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Kayla Elise Adams

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Nov 8 2012, 04:12 PM
Mehh, okay guys. My grandma passed away this afternoon, and I'm going to be MIA for the next week or so. I'll probably pop in every once in awhile, but just wanted to let you guys know. God, this week is going to suck. :(
Oct 15 2012, 11:44 PM

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<i>When the sun comes up, I'll be there to say what up in the morning,"</i> Kayla mouthed the lyrics as she stretched out for her morning run. For whatever reason, this particular Kid Cudi song was the way she liked to start all of her runs. She tried to run at least three times a week outside of practice. Besides being the only exercise she actually enjoyed, it felt good to just get out and run. For some reason, Kayla could just not bring herself to working out in a gym and lifting weights. It just seemed gross. Occasionally, she would work out on the elliptical in their home gym, but even that was rare. <p>
Pulling her foot up behind her to stretch out her hamstring, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was relatively cold, but then again it was an early Chicago morning. That was to be expected, it was October. She exhaled and put her foot down, switching legs to stretch out her other hamstring. When she was done, she zipped up her running jacket and jogged out onto the street. She truly had no idea where she planned on running today, she just planned on going wherever. <p>
Things were different for Kayla this year. It felt like she was in a transition period. She felt somewhat like the same girl she was last year, but other times she felt completely different. She still liked to party and have a good time, but for whatever reason, she had missed a lot of them so far this year. It was probably because she was taking soccer seriously this year. She was named captain, and she couldn't exactly miss any practices. It was a lot of work but she was actually loving it. Even if it did kill her social life. It was definitely paying off though, the girl's team had only lost two games this season. One game because one of their best players was sick, and the other to the best team in the state. That was a really close game, the only point scored was in the last minute. The Landsburg game was coming up and they really had to win. Unfortunately, last year's game resulted in a loss, but not this year. No one was injured and she hadn't found any almost boyfriends cheating on her the week of the game. There was no way they could lose. <p>
Kayla shook her head at the thought of the almost boyfriend. Walking in on Dorian with Erik had been one of the shittiest moments that she'd probably ever experienced in her seventeen, short years. She wasn't going to let that happen to her again. Boyfriends were too much of a hassle. Plus, there weren't very many guys that she thought were worth it recently. The only person she really ever had feelings for was Dori, even now. It was probably just that he was the first guy she ever really had feelings for, even if their almost relationship was short lived. She had gone to visit him a few weeks ago and it seemed like he was doing really well, and she was happy for him. <p>
She took a deep breath and kept running, making a quick left around a corner. It seemed like she had unintentionally took the same path she always did, without even thinking. Old habits die hard, she thought, grinning slightly. <p>
Making another left turn to head back home, she bobbed her head to the song that was playing now. She didn't know which one it was, but she definitely knew it was Passion PIt. She really loved her running playlist, it always woke her up on her early morning runs. It also seemed to cheer her up every time she listened to it. Maybe it was the running, maybe it was the music. It didn't really matter either way, she was happy. That's all that mattered. She really wasn't paying much attention when she made another left to circle around the block and head back home. Apparently neither was the person running in the other direction because they smacked right into each other. <FONT COLOR="#ae4c4e"> <b>"Ouch, shit,"</b></font> she said, holding her nose. Luckily she hadn't hit it hard enough to make it bleed. <FONT COLOR="#ae4c4e"><b>"I'm sorry, I wasn't even paying attention,"</b></font> she said finally looking up and releasing her nose. <FONT COLOR="#ae4c4e"><b>"Oh, hey. Now I don't feel so bad for running into you,"</b></font> she laughed at the familiar face, glad she hadn't almost knocked a complete stranger over.

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<center><div style="background-color: none; opacity:1; font-family: verdana; font-style: bold; line-height: 125%; color:#000000; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px;">“hey! this is kayla's phone, you probably already know that. i'm busy, so leave a message or just text me and i'll get back to you! ”</div></center>


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<b>default</b> Pursuit of Happiness, Kid Cudi<br>
<b>texts</b> Ladykillers, G-Eazy & Hoodie Allen<br>
<b>picture message</b> Dirty Picture, Taio Cruz<br>
<b>family</b> We Are Family, Sister Sledge<br>
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<center><div style="background-color: none; opacity:1; font-family: arial; font-style: bold; line-height: 120%; color:#795151; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 0px;"><b>“Katie Bug”</b> <br></div>
Katie Buchanan. #two. Good Girls, Cris Cab.
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<center><div style="background-color: none; opacity:1; font-family: arial; font-style: bold; line-height: 120%; color:#795151; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 0px;"><b>“Broseph”</b> <br></div>
Clay Adams. #one. Ringtone Unknown.
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Dorian Greyson. speeddial . ringtone
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Erik Darling . speeddial . ringtone
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Mae Cross. speeddial . ringtone
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Joshua Hawthorne. speeddial . ringtone
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Isabelle Schroder. speeddial . ringtone
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Bentley Warren. speeddial . ringtone
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David Ward. speeddial . ringtone



