This isn't how it's [supposed] to be.* :Open:

[dominique]

The sleek, black Cadillac Escalade pulled up smoothly infront of the courtyard, parked against the curb. Who needs a limo when you have something more expensive? Dominique thought to herself, as her chauffeur opened the side door. She emerged from the expensive car in a fashionable manner, her hands rested upon her hips while she examined the school. She'd seen better, more expensive, and prettier, but this would have to do. She plastered a smile upon her lips, forcing herself to smile at other students. She'd have to make a good first impression if she was going to play with people's minds, and this was the way to do it. Suck up, them crush them down.

Pulling her thick rimmed sunglasses over her eyes, she examined her nails, whilst twisting her hair around her index finger. How boring.. Dominique murmured under her breath impatiently. So far she wasn't eye catching, but it wouldn't take her long to get other's attention. Looks where one of her strongest points, and she knew how to take advantage of it to her fullest.

Dominique pulled her white purse from the Cadillac, placing it over her left shoulder. She wanted to know who she was rooming with; now. She hoped it was someone who was like her, who could understand her; but that was rare. She fixed the white shirt that hugged against her tanned, curved body. It wasn't revealing enough for her taste, but she didn't want detention the first day. She'd already been through that too many times.

Dominique made her way across the courtyard, her pink heels clattering against the cobble ground. Two chauffeurs followed behind her, their hands full of bags, suitcases, and other possessions of Dominique's. She stopped when she neared the fountain, looking for a way to go. Of course she'd find someone to help her, make friends with them, and control them in any twisted way she wanted. I mean, how hard could it be?

[Maxwell Cherry]

Maxwell was starting to get a good feel of the school. Sure, it was boring, but he could see there was trouble-making potential, and that was all that he needed. Plus, how hard could it be to sneak a little alcohol into a posh school? Everyone did it over in England. It was easy. All you had to do was find a fool to go in and buy it for you, and then stash it under your bed. Easy. But he almost wished that just once he would get caught. That a teacher would smell his breath and pick up on it right away. Some kind of excitement was all he needed. But no one ever said a word, though he was sure they all knew.

As he walked through the doors he heard the clicking of heels. High heels, by the sound of it. Maxwell always loved high heels, he thought they looked sexy on a girl. The higher the better. But he didn't like it if the girl was taller than him. So there was a fine line. But this girl. She was.. wow. Her beautiful blonde hair, her perfect, sexy body. She was amazing. Sex on legs if he did say so himself. Maxwell knew instantly that he wanted her. He was always up for a challenge but he got the feeling she was easy. She was also rich. The parade that she had lined behind her told him that.

He held his head high, slipped his aviators on and walked right up behind her, linking his arms with hers.

"Well hello dear." He flashed a smile. "As the first person to meet you at this school I feel obligated to show you around." His ego was huge. Maxwell knew it. But the girls falling at his feet didn't help deflate it. Even if this girl was going to ignore him he'd just find the next one. She wasn't worth his time if she was going to play hard to get. Even though he wouldn't mind if she'd did. He'd break down her walls. He always did.

[dominique]

'Well hello dear.' Was the first thing the teen heard. Getting other's attention here was easier than she thought. She whipped her head around, her blond curls following behind. Wait-- Dear? What the hell is that? Dominique thought, to her distaste. She took in the boy's features. He was good looking, blond hair, nice build. Handsome in her opinion. If all the guys were like this at Westfield, she'd be in heaven. The impression he was giving was a little shaky, But she could fix that. 'As the first person to meet you at this school I feel obligated to show you around.' Was he trying to be smart? Who cares. She was in for the looks, and the cute accent along with it.

Dominique flashed an adoring smile, revealing a perfect row pearly white teeth. Her signature smile, of course. Her silky, blond curls bounced with her movements as she tilted her head. She pulled the sunglasses from her chocolate eyes, pushing them back into her hair with her free hand. If Dominique had someone to mess with; she was happy. Controlling others around her was her strongest point, and she could crush anyone easily. Not like she would straight away, it depended on what they were like.

"Why, hello there." Dominique answered, her voice smooth. "It would be an honor if you showed me around. May I ask for your name first?" Dominique was being a bit melodramatic; as usual. Well it worked, didn't it? And that was all that mattered right now.
He was charming surely enough, but was he playing games with her? She'd have to win, and she had all the confidence in the world right now, that she would.

