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       However, it chooses now, probably the worst moment ever--thank you, survival of the fittest--to desert him. ]

       He-- hi. 'Sup.

     [ He tries to recreate the suave head-nod he's seen Jackson use without fail throughout the years. Mimicking the King of the Douchebags isn't his finest moment, but for better or worse, he fails to execute the move properly anyway. 

Eliott moved to Beacon Hills for a fresh start, a new beginning, a new  h i m. His reputation as the the cocky jock was still intact, he wasn't dropping it-- wasn't changing it. Beacon Hills wasn't much of a good place but hey, if he dealt with Boston he can deal with Beacon. Witches, Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Angels, Hunters. He was use to it all. He heard a rumor that Kayleigh was still around, causing havoc in the streets of Beacon and he would be lying if he said he wasn't happy.

Catching the girl standing by her locker he smirked to himself. His locker was down the hall and he already had his math book-- now it was time for him to have fun. He slammed her locker door and leaned on the locker with a smirk. Nice one Eliott, you're totally winning some points there. He looked over the girl blue eyes trailing over her smaller figure before his eyes were back on her brown ones.

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