the main attraction;; alaska

[megan lynn aldridge]

Technically, Megan should have been in class as of twenty minutes ago, but considering she had absolutely no intentions of showing up to whichever class it was, she was currently sitting in the room of requirement on a rather plush couch. It was definitely a comfortable place to be and was clearly much more desirable than being in some useless class. Besides, she'd shown up to almost two of her classes yesterday, which was quite possibly a record for the girl. That effort obviously merited her spending the rest of the day in her own little world, completely ignoring the fact that she had class that day. It wasn't like they actually mattered, really. She had no intention of using any of it in her future life, so there was really no point in her showing up. Not to mention the fact that all the work was just a waste of time that could be better spent doing anything else. Literally. Anything else.

Curling up into the couch, she pulled a pillow up towards her and tucked it under her head. There were plenty of things that she had to do, but she didn't care. School work could wait until she had someone to do it for her and any other possible task she may have had was obviously irrelevant, as she didn't remember it in any way. Surely if it was that important she would have done it already. Well, at least that was her thought process behind her current break from working. If you could even really call it a break, considering she could be found in a rather similar situation most other occasions as well. Megan just didn't care to try anymore. She was in her last year at school and after all this time, she just didn't see the use in it. She knew that she wasn't going to do well, as it was far too difficult most of the time and it just made sense to spend her time with other, more fun activities.

Her choice of activities probably weren't going to work out too well for her in the long run, but Megan didn't have enough foresight to think that far ahead. As far as she cared, all that mattered was that it was a lot easier to sit around on a couch with a bottle of firewhiskey and a magazine than it was to deal with professors, school work and worst of all twins that had the same schedule. Avoiding any unwanted interactions with Morgan was, perhaps, the biggest reason why Megan just happened to miss any classes that they shared. It was always awkward, having to deal with the family that she so happily had been avoiding for the last few years. It was especially miserable when they persistently attempted to fix the relationship that had no hope of ever being rekindled.

No. Clearly it was a much better idea to avoid all of that and what better place than the room of requirement? It was convenient, in that she could basically wish up whatever room she wanted for the afternoon and also in that it wasn't often that she had intruders in her little safe haven. Sure, there was the occasional interruption from others that were looking to get out of class, but generally that was a welcome distraction. Anyone that was avoiding any classroom activity was at least worth some sort of conversation in Megan's mind. They must have somewhat had the same ideas about school as she did if they were off in the room of requirement at such a time. However, there weren't many people that just skipped class on a daily basis. Megan, not caring in the slightest, pretty much just did what she wanted to the point where most of the teachers had given up trying to get her to change. She was one of those students that got put through to the next grade level because there was little to no chance they'd ever leave if they weren't and Megan was perfectly okay with that. Obviously she was still fabulous.

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[alaska]

Alaska frowned unhappily, glancing quickly over at her watch as she rushed down a random corridor on the seventh floor. She was late to class. Extremely late. All thanks to the fact that she had dozed off in her room and by the time she had woken up, class had already begun. Alaska didn't exactly feel very put together either. Her hair held it's glossy sheen and loose curl, but it wasn't as put together as she had hoped. Although, surprisingly, she was thankful she didn't have to pick out something specific to wear. Any other day she'd be annoyed that she couldn't wear a v-neck rosette blouse or a pair of Jimmy Choo peep-toe wedges. Today, all she had to do was throw on her drab looking uniform, touch up her make up a little and run out the door. Not having to worry about pairing up an outfit felt like a relief. Still, today had just felt so off. But, who was she kidding? She wasn't actually going to go to class, looking all flustered and whatnot. Besides, what was the point of her going when she was already horribly late?

Alaska let out a slightly irritated sigh and came to a stop. She ran her freshly manicured nails through her blonde hair and absentmindedly bit down on her plush lower lip. The corridor was eerily silent. The more Alaska thought about it, the more she decided that skipping class was for the best. She had skipped class before, but usually it was the benefit for others. When it came to an upset friend, she always found herself there. No matter what. A hurricane couldn't even stop her from going out of her way to meet up with a friend, just to be there for them. She knew how important it was. Alaska never really had anyone be there for her in her few times of need, so she found it to be her duty to be the loyal friend she always wished she could have had. You'd think she'd get bored of sitting though hearing sob stories and being drowned in her friends salty tears, but she never was. Alaska was, and has always been, a patient person.