[Maxwell Cherry]

Her smile. Those perfectly white teeth all aligned just right in her mouth, and those lips. He wanted to grab her and kiss those lips right at that very moment. He licked his lips and bit the inside of his cheek. It took all his might to control himself. This girl didn't seem like the kind that would appreciate being kissed after just meeting a guy. Though she did seem like she'd had experience with that sort of stuff before. She was gorgeous, how could she not have?

"It would be an honor if you showed me around. May I ask for your name first?" A smile appeared on his lips.
"Maxwell Cherry Graham." He chuckled and cocked his head to the side. "But you can call me Poppa Cherry." In his mind he was trying to think of bullshit that he could take her too. It didn't really matter where they went as long as he seemed to know what he was doing. All he had to do was dazzle her with bullshit. He was quite good in that area actually. Making stuff up on the spot wasn't too hard.

Maybe he would just keep her around here. Who would really want to check out a school anyway? He was sure she didn't care much. If she did he'd take her around. He had no problem with that. But for now he was just going to enjoy her company. Keep her entertained. She was something new, something he wanted to know. He was something to occupy his time.

[dominique]

The more she looked at him, the more appealing he became. She liked to play hard most of the time, but right now she'd go easy on him. She didn't want to be envied by a guy the first day, did she? It didn't sound too appealing to her. Not at all. So she'd keep her tricks light for now.

'Maxwell Cherry Graham.' Nice name. Dominique thought, to her approval. 'But you can call me Poppa Cherry.' She held back the snort that was about to escape her lips. Poppa? Is he trying to be funny?! It sounded too.. old for her. She'd figure out a name for him. I mean, how hard could it be nicknaming such a handsome looking guy?

"I'm Dominique, but you may call me anything you like," Dominique replied, flashing the dazzling smile that made almost everybody stare in awe. This was easy. She placed a manicured hand on her hand, while she bit her lip pretending to be deep in thought. She replied smoothly, "We could just hang around here and.. talk." Dominique hoped he was understood girls enough to know what she was talking about. Was this too early? She hated giving the impression that she was slutty and eager, when she means the exact opposite. Not that she really cared right now what others really thought of her, she'd win them over somehow.

Dominique's chocolate eyes surveyed her surroundings. It sure was beautiful, but she couldn't see alot of interaction going on. She caught a few other's gazes, smiling back warmly whether she liked them or not. She tends to judge students before she knows them, a habit of her own. It couldn't be bad, unless you told someone. Which she usually tends to do.

[Maxwell Cherry]

"We could just hang around here and.. talk." Maxwell raised one of his finely maintained eyebrows. He knew exactly what that meant and he couldn't help but get slightly excited. Well that was if she was implying what he thought. This was too easy. But he didn't mind that. He also figured that the girl didn't get his joke. Oh well. It was more fun to see girls reactions.

"Anything you want hun." He said smiling. Maxwell noticed not too many people were around, but there were a few. He intwinned his fingers in hers and led her to the water fountain. The water sprout from the figure in the middle, splashing as it hit the pool below. It was crystal clear, something he expected from a high class school.

"So Dom, where are you from?" He couldn't pinpoint exactly where she was from. Maybe she was out of state, who knew. Maxwell wished he was back in England though. Life was so much better over there, even though he parents didn't think so. He also hated having a different accent from everyone else. Being unique wasn't bad, but being laughed at from time to time, was just a little too annoying for him.

[dominique]

The fountain was one of the good things about the school. It stood out well against the plain buildings behind it, and also made the school just a little more expensive. Dominique watched the fountain, as the fresh water spouted up and came back down, to repeat the endless cycle once more.


'So Dom, where are you from?' Dominique heard him say. He has such a nice accent; I want it. She thought to herself eagerly. She sat down on one of the benches that circled the fountain, fixing her short skirt also. Dominique absolutely hated wearing clothes more than once, it was her number one pet peeve; well, next to greasy hair. Why Dominique was so picky and mean; she'd never know.

"I'm from Agoura Hills, Los Angeles." Dominique smiled one again, placing her free hand on her lap after she fixed her purse that was currently slung over her shoulder. "Where are you from? I'm guessing you're foreign?" The accent obviously gave it away, but she was trying to act intelligent, which she was failing miserably at.

[Maxwell Cherry]

"Well, I guess I am. I was raised in London until about 14 and then we moved to New York. Don't ask how I ended up here." He chuckled. It was a long story to explain to Dominique. But it did make him seem pretty bad ass. Though, as fair as Maxwell knew, he was the only guy going to this school so far. It was a shock to him actually that it might be a little harder than he thought to find some good mates. Then again, he had a whole school of girls to himself, which wouldn't be so bad. There was plenty of Poppa Cherry to go around.

