Stoneybrook Ayr

That's it, they've GRADUATED!

The students sat in their seats, playing with their navy and white caps and gowns. Some turned to wave to friends and family, some whispered with classmates sitting near them, and some slouched in their chairs, ready for the ceremony to start.

It had taken four years, some felt like the time had passed in no time at all, others felt it had dragged out forever. All the winter lodge trips, boy toy auctions, homecomings, proms, dances, parties. The trips to Disney World, California, Australia. The hook ups, the break ups, the scandals. This class had been through a lot together, and this was it. The end. Graduation.

Sunny hadn't been out with Stacey in awhile, and she had surprised herself by asking her friend out for a shopping trip. She needed new clothes, and she knew that Stacey would want to shop with her.

"Thanks for coming with me," she said happily. "I really appreciate it."

After getting a snack from the kitchen, Dawn led Stacey to her room. She had a date on Friday night and it had been a while since she had been on one, so she invited her friend over for a little pep talk and outfit consultation.

She had laid out a few outfits on her bed including a casual dress, jeans and a peasant top, a skirt and a sweater, and another skirt and an organic t-shirt. "Which one of these says me the best?" she asked her friend. No matter what Dawn was going to be herself.

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It was Sunday night and Cokie just needed to get out of her house.  Far out of her house.  Her parents still didn't know she was engaged and she wasn't sure they would take the news well.  So she figured she would hide it.  She was getting used to hiding things, even though it almost never worked out to her advantage. 

She put her earbuds in and grabbed her warmest jacket before heading outside. 

"I'm leaving," she told her mom and and left without waiting for a response.

As she ambled down the street, she considered going to Grace's house, but made a detour at the last minute.  Grace had been acting weird about everything and Cokie wasn't in the mood to deal with it, so she went in another direction and found herself in front of Stacey's house.  Something compelled her to walk up the driveway and ring the bell.

It's not that she and Stacey were enemies anymore.  In fact, they were almost friendly.  But Stacey was never the first person she went to when she needed to talk.

But she did offer an ear....

Kristy surveyed the den with satisfaction. Snacks were set up, movies were out, and mattresses were strategically placed. Evereything a group of girls needed for an old fashioned sleep over. She only hoped Stacey and Dawn wouldn't break open the mud masks, or worse, the alcohol. She knew her friends peobably thought she was lame, but she didn't care. Kristy Thomas did things the Kristy Thomas way. She heard the bell ring and grinned.

The first guest was here.

To: Mary Anne, Claudia, Stacey, Dawn, Abby, Shannon From: Kristy Subject: BSC Reunion Okay, so maybe not a reunion as such, but humor me, okay? I want us to have a good old fashioned sleep over this weekend, to celebrate being Seniors! This year is just going so fast, and I know we're all busy, but I thought this could be fun. My place on Saturday, okay? Kristy

Cokie's mother had been on her case since she The Big News, as she insisted on calling it half the time.  It was frustrating to no end.  Finally, Cokie had had enough.  Throwing on her jacket, she grabbed the keys to her father's car and stood nose to nose with Mrs. Mason.

"I am sick to death of you telling me I'm not going to amount to anything!" Cokie said, shrilly.  Before her mother could answer, she was out the door and starting the car.

Without another thought, she drove to Logan's.  He was the only person who knew what she was going through.  Well, he kind of knew.  Sort of.

Pulling to a stop in front of his house, she sent him a text.

Hi.  Can I come in? 

Stacey hated these after school detentions. They were bad every day, but even worse when it was only the four of them. The sub who normally watched them had disappeared, yet no one had said a word. None of them ever did, what would they say?

It was only when Stacey felt something hit the back of her head from behind, that she spoke up.

"Ow!" she said, turning around to glare at Sheila, who was two rows behind her. She bent over to pick up the obstruction, and saw it was a note with 'Marty' written on the outside. She glanced up at Sheila, contemplating what to do. Marty sat in front of her, and she could pass it on, but what would be the fun in that?

It seemed like in the last month, Stacey's life had become about avoiding. Avoiding Austin and Sheila, avoiding Marty, avoiding King, avoiding her Mom, avoiding home. She'd spent a lot of time at Claudia's, and when she was home, she was in her room. She didn't quite know what to say to King about what happened, not that it probably even mattered to him, but she was trying to avoid him for as long as possible anyway.

Unfortunately, she had no idea when he was home, and that had made for some times when avoiding him was impossible. Right now was one of those times, she realised as her hand froze on the fridge handle. That was definately him coming down the stairs, and it was too late to flee.

Turning slowly, she gave him a brief look, before turning back. Yep, it was King.

"Hey," she said quietly, pretending the contents of the friedge were fascinating.

Stacey had had the worst night of her life, not helped by a massive hangover this morning, and haunting memories of what she had done with King. She wanted more than anything to call in sick to school, but she knew she couldn't avoid school forever, although she could avoid Austin. She'd thought she could avoid Sheila too, but when she finally saw the girl at lunchtime, in the Cafeteria, she was overwhelmed with anger, and she just couldn't stop herself. Dropping her fork, she marched over to where Sheila stood with Darcy, and gave her the deadliest look she could muster. "Are you happy now you got what you wanted?" she asked Sheila, crossing her arms, "it's what you wanted, right?"

Claudia walked Stacey back to her own house after the run in with Marty at the park. Even though she hadn't gotten even, she was glad Marty had seemed angry, and hoped that somewhere right now, Sheila was getting screamed at. But it still made her angry how Marty had defended Sheila, after everything she'd done. As Stacey stomped up the stairs to her room, holding on to the hand rail for support, she decided to get some answers.

Instead of going into her bedroom, she pushed open King's bedroom door with force, and glared at him.

"Why did you cheat with Sheila?!" she asked him, when he looked over at her from his bed.

Stacey had texted Claudia almost as soon as she left Austin. She needed her right now, she didn't want to be alone. Truthfully, she wanted to be with Austin, and having him tell her it was a joke, or a dream.

But that wouldn't happen. She made it back to her place in record time, and even though her parents weren't home, and King probably wasn't either, she waited on her Porch for Claudia, trying not to sob uncontrollably like she wanted to, but unable to stop the tears. Finally, she saw Claudia approaching, and flew into her friends arms.

The weekend had flown by and Sunday night had arrived before Austin knew it.  For the first time ever, he wasn't looking forward to Stacey visiting.  He didn't know if he was going to tell her about Sheila, but he still felt guilty about the whole situation.  Stacey would understand, right?  He had a sinking feeling she wouldn't.  He didn't even understand it.

When the doorbell rang, he swung open the door and gave Stacey a grin when he saw her standing on the stoop.  "Hey," he greeted her, leaning forward and giving her a kiss.

Stacey was worried about Austin. Senior Year had barely started, and he'd been distracted all week. She knew not to push too much, but she was getting a little concerned. She'd decided to talk to him about it over lunch, and put her tray down next to his, with an understanding smile. Austin didn't seem to notice her.

"Earth to Austin!" she said, waving her hand in front of his face, as she took her seat.

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