Kaye Packman
Why would I know that?
Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:38

When the invitation for a slumber party appeared on her bed, Kaye had to fight off the instant panic that someone planning on screwing her over. It was one of those Marissa Kendrick parties. Apparently, that hadn’t been a rare thing; she threw parties all the time. Who would have guessed the red-head was such a rebel? Not that throwing parties was that impressive. It was more the fact that they were clearly meant to be secret. It’s as if the red-head expected questionable things to happen at her events.

Speaking of Marissa, Kaye had decided to ignore the invite, since it caused that twisting in her stomach she hadn’t yet felt at Rocky Mountain International. The red-head seemed particularly interested in Kaye coming, though, and had talked to her personally about showing up. Kaye pointed out that this was weird, since they’d never really had a conversation before, and Marissa said that didn’t matter. Apparently the girl’s friend group or something really wanted her to come, which Kaye had a hard time believing. To get Marissa to go away, she said she’d think about it. Kaye didn’t want to go, now more than ever. It was really starting to seem like she was being set up for something, especially with Marissa personally inviting her to the party.

But then Holland also brought up the party to her, and Kaye trusted Holland. If this party was some kind of Mean Girls set up, Holland didn’t know about it.

After way more thought than Kaye cared putting into most things, she decided to go, but she wasn’t going to stay the night. She didn’t feel like pushing her luck. She threw on a black t-shirt. It was a little loose and flowy, and it annoying slipped off one shoulder every so often, but it matched the pajama theme. She also put on red and black plaid pajama pants that had black lace on the hems. She did her makeup, because she wasn’t going to be caught dead there without wings so sharp that they could kill a man. She decided on her black wig with randomly placed super red streaks to cover her eyebrows, which were still noticeably drawn on. The bangs covered the for the most part, though, so she could try to ignore it.

Sleepovers, she reflected, were the worst. At one point, shortly after losing all her hair, her dads had found a birthday party invitation addressed to Kaye in the mail. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for her to go be normal around other kids her age; Kaye didn’t blame them. The girls going were more of the popular crowd, and it was nice to feel included. She hadn’t even thought about her wig, which she’d assumed no one knew about. The first one she had back then matched her natural sandy blonde shade perfectly, and it barely looked like she had a wig on. There had been movies, lots of sugar, and poorly done makeovers with Janine’s mom’s makeup kit. Kaye fell asleep with her wig on, and later was rudely awakened with her wig being passed around for other girls to try, lipstick being used to draw on her head, the sound of the camera phone taking pictures, and plenty of high pitched giggles.

Kaye stole the mother’s makeup on the way home and refused to go to parties again.

The memory was plenty to put Kaye on edge, even though she was about eighty percent sure something similar wouldn’t happen tonight. She arrived a few minutes after the first crowd showed up. Marissa and Danny were already talking. Emmett was with Russell, so she couldn’t chat with him even though she wanted to, and Holland and Ruben were talking, too. Kaye wasn’t going to get in the middle of that. Once again, Kaye was stuck somewhere and the only people she really wanted to talk to were busy talking to other people.

Now grumpier than she’d initially been about the party, Kaye wandered and tried to find something to do. She decided against pocketing one of the handheld gaming things and wished she had something to drink. She was almost positive that Ruben had something. She should’ve asked at some point this week. They ended up hanging out in the commons after classes and meals. She’d throw her legs across his lap, since he took up most of the couch and she wanted to stretch out, and they’d chat or play the occasional board game. At some point, she considered bringing up the party, but she didn’t, and now she wish she had, because she would’ve at least convinced Ruben to share some kind of beverage with her. Kaye was a very convincing person.

Instead, she ended up at a snack table with the new student. She’d been one of the new students last term. RMI was a bit of an adjustment, but it was way easier than the Chicago school she’d been to. Kaye couldn’t tell what pronouns to use for the new student, which was fine. She often assumed ‘they’ until proven otherwise. She hadn’t had much reason to interact with the new kid anyway, even though they shared a lot of the same classes. They shared all of the same classes, actually. Kaye had barely glanced their way when the new student turned and snapped, “What?”

Kaye blinked. “You’re standing in front of the pigs in a blanket.” The Aquila shrugged off the fact that she’d been snapped at for literally no reason at all. She reached past the new student and plucked one of the unhealthy snacks from the tray. “So, first you show up randomly at the school. Then, you’re in every one of my classes, and now, we run into each other at the same party.” She grinned. “You stalking me, transfer?” She popped the snack into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Maybe the cute new kid would be another decent addition to the school. Merlin, she hoped so.

  • Why am I here? - Maverick Buchannan, Wed Jul 12 20:07
    There were a lot of reasons Maverick didn’t want to go to this party. First and foremost, it was a party. Large gatherings of his peers hardly ever ended in his favor. Plus, this was a sleepover... more
    • Why would I know that? - Kaye Packman, Thu Jul 13 11:38
      • It was a rhetorical question - Maverick, Fri Jul 14 22:57
        “You’re standing in front of the pigs in a blanket.” Oh. Maverick shifted awkwardly to offer her access to the… pigs in a blanket. Which were totally weird, by the way. But also so was he,... more
        • It was a rhetorical answer - Kaye, Sat Jul 15 13:48
          Kaye got a sorry out of the transfer. She was pretty sure they didn’t mean it, but it was one of those things. The Aquila didn’t care too much about the apology. The little snacks were somehow still... more
          • Well, now things are just getting redundant - Maverick, Wed Jul 19 17:42
            Kaye, huh? That was cool. He didn’t think he’d met a Kaye before. A dozen Kate’s of varying form - Katie, Katherine, etc. - but never a Kaye. That was good, because it was a name he could remember,... more
            • So the transfer had a name. Maverick was a sixth year in Cetus, and now Kaye knew his pronouns. The mystery, for the most part, was gone. Well, the beginning layer was no longer a mystery. Kaye... more
              • Any suggestions? - Maverick, Sun Jul 23 22:43
                Oh, so Kaye was a transfer too. Mave wouldn’t have suspected that. So far, she seemed to him to both fit in and stand out in a way that someone only could at a hodgepodge-y school like this one. RMI... more
                • I have several - Kaye, Thu Jul 27 22:09
                  “Okay, well, we have to go to Pearl Street,” Kaye decided. She loved it there. It probably was Kaye’s favorite part of Rocky Mountain International. There was food and pick pocketing challenges and... more
                  • Choose one and elaborate. - Maverick, Sat Aug 5 19:18
                    “Sure, sounds good,” Mave agreed. He wasn’t particularly opposed to playing hooky even if the professor were more attentive to attendance. After all, what were they going to do about it, kick him out ... more
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