But, skipping class had its disadvantages. She wasn't the best student, to say the least. She made average grades and supplied an average effort, and that got her through schooling well enough. By putting other people before her, she'd miss important lessons and ultimately make bad grades. Alaska wasn't too proud of that, but she'd force a smile and convince herself that helping someone else was more important that helping herself. She knew that it was one of her biggest weaknesses, but she didn't care. Not helping others in their time of need made her feel selfish. She'd go through her day with guilt hanging over her shoulder and feeling like she wasn't a good enough friend. Overall, Alaska just didn't want anyone, not just her friends, to feel alone. She didn't want them to feel the sadness and the sorrow that used to overwhelm her heart years ago.

Alaska closed her icy blue eyes for a moment. What could she even do to pass the time? Her thoughts wandered for a few seconds, until they landed on a possible idea. The Room of Requirement. She hadn't been there since she was a fifth year, and suddenly felt herself itching to go. A small smile formed on her lips. Her legs began to push forward, and before she knew it she was in front of the tapestry that rested on the wall of the secret room. Alaska remembered exactly how to enter inside. She silently thought of what she wanted while walking past the tapestry three times. The frame of a door began to etch into wall in front of her, soon forming a small solid door. Without hesitation Alaska placed her small hand on the knob and quickly turned it, hurrying inside. Alaska turned to close the door softly and when she turned around to face the room she noticed a girl curled up on a couch. She recognized her, but couldn't match a name to her face. She looked at her for a moment, slightly surprised that she had run into someone. "Oh, I'm sorry," Alaska sighed. "I hope I'm not bothering you."

[megan lynn aldridge]

Swirling the bottle of firewhiskey in her hand for a moment, Megan took another sip from it before setting it down next to her. She wasn't exactly drunk yet, but she had enough firewhiskey in her that she was significantly more pleasant than she would be on most occasions. Megan was definitely a happy drunk and for the most part, that was generally the only time that she was able to have a reasonable conversation with the majority of the school. On most occasions she was a scathing bitch and didn't much like half of the school that she was forced to be around. Most people probably were thankful for the times she was drunk which, admittedly, happened a lot more frequently than they did with most people. Megan certainly didn't have a good grasp of the fact that pouring alcohol into her system was a bad thing and probably never would.

To be honest, Megan hadn't expected anyone to bother her in her getaway. Most everyone knew that, if she was in the country, that was her place to be. At least, she liked to think that people would know that by now. However, she heard the door opening and her eyes flicked over to see who it was entering in. The girl that stood in front of her wasn't someone that Megan recognized, or at least she didn't care to recognize them at the moment anyways. She was admittedly rather attractive though, so Megan wasn't all too bothered by the disturbance. In fact, if the girl wasn't all that bad than perhaps she would even welcome it. After all, sitting around flipping through a magazine wasn't nearly as fun as any other number of things could have been. Unfortunately for Megan, the people she typically would have been hanging out with were either actually attending class or she wasn't currently talking to them. Whatever the case, perhaps a distraction would do the girl well.

Swinging her legs over to the side, Megan moved into more of a sitting position so that she could get a good look at the girl. She definitely didn't recognize her, which was too bad. Obviously, attractive people were always worth remembering. "Nah, it's perfectly alright," Megan replied with a rather ambivalent shrug. Just that alone was enough to show that she was in a much better move than she typically was. Any showing of niceties at all from Megan was a sign that she was well on her way to drunkenness, really. "Just getting away from classes, I presume?" she asked, looking up at the girl. She didn't particularly look like a studious sort, which was good, since perhaps that would give them something to bond over. Since, clearly, Megan was not the star student of the month.

Megan tapped her fingers on the bottle of firewhiskey that was in her grasp, having already tossed the magazine she'd been reading to the side. It was a fashion magazine she'd been getting from France, since anything that involved excessive amounts of reading just wasn't her thing. This, at least, was mostly just pictures. "Firewhiskey?" Megan offered, reaching down to grab another bottle from her small stash that she had brought along with her. Obviously, if Megan was sharing her firewhiskey than she couldn't have been too displeased with the girl, since alcohol was something she valued quite seriously. Were she slightly less intoxicated, it might have occurred to her that the girl definitely wasn't someone that she typically would care to associate with, but at the moment she couldn't have cared less. All that she had on her mind was drinking and flirting with whoever she was.

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[alaska]

Alaska cautiously stood by the door, ready to leave if she was asked to. Running into someone in the Room of Requirement hadn't happened to her before, but she understood that the girl was here first and if she wanted Alaska to leave, she would. No questions asked. Although, she would much prefer to be in here than wander the halls aimlessly trying to figure out what to do for the time being. She had already convicted herself that going to class wasn't an option. Alaska probably wouldn't go to most of her classes today anyways. She didn't feel like she was functioning correctly. Even if she had decided to go to class for some strange reason, it wasn't like she was going to retain any of the information she heard. It would just go through one ear and out the other.