His fingers glided gently over the water. It was such a nice fall day. He was surprised at how well this whole day was going. He'd met a great girl. He had always thought that his luck was just rotten, but maybe he was about to be proven wrong.

His pocket vibrated causing him to jump slightly. Maxwell pulled out his Rocker and looked at the screen, tucking it back into his pocket. Leave it to his parents to try and ruin his day. There was no way he was going to answer their call anyway. They didn't want him so what was the point in talking to them?

[dominique]

London. One of the many places Dominique had always wanted to go. Shopping was phenomenal there, and so stylish too. She never appreciated where she lived. She could never find real friends. They were all too engrossed in their money. Money makes you happy? Don't think so. She tended to hang around boys in elementary, as the girls all made fun of her. Why they did, she'd never know, but it was best to avoid them. Dominique was only her real self around guys know, as all the girls had high expectations. Especially rich ones. This had caused her to turn into one of them, and as hard she tried, she'd never blend in with girls, or refer to them as 'friends.'

Dominique snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a cell phone ring. She knew right away it wasn't hers, as her own had a different ring tone. She snickered when he ignored it, knowing straight away that it was his parents. "Parents I'm guessing? When I first went to a boarding school in grade eight, my parents called me every day. I finally blocked their number. It's pretty annoying." The teen laughed at the memory, remembering just how embarrassing it was. How much more clingy could they get.

"So are you going to.. Chloe's party?" It wasn't like she had to tell him who she was, apparently everyone knew her. Dominique was thinking about going. She had plenty of booze under her mattress, and she could mingle with more guys. But was there a curfew on weekends? There was at her previous school if you weren't going home. Damn.

[Maxwell Cherry]

"Parents I'm guessing?" Maxwell looked up at the blonde and rolled his eyes. "Yah, their bloody annoying. Ship me off here and then they decide they want to talk to me." His parents were really getting on his nerves. If they knew what was good for them they would have left him back home in London where he was actually happy. At least there he wasn't as big of a trouble maker as he was now. Now he was just trying to get back at them. He'd do all that he could to get kicked out of Westfield.

"I guess their still on about the tattoo." He grinned devilishly at Dom. This was a great oppurtunity to give her a hint of his bad boy past. Some girls were drawn to that, while others would run. Maxwell was curious to see what kind of girl she was. He was sure that she was the kind that loved all that danger stuff. She just seemed like it. Like she was up for just about anything. He liked that in a girl.

"So are you going to.. Chloe's party?" It took Maxwell a minute to register what she said. His first thought was; Whose Chloe? But then he remembered the text he had recieved earlier. The girl seemed pretty confident and Maxwell was excited to finally see her. She was probably some hottie that had been here before and had taken over the school. She sounded exciting.

"I dunno yet, maybe. What about you?"

[dominique]

'Yah, their bloody annoying. Ship me off here and then they decide they want to talk to me.' Hmm, same thing that happened to Dominique. They want her to study so someday she'll be in the family business. Not a chance in hell.

'I guess their still on about the tattoo.' Tattoos. One of the things that she loved guys to have. It made them look sexy, and dangerous; exactly what Dominique wants. She was so close to getting one herself, but her parents caught her before she did it. She was hammered, so really it wasn't her fault, was it? "Oooh, can I see it?" Dominique edged closer. Really it was only an excuse to get closer, but she was actually interested in what kind of tattoo he had.

'I dunno yet, maybe. What about you?' Dominique thought about the question for a moment. Was she going? She thought so. "Probably, I have a stash of booze I need to use up, before the lump under my mattress grows suspicious to the teachers. You know what they're like." Dominique rolled her eyes inwardly, remembering the time she got caught last year for having vodka in her school bag. She'd gotten expelled from that school, but really she couldn't care less. She just moved onto the next school on the list.

Chloe and herself hadn't got off at a good start in English. She had to admit, she wasn't in a good mood and she was snapping off at everyone that crossed her way. Maybe she'd apologize. No, she wouldn't. That would be classed at sucking up.

[Maxwell Cherry]

"Oooh, can I see it?" A sly grin appeared on Maxwell's face. This girl was so willing. He loved it. But the girl was out of luck. His tattoo, the only one he was willing to show in public, was just out of reach, unless he wanted to pull up his whole shirt. Good way to get her back to my dorm. Thought Maxwell. Make her want more. Another voice screamed. He knew what he wanted to do.