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<b>#one</b> Clay Adams, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#two</b> Katie Bug, age, Good Girls, Cris Cab<br>
<b>#three</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#four</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#five</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#six</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#seven</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#eight</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#nine</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
<b>#ten</b> name, age, song by artist<br>
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Kayla Elise Adams

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<b>Nicknames</b> Kay, Mini Adams, Clay's Sister
<br><b>Birthday</b> August 21st
<br><b>Birthplace</b> Chicago, Illinois
<br><b>Age</b> Sixteen
<br><b>School You Attend:</b> Masterson
<br><b>Current Grade:</b> Junior
<br><b>Height</b> 5'3"
<br><b>Build</b> Skinny, Tiny
<br><b>Distinguishing Features</b> Dark brown hair which is almost always worn curly. Has a fairer skin-tone but she tans easily. Her eyes are brown and she has a small mole above her right eye.
<br><b>Playby</b> Shenae Grimes<p>
<p><b>Family</b> <br>
Clayton Adams II (father), <br>
Emma Adams, née Wilmington (mother), <br>
Clayton Adams III (brother)

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</div><p><div class="q">WHY DON'T WE GET THE BASICS OUT OF THE WAY.</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
Well, I'm Kayla Elise Adams. I'm kind of a big deal. -Laughs.- No, but really. I don't really know where my parents got the name Kayla, maybe my parents just wanted both Clay and I to have ka- sounding names. I know my middle name's Elise after my mom's mom. Most people just call me Kay, that's really the only nickname besides Clay's sister. I'm sixteen, I'll be seventeen in August. August 21st to be exact. -Smiles and perks up a little.- I'll be a junior in the fall, at Masterson of course. I'm a midfielder on the soccer team. -Kicks up a leg.- I've got great legs because of it. -Laughs.- I'm really starting to get into photography, and I'm thinking about maybe majoring in it. Or maybe I'll minor in it and major in journalism. -Shrugs.- I don't know yet, but luckily I've got two years to figure it out.<p>
Personality wise, I'm pretty happy. I like to have fun and party. I actually get along with pretty much everyone. Except try-hards, and Eli. Do you know that he told people I had sex with him? It's not the sex part that pisses me off, it's the with him part! Like I would ever have sex with that spawn of satan. -Rolls her eyes and sighs.- I also don't seem to get along with people who think I'm a slut. Well it's more they don't like me first and are rude to me, so I have no choice but to dislike them. -Smirks.- I just like to have fun, I don't really see any harm in that.

</div><p><div class="q">I HEAR YOU HAD QUITE THE CHILDHOOD...</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
I mean, I guess? It wasn't really anything exciting, it was privileged. It kind of sucks because I live in my brother's shadow, my dad's always more concerned about Clay's hockey career than anything else. It lets me get away with a lot between the traveling my parents do and the attention they give Clay. It's not that they don't care, I just get the shorter end of the stick sometimes. It gives me a lot of freedom. -Pauses.- Though they do make it to all my soccer games when my parents aren't out of town. Dad might show up late a lot, but mom's always there on time. I really can't complain, I get everything I want.

</div><p><div class="q">WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR LIKES AND DISLIKES?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
    <b>Likes:</b><br>
  • The colors Red and Blue, but not together.<br>
  • Her white BMW M3 Convertible.<br>
  • Chocolate covered pretzels.<br>
  • Photography.<br>
  • Soccer, most of the time.<br>
  • Salads.<br>
  • Partying.<br>
  • Boys, lots of boys.<br>
  • Oversized clothing.<br>
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    <b>Dislikes:</b><br>
  • Getting in trouble/getting caught.<br>
  • People who try too hard to be liked or popular.<br>
  • Clingy people.<br>
  • Liars.<br>
  • Any type of sour candy.<br>
  • Working out in a gym.<br>
  • Soda.
</div><p><div class="q">HOW ABOUT SOME TURN ONS AND TURN OFFS?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
    <b>Turn Ons:</b><br>
  • Athleticism: Who doesn't like a guy who's fit and in shape? I also, kind of like to be tossed around a bit, so an athletic guy helps when it comes to that. <br>
  • Intelligence: I'm smart, but I'm not the smartest, so I really like boys who know more than I do, but aren't condescending about it. I like to feel like I can learn something from them.<br>
  • A sense of humor: I think that's self explanatory, right?<br>
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    <b>Turn Offs:</b><br>
  • Liars: I don't want to be lied to. I trust people kind of easily, so it hurts me when I'm lied to. I just don't like it.<br>
  • Clingy people: I'm not a huge commitment person, so if someone comes on way too strong, I back away quickly. <br>
  • A condescending attitude: I don't like when people look down on others. It just rubs me the wrong way. Whether it's over money or their moral views it just really drives me nuts.<br>
</div><p><div class="q">I HEAR YOU'VE GOT SOME NASTY HABITS...</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
I've been told I'm a bed hog. -Shrugs.- Woops. I also kick people a lot, in my sleep and not. It's just a thing I tend to do. Especially Clay, I kick him a lot when he gets on my nerves. Not like a hard kick, but small ones. Unless he's being totally annoying. I don't know of any other ones though, not that I can think of at least. -Ponders any weird habits she may have that she doesn't realize.-

