Who: Marcus, Nadia, Savannah
When: Morning
Where: Nadia and Marcus' cabin
What: Two down, one to go...

( Just give me something to believe )

Who: Drew, Open
When: Lunch
Where: School
What: Drew is lonely at lunch

Plopping down his tray of food at the table he and Savvy usually sat at with her friends, Drew sighed and rolled his apple around in his hand. He was early, Ms. Acker having let them out a little before the bell. No one he knew had yet to make an appearance.

Savvy was in New York City, and he was alone.

How the fuck did this happen to him? He usually was the type to never be alone. Not just girls, but he made friends with everyone easily. Now, when he should have been learning to tell the twins apart, he was focusing all of his attention on how the light was hitting her face, or the way her hair was falling that day.

Christ. He was fucked.

Who: Andrew, Gretchen (NPC), and Savvy
When: 4:15 pm
Where: Drew's house
What: Drew's mom drops in unexpectedly

"This is simply unacceptable!" Gretchen's voice screeched, causing Drew to sit upright in his "study". He hadn't heard any news of her coming home. She couldn't have been there long, and she was already pissed off. Probably at Lucas, the only person who she could get away with bossing around. He bolted from the couch and started downstairs, but Paloma stopped him. "Mr. Drew, Mrs. Montgomery is in a very bad mood. I wouldn't suggest you get in her path this time."

"I'll be fine," he assured the housekeeper with a smile, kissing her on the cheek before he brushed past her to confront the angry woman in the kitchen. The fire wasn't even that big.

"Gretchen," He greeted, ambling into the kitchen where his mother, red-faced, was towering over Lucas. "You know, getting mad like this just gives you wrinkles. Wouldn't want Stephen to have to pay for another round of Botox so soon." The bleach-blonde, perfectly coifed woman glowered at him.

"Look what this degenerate has done to my home! And you brought him here. You promised he was top notch! Pack your things and get out of my sight," she told Lucas, who scurried away.

"Again, wrinkles," he reminded her, causing her to plant her hands angrily on the marble between them. Her wedding rings, large and ostentatious diamonds, clacked as she drummed her fingers.

"Andrew Carmichael Montgomery. I will not tolerate these goings on in my home. Fires in the kitchen, fires in the gardens! You've been acting up since we fired that awful hag and I won't stand for it any more. Your father and I have given you everything, and you act like a spoiled child." Her statement made Drew's blood boil. Her and Stephen had taken away far more than they gave. What they gave was worth a lot, monetarily, sure. But what they took away was far more valuable.

"Why don't you just go back to San Marco and make life easier on all of us?" He asked, grabbing an apple and stalking away angrily. As he passed through the foyer, he heard the doorbell ring. "I've got it, 'Loma," he called out, opening the door to find Savvy.

"Hey," he smiled, stepping back to let her in.

Who: Savvy, Drew
When: Lunch Hour
Where: School
What: Savannah just can't resist looking at the car, no matter what she says. But if he doesn't find out she was looking to take it for a joyride at it, no one will get hurt. Right?

( Yeah, I seen you rolling up here in your Cadillac. But, I don't need all that. It is a nice color though... )

Who: Drew, Open
When: before school
Where: school parking lot
What: Drew makes his grand entrance

Drew smirked to himself as he pulled into the school parking lot. The shiny red Aston Martin roadster was not an inconspicuous car in the least, but that was how he wanted it. It was his first day, and he wanted to make an entrance. That's why he was here before anyone else, parking his car in the first spot by the door.

He'd already picked up his schedule, and now he was leaning against the car, looking over it. Advanced classes, and his study halls filled with an extra elective in French. Andrew Montgomery was a good student, a smart student. The best tutors money could buy had made sure of that, and Andrew was on the fast track to some Ivy League. At least he had been. Who knows what Mysteria High would look like on a transcript.