Sobbing Softly, Jolene sat legs crossed inside the last stall of the girl's bathroom. It was the first time in a while that she shed tears, it was the last time she promised herself she would. Some may have assumed they rolled down her cheek because she was faced with the fact that she'd never work things out with Eric, or perhaps, she looked like a mess and her face would be all over gossip girl the next day forcing laughter out of her peers. The supermodel had recently been punched in the face by Brooklyn's trash and she wanted to return the favor. It truly was a rash decision, but Eric was worth fighting for. "Jolene?" a voice called from outside, an older male's perhaps. A knock followed, prompting the supermodel to claw at the toilet paper so she could wipe away any evidence of tears. "Are you okay in there?" "Yes," she managed to mumble, loud enough for him to hear though. Pushing the door open, the same man who stopped the fight entered the girls bathroom. He was Dr. Ryan Dawson, or Mr. Dawson to the girls at Constance. They constantly cooed about how rugged and handsome he was but he didn't strike them as the type that would give into their school girl crushes. "I'm here," said Jolene, pushing the stall door open, literally inviting him and when he enters, he leaves the door ajar. "What were you thinking?" he asks, his arms turning out while he does. "You two girls are going to be in so much trouble." "Can you spare me on the lecture, teach," suggested Jolene as she looked on disconcerned. "It wasn't me who started the fight anyways. That poor girl from Brooklyn thought it was a wise idea to take a swing at me. I guess I disproved the theory that kids from the hood are tougher than those raised in the midst of riches." Ryan Dawson simply rolls his eyes, he wasn't buying her act for a minute. "Don't lie to me, kid," he demanded. "I saw you, I heard every bit of that conversation you two were having." Jolene's eyes are widen open now, her jaw had literally hit the ground. "So you were spying on us?" "No," he responded immediately. He never intended for her to come to unreasonable conclusions. "I was just.. looking at you," he said, a subtle smile upon his face. "I thought you were cute." Smirking, Jolene put her feet back down. "Well, you heard what I said. The guy who I thought was my friend betrayed me for the girl I just fought with. It was in the heat of the moment, I didn't meant to. Please don't punish me." Pouting again, tears started to fill her eyes up. Unbeknownst to him, she could cry on cue but perhaps we shall give her the benefit of the doubt. It had been a rather eventful night for our Supermodel and she was still allowed a few more tears. "You okay?" asks the teach as he now gets down to her level, placing both hands on the seat, he could tell she had been crying and really, she didn't bothering hiding it anymore. She nodded and pointed to her knee, apparently during their tussel, she scraped it. "I hurt my knee," she said, her voice cracking after each word. Looking down at the wound, Mr. Dawson grabbed a few sheets of tissue paper and began to dab softly at it. She looked a bit uneasy but it didn't stop him. After soaking up the blood, he tossed the remains aside and then looked up at her. "Is it good now?" She nodded again, a soft pout came over her lips. Smiling to himself, he leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss over it. A mothed he knew would work, raising a daughter of his own and everything. "Better?" he asked again and she smiled. The door swung open and Tallulah and her posse came in walking, but they could be heard talking before they even entered. Typical clique behavior here, nothing extraordinary. Seeing the two of them like that, especially a male teacher in the girl's washroom, made them run. Jolene looked annoyed for almost a second but she couldn't get over what just happened. She was floating on cloud nine already. Was this wrong? Perhaps it was. He was old enough to be her father but he previously admitted she was cute, therefore leaving some hints that their feelings were mutual. Not wanting to reveal her feelings, as she knew he had more control of his, Jolene sat up and pushed the door fully open in order to exit. "Thank you," she said, turning around to look at him, she couldn't help herself but to, "for everything." He smiled and nodded her way and then she exited, only with the biggest smile on her face one has ever witnessed.

"You're not going to get me to fuck Alexander James Scott are you?" inquired Jolene as the two found a quite spot, like two lovers trying to escape the spotlight. Sighing to herself, Georgina nodded. "He's my fuck toy, not yours." Just then, the chemistry teacher passed by them and both Jolene and Georgina looked at each other, at the same time, wearing smirks on their faces. "I call dibs!" she yells like one of two teenage slobs over the last piece of pizza. "I saw him first." "So go for it." says Gerogina, almost daring her to. "He's hot for a teacher. Besides, Eric will be red hot jealous when he sees you two together." Looking perplexed, Jolene simply shrugged and nodded. "Looks like I could care less about Eric anymore. I found someone else." Smiling to herself, Georgina placed an arm over Jolene. "Good for you, jojo!" Just then Kylie Lewis passed by, capturing the vindictive bitch's attention. Turning towards Jolene she made an excuse to leave. "I'll talk to you about this later." And just like that, Georgie was gone.