</div><p><div class="q">WHAT ABOUT PHOBIAS? HAVE ANY OF THOSE?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
SPIDERS! They're just really terrifying. I'm also afraid of falling in those sewer grates in the sidewalk. I never walk on top of them, I always go around them. -Laughs.- As far as non-superficial fears, I'm afraid I'll never please my dad. It's really hard to make him truly happy, and my dad is always comparing me to Clay. It's just kind of hard to live in his shadow sometimes. I think I let my dad down a lot. He really wants me to go into business and follow in his footsteps. I don't know, he must think it'll straighten me out. I really want to go into photography and journalism though, at least I think I do. I'm afraid to tell him because I think he'll be disappointed.

</div><p><div class="q">TERRIFYING! HOW'S THE LOVE LIFE GOING?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
I'm quite the flirt, most people think I'm a slut. I don't think I would disagree with them, but I just like to have fun. I can't help that I like to flirt with boys. -Shrugs.- Why be committed to one person? I'm sixteen. I've dated before, and I'm not totally against it if I do end up liking someone, it's just not a priority right now. I'm obviously not a virgin, I think everyone knows that.

</div><p><div class="q">WHAT ARE YOUR MAJOR GOALS AFTER GRADUATION?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
Right now, I'm thinking about majoring in photography or journalism. I'm not 100% sure, but it's something I think I'd really like. I'm looking at schools on the west coast, specifically USC. I might even see if I have a chance at getting a soccer scholarship. It's not that I need the scholarship but if I'm gonna play college soccer, I want actual playing time. After college, maybe I'll want to get married. I definitely want kids one day, that's for sure.

</div><p><div class="q">BEFORE WE GO, WHAT'S YOUR BIG SECRET?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
I don't really have any huge secrets, and if I did I wouldn't tell you. Then it wouldn't be a secret. -Smirks.- I unknowingly slept with my good friend's dad right before school started this year. I was out at the bar and I had lied about my age when I met him. He was only 32 and I was only slightly tipsy when it happened. I had never met him before the night at the bar and he was relatively young. Well, it turns out that he was married and they had my friend when they were in high school. I only just realized that he was my friend's father when I met her parents recently.

</div><p><div class="q">AND WHAT ARE YOUR VIEWS ON SECRET SAFE?</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
I don't hate it, but I'm not a fan of being on it. It's definitely annoying to know our every move is being watched. I just think it's entertaining that people want to know that much about our lives. We're just teenagers.

</div><p><div class="q">THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.</div><div class="fda"></div><div class="fdb">
Yeah, no problem. See you around!


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<br><b>Name:</b> Bridget<br>
<b>Gender / Age:</b> Female/22<br>
<b>Contact Info:</b> PM me on here, i also have AIM/Skype but I'm rarely on<br>
<b>Other Characters:</b> Eli Masterson and Brittany Marshall<br>
<b>User Title:</b> The Party Girl<br>

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It was a Thursday night, school hadn't started, yet everyone was busy with something. Kayla flopped back on to her bed and let out a groan. She checked her phone again, hoping someone had texted her back. Nope, not one person. <i>Fuck it,</i> she thought, <i>I'll just go out by myself.</i> Standing up and heading to her closet, she searched for a minute before finding a little black dress to wear. It was never hard to get into bars, but she didn't want to make it a challenge either. Every time she went out, she made sure to look as old as she could- which was never much older than 21. Walking out of her closet, she stood in front of her mirror, pulling her hair back. She slipped on a pair of black pumps and grabbed her purse, heading for the door. No one was home, so she slid out the door without a word.<p>
A taxi was waiting in her driveway, she had no plans on taking her BMW. Drinking and driving was never smart, and she definitely planned on drinking tonight. Hopping in, she quickly told the taxi driver where to take her. She leaned back in her seat as the driver pulled away. Kayla had been feeling distant lately and she didn't know why. She didn't feel like she had been connecting with any of her friends lately, like she wasn't as close with anyone as she used to be. She shook off the feeling as the driver pulled up to the bar, she just wanted to have fun and maybe even flirt a little. Who was she kidding? Flirting was definitely going to happen. She paid the cabbie and got out, walking right up to the door. The bouncer didn't even ask for her ID, she must've done well when she got ready that night. <p>
Heading straight for the bar, she set her purse on the counter and propped herself up on a barstool. The bar wasn't too packed, but there were a decent amount of people there. She ordered her typical cranberry and vodka, and took a moment to look around. Two barstools down, a cute guy was looking at her. She gave him a small smile before taking her drink from the bartender. Within minutes the cute guy had moved down and introduced himself. Carter. He was cute, and Kayla was in the mood to flirt. After a couple of drinks (and lies), she ended up leaving with him. She was a girl, she had needs, and he was cute. Plus, all of her normal boys she normally hooked up with were busy lately. So she figured, what the hell? He was older, but early thirties wasn't too much older. Little did she know, she was about to sleep with the married father of one of her best friends.



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