Once the girl replied and told her that it was alright, a flood of relief washed over her. She relaxed a little bit and smiled sweetly. "Really? Thanks." As long as she felt like she wasn't being a bother, she felt somewhat happier. Although, that didn't exactly put her in a better mood. Just because she was having an off day didn't mean she was going to show it. She was fairly good at bottling up her emotions and hiding how she felt. Even as time went on, she kept getting better and better at it. Alaska knew that if she forced a smile and pretended she was happy, nobody would ask questions. Then, she could pay attention to more important things such as other peoples issues and problems. That, in her eyes, mattered more than her petty little feelings.

Alaska strode over to a love seat, next to the couch the other girl was sitting on, and promptly sat down. "Ha, I guess you could say that." Alaska replied, forcing a smile. She wouldn't have bothered mentioning her hectic morning anyways. It just wasn't important. "I'm Alaska by the way." She said nonchalantly, hoping to change the subject before she furthered pursued the subject of getting away from classes. Alaska crossed her smooth legs once she got comfortable and examined the girl a little more. She had seen her a few times, here and there, but still couldn't place a finger on her name. Maybe she had passed her in the corridor a few times before? Or brushed by one another at a party? Alaska wasn't sure.

Her icy eyes flickered over to the Firewhiskey the girl had in her hand, just as she offered it to her. Alaska's stomach churned a little. She wasn't a huge fan of alcoholic beverages. She drank here and there, sometimes at a party or two, but never very often. Alaska pursed her plush lips for a moment, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of the love seat. She didn't want to be rude and turn down a drink, did she? Besides, what would one drink hurt? It might even help numb her unhappiness a little. Before she could change her mind, she was already reaching to accept the Firewhiskey. "Sure, Thanks." Alaska said and graciously accepted the bottle. She gripped the bottle carefully, removing the top and raising it up to her lips. For a fraction of a second, she hesitated. Then, she tipped her head slightly back and took a modest swill. It burned a little as it slid down her throat, but she smiled anyways.

[megan lynn aldridge]

Watching the girl rather intently, Megan noticed a change in her demeanor as she told her that she didn't care if she stayed. Probably a bit of relief, considering the fact that Megan typically would have sent her away without a moments hesitation. Though, for whatever reason, the other girl didn't seem to know who, exactly, she was. For Megan, that didn't happen all too often. She was used to people knowing exactly who she was wherever she went. Partly because of the big name of her father, partly because of the name she had made for herself around the school. Her name didn't always come with the best of connotations, but in some way pretty much everyone knew who she was and Megan liked it just that way. It just wouldn't be fun if she wasn't some sort of quasi-celebrity around the campus and eventually the world, she assumed.

Deciding that the other girl was unimportant enough for her to go back to her aura of nonchalance, Megan kicked her feet back up onto the couch and snuggled in to the pillow. "Yeah, yeah, no problem. I guess company would be a welcome distraction from all the tedium of skipping class," Megan drawled, nodding her head a bit. She tended to give of the feeling that whoever was in her presence should feel honored by the fact that she's there. She was, after all, more or less the Queen of the school, after all. Well, she and Peyton were anyways. All in all, she liked to think that they were something of a power couple about the school, even if they weren't exactly a couple. Megan didn't do couples anyways, that was a ridiculous thought.

Even the addition of a name to the face of the girl didn't add any sense of recognition to Megan in the least. Though, given that, she couldn't say that she cared. "Alaska, hm? Charmed to meet you," Megan nodded, even if she didn't entirely mean it. The jury was obviously still out on whether or not she was going to like the girl or not. Clearly, she would have to prove herself before Megan would actually bother to care. "I'm Megan. Megan Aldridge. But, I'm sure you know that," she added, raising an amused eyebrow when she looked over at Alaska. Megan had a smirk on her face, one which generally stayed put at all times. Though, this was more of a good natured look than she typically would have shown anyone.

The fact that the girl took on her offer of taking the alcohol definitely pleased Megan, since that meant that perhaps the girl was up for some fun. Letting her hold loosen on the bottle, Megan pulled her arm away to let Alaska take the bottle, looking over at her with a grin as she did so. The slight pause before she took a drink troubled Megan, but she decided that it was good enough that the girl was drinking. "Yeah, sure. Alcohol does good for the soul. Or some shit like that," Megan replied, waving her hand flippantly. Pulling her own bottle back up to her lips, Megan took another sip while looking over Alaska with a bemused expression. "So, why is it I've never seen you around? You're pretty fuckin' hot," Megan asked, not at all the type to skirt around whatever it was that she felt the need to say. She was quite blunt about everything and anything, not ever the type to be shy.

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