realizing where she is. "I wasn't thinking straight, okay? Plus, they're really good cookies."

I shrug in agreement. She makes a good point. They're mass produced. You can buy them everywhere, yet they're delicious. Sold from some bakery based in Michigan, I swear they have to use magic or fairy dust or some other crazy ingredient to make them stay fresh and soft so long.

"You're forgiven," I say taking a cookie from the box.

"You didn't listen. Pierce came over last night. He accused me of trying to sabotage his businesses." She bites off half the cookie, a few crumbs falling on her pink long sleeve shirt and my table.

"His businesses?" Tabitha asks.

"Yeah," Katy says around her bite of cookie. "He's part owner in the bar! Can you believe it? I'm so sick of men."

"Me too." I take another bite of cookie, shaking my head.

"Me too." Tabitha takes a third cookie from the box and leans up against the table with her hip. "I'm so tired of the pissing contest. Who has the most cameras? Who makes the most money? Who cares, right?"

To keep myself busy so I don't eat the entire container of cookies, I dump all the dough I've been letting rise for the last hour and start kneading it. "And how they act like we can't do anything on our own." I slam my fist into the dough and flip it over.

"You move to Maine and they're all a bunch of grunting lumberjacks. It's like there's testosterone flowing through the water." Tabitha grabs a meat tenderizer — that is definitely not meant for use on dough, but I don't have the heart to stop her. She pounds a small section of my ball leaving divots.

"You think you have it bad. I've lived here my whole life. It's been going on since kindergarten," Katy adds, taking another bite of cookie.

"We need to show them we are perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves," I say, flipping the dough again. A little cloud of flour fluffs up around the edges.



A fun, humorous romantic suspense series from USA Today bestselling author, Megan Matthews!
Pelican Bay Security is full of hot former Navy SEALS, a small costal town in Maine (with a crime problem), and a group of Bakery Girls waiting to cause trouble. 

When I moved here to set up a new security company as a fugitive recovery specialist, I didn’t plan to find my next-door neighbor breaking into her aunt’s house. I also didn’t expect the random henchmen harassing her for diamonds she insists she doesn’t have.

Tabitha is running from an ex-boyfriend, and I desperately want to help. As a former Navy SEAL I have the skills to deal with almost any idiot willing to give his girlfriend a black eye. Her lies, drama, and ex-boyfriend catch up with her and it may not be something I can handle on my own. I just hope if things turn violent, we both come out alive.
#explicit #Suggested age 18+
Pelican Bay Security is created by Megan Matthews, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

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