Breakfast Club ... Uh, I mean, detention ...

[Sierra Briden]

Sierra burst into a fit of flirtatious giggles when he brought out a handful of confetti. Who knew that Sierra could laugh, right? She wasn't actually laughing, though. It was more of a coy response that was supposed to make her look like a cute little thing that had a good personality. Ah, Mr. Dawson thought she was so adorable - little did he know what a bitch she could be. Her number one life goal was to experience every single sex position that was discussed in the Kama Sutra. If that wasn't the opposite of "innocently adorable," she didn't know what was.

It probably was a problem, that Sierra was a sex addict at such a young age, but she had stopped caring after a while. So girls were jealous of all her sexual partners, and guys only wanted her for sex - big deal. She'd find a husband someday, and a good one, with nice looks and the same lusty passion as she had. Until then, she'd have plenty of sexual partners and enjoy them, no matter who thought what about her.

"Yeah, my classmates are particularly pleased with me." She shrugged. "They've shunned me and labeled me as the school slut - like that's a bad thing." She snorted disdainfully, shaking her head. "I don't know, people love my sister, Hannah. No one really likes me though." There was a hint of sadness in her voice that she had hoped he wouldn't pick up on. Sure, it was a lonely life, and she did want friends... but she didn't want to make the effort to get them. It was easier to isolate herself than to go out and be friendly and smile all the time. She would rather pick up guys than drive her friends around and shop at the mall and do weird things like that.

Sierra turned when Sam said that she was alright. "Oh, thanks, Sam..." she muttered, no emotion in her voice. She could be a cold hearted bitchy robot sometimes. Again, it was probably a bad thing, but did she care? Fuck no. She wasn't being mean to Sam, she just didn't know him at all. Her eyes were on the D - Mr. D to be exact.

[Rozzi Summers]

There was so many more things she wanted to say, she wanted sot scream at him, and throw everything he did wrong in that relationship in his face. To make him really feel bad for breaking her heart and then trying to worm his way back into her life, she wanted to make him feel how she felt when she was crying all those times, and to make him regret taking her virginity when he didn’t care. She also wanted to let him know that he was in a relationship and that he was being an idiot by talking to her, because it would end up going back to his girlfriend somehow, probably in the stupid burn blog since that thing was there to terrorize people. She couldn’t believe that she had actually wanted to stop Isabel from running that relationship. He was going to ruin it himself so why should anyone else try and save it? She didn’t say any of that though, because no matter how much she wanted to say these things she did not want to actually speak to him.

It was obvious that she wasn’t ok. She was pretty sure that he knew that, because she was crying, and she didn’t even know why, were her tears even worth this ass hole? She just slumped into Sam’s arm. “No, I’m not, but thank you,” she said in an oddly small voice. As if she didn’t want to answer his question.