He took her hand in his and laughed. "Sorry babes, can't exactly take my shirt off in public... Maybe later back at my dorm room." He winked and let go of her hand. This was fun. Maybe Westfield wouldn't be so bad. At least he could hope. There did seem to be a ton of hot girls. Maybe they were all as nice and willing as Dom. Who knew.

"Probably, I have a stash of booze I need to use up, before the lump under my mattress grows suspicious to the teachers. You know what they're like." Maxwell resisted rolling his eyes. This girl apparently wanted to seem cool. He never thought drinking was sexy on a girl. Sure a few here and there were nice, but not overly, even if it did make the girls easier to get. But whatever, Dom didn't seem like the perminate type of girl anyway.

"Yeah I know what you mean. But oh well, rules are rules. And rules are made to be broken." He chuckled once more and felt his phone vibrate again. Damn parents. He thought. The vibrations didn't help his mood at the moment and if they called him one more time he could have a problem on his hands. Why couldn't they just let him be? They didn't want him anyway.

[dominique]

'Sorry babes, can't exactly take my shirt off in public... Maybe later back at my dorm room.' So he was willing to push her further. Should she tease or let him have his way? It was already the first day and she was heading to wards some random guys dorm. She'd play along for just now, there was no harm in having some fun. Classes where starting soon and weekends were the only free time to really let loose. With all these teachers around, it only made things more excitable. She was good at winding guys up, and testing their weaknesses. It was fun, and a good time waster. "I'd love to." Dominique smirked, tilting her head curiously.

She shouldn't of said that, she knew. But what was the point in lying? Most of it wasn't hers, she'd been asked by other girls who were obviously too scared to keep it themselves. She even got paid for doing it. It was one of most simplest things in the world. Dominique had an extraordinarily expensive taste. She'd tried some of the most expensive wine in the world, as her mother was good friends with a wine yard owner. The rich taste had grown on her, and she refused to drink anything else. Unless she was already drunk of course. Everything was a blur when you were hammered.

'Yeah I know what you mean. But oh well, rules are rules. And rules are made to be broken.' Of course they're made to be broken, it's not like they can sit there and look pretty; because they're not. Rules meant nothing to Dominique. They were merely obstacles to crush, and when you're strong, they become invisible. Isn't the sky supposed to be the limit?

Dominique heard his phone ring once again. She secretly wished her parents would phone just one, just to say a simple hello or see how she was doing. Truth is, that would never happen. her parents were always too 'busy' to contact her, so she'd end up calling them. The longest conversation would last 30 seconds, as something always had to come up.

[Maxwell Cherry]

"I'd love to." Maxwell grinned. This girl was great. He liked her already. She was a tease, and he had to admit, she was driving him crazy. At that very moment he wanted to pounce on her and take her right then and there, but that would be indecent. So instead, he bit his tongue just enough to keep his mind focused on talking to her, and nothing else.

"Well shall we then, babe?" He said laughing and standing up, putting his hands into his pockets, and slumping his shoulders. He was ready to get out of here anyway. It was then that he remembered that he hadn't even seen his room. But that didn't matter.. they could explore it together. It would be an adventure maybe. The thought made a smile appear on his face as he looked Dom over again.

"Tell you the truth I haven't even seen my room myself yet." He did find it quite odd that he hadn't even ventured up to his own room yet. He guessed he was dreading that he might find some weird roommate or something. But if he did have a roommate he'd have to clear out when him and Dom came up. That was one of the man rules. Every guy knew that.

[dominique]

'Well shall we then, babe?' Dominique heard. Brilliant. First ten minutes and she was already going to 'explore' some guy's dorm with him. She really hoped he knew what she actually meant, but hey. He was taking his shirt off. She couldn't ask for much more on the first day, only knowing him for ten minutes.

"Of course." Dom returned, trying her best to hide the excitement in her voice. She'd already started to like him. He was charming, and best of all, had a killer body. The teen stood up off of the bench, fixing the shirt white skirt that occupied her small hips. Satisfied, she clasped her hands around his own, looking up. She flashed another dazzling smile, her blond ringlets flowing over her shoulders. Sunglasses back over her eyes, she placed a hand on her hip.

"You may lead the way, if you know where your dorm is." She murmured, using a seductive tone. She wanted this boy on his knees for her, and she'd achieve that goal no problem. I mean, she was hard to resist for most, and this boy would be no exception. This is going to be a good year. She can smell it.