Yes! Publishing my Elle Oxley Stories... Sorry if Mutt's OOC and Elle's a Mary Sue. I tried my best, readers.

Why was I at this type of party? Okay, so the guys had told me to come, apparently there was some new girl who was from Europe who was coming.

"Mutt, there she is." Jake Reynolds snickered, pointing at the stairs where she was walking slowly down.

This was supposed to be a U of C formal, which was the part I didn't exactly follow. I was wearing my usual gray t-shirt and leather jacket, and no one made a big deal.

She looked uncomfortable in her dress: It was pink and frilly with a huge skirt. But whatever.

Her skin was clear, and very pale. Not a white pale, but a cream-colored pale. Her eyes- Wait, those were Oxley's eyes... anyway, the were a dark green color and very pretty.

She was beautiful, and I saw Joe College getting hit by Mary Sue Smith for him staring at this new girl. I decided to go up to her.

"Hello." She said when I was finally in hearing range. Her accent was similar to Oxley's, though a little stronger. Maybe a lot stronger.

"Hey, I'm Mutt." I introduced myself, smiling a bit.

"Elle. Excuse me." She said, walking past me, smiling apologetically.

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Elle's POV



Mutt. I liked that name.

Dad had just called me here from Leeds. Strange, he didn't take much notice of me when we were living with the Williams'. Hey, hadn't that kid's name been Mutt? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was. But I'd been at boarding school in France so much, I'd only gone there for a few days a year. And I hadn't been there in years, twelve at the least.

Dad had got me this... torture device... for the formal with the help of the old saleslady at the fancy clothing store. I'd worn it to make him happy.

And I had sneaked some other clothes, a pair of cotton Capri pants and a tied black shirt.

Minutes later, I was back in the clothes I wanted to be in. I was wearing ballet flats.

"Elle!" Anthony Morelli shouted, from across the room. He'd been in France with me during school, so I'd talked to him a lot.

"Anthony?" I laughed, running through the crowd.

"Bella signora." He grinned. I playfully slapped him. He was from a large Italian family.

"That's what you said to Jasmine, I'd be careful." I warned.

"Signora, Jasmine is in France still." Anthony said in his moderate accent. He didn't get mister and misses, so he used Signore and Signora.

"Why? That Jason Bushman still there?" I smirked.

"No, she's working as a prost-" He started.

"Signore, please, I really don't care." I interrupted. "How would you know, anyway?"

"Never mind that." He said quickly.

"Jason Bushman got competition?" I asked airily.

"Nah, he can have her." Anthony shrugged. "Oh! Elle, this is Jake Reynolds, Mutt Williams, Theodore Wilkie, Christopher Hatchett and Lee Barrow." He made the appropriate gestures. I nodded at each.

"Elle Oxley." I said. Mutt's eyes widened a bit.

"Harold Oxley?" He checked.

"Confused half the time, convinced there's other dimensions, and talks until the cows come home?" I replied. Mutt nodded. "The very same."



"Damn. Where were you half my life?"



"If that's supposed to be a pick-up line, I'm not falling for it." I shot back.

"No! That's not what I meant!" Mutt protested, among snickers from the guys. "What I meant was that Harold Oxley was over in London with Mom and I."



"Oh. I was most likely in France or Leeds."


"Leeds?"



"Mother's family."



"Bella signora, my other bella signora is here. G'bye." Anthony informed me. I laughed.

"Jasmine's here? I thought you said she was in France, working as a prost-" I began.

"Not that other bella signora, the other bella signora!"



"Signora Emmeline?"



"No! Signora Rosemary!"

"Anthony, get them in order." I groaned. He called most girls 'bella signora.'

"Okay. Bella Signora Elle, Bella Signora Jasmine, Bella Signora Rosemary, skip about two hundred, Signora Emmeline."

"Thanks, Anthony." I smiled, giving him a small kiss in the cheek. The other guys seemed to look awkwardly at us. Except Mutt, who looked like he hadn't a care in the world. Anthony grinned and said something in Italian.

"I'm not Jasmine. Go find Rosemary." I ordered. Anthony gave one of his dramatic sighs and ran over to Rosemary.

"Um... so, Elle, you're from France?" Christopher asked, awkwardly.

"I went to school there. Sometimes I went to Leeds, though." I answered, politely as I could.

"Do you have a motorcycle?" Lee continued the interrogation. Well, duh I had a motorcycle.

"Hell yeah. 1950 Harley Davidson." I grinned.

"How does it ride?" Theodore wondered.

"It's probably the best one I've ridden... no bias." I answered. Mutt lifted and eyebrow.

"Best one?" He checked.

"So far." I nodded.

"Right. Is it here?" 



"Oxley wouldn't let me use the car, so yeah."



"I'll race you."



"For what? Please do not say pinks."



"Pinks? Hell no. Just to see who's bike is better." He smirked.

"You're on. Let's go." I exclaimed, Rosemary and Anthony appearing.

"Come on, Elle's racing Mutt in the parking lot!" Jake shouted to the whole place. The girls laughed and the guys ran out in hordes.

"You're really not, are you Elle?" Rosemary asked, eyes wide.

"You've known me since we were five. What do you think?" 



"Alright, let's go!" Anthony cheered, pushing us outside.

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"Okay. No physical contact during the race, which is four loops around the lot. Starting and finish line is here," Anthony drew a line on the ground with a piece of chalk. "And don't cheat, 'cause we're keeping count."

"Sounds good." I agreed, mounting the bike and carefully driving it to the starting line, revving the engine slightly. Mutt did the same.

"You think you can win, Elle?" He taunted.

"More like do you think you can win." I smirked, waiting for the signal.

"Ready?" Anthony drawled. "Set? Go."

The engine snarled, and I saw the look of shock on most people's faces. 1950 Harley Davidsons weren't supposed to run this well... I'd modified mine to the point where it wasn't a 1950 Harley anymore.

"Holy hell.." Mutt shouted, as I passed him easily.

To make the records straight, Elle Oxley won that race.

But it was a damn close race, I'll give him that.

Bella Signora= Beautiful Miss

Signore= Mister.

I believe that's right, correct me if I'm wrong!