Delaney Scarlette O'Reilly. Lane rolled her eyes at her own name, it sounded so.. rich. She secretly thought the only reason she had the name she did was because, to her father, it was just another way to flaunt his money. Sighing as she sat back in her '67 black convertible mustang, she narrowed her eyes at the big high school she was now stuck going to. This was her fourth high school that year. With her father being the Irish ambassador, stealing from shops for fun and getting kicked out of school weren't exactly the things that made daddy proud. Almost eighteen years ago, a young girl was vacationing in Ireland with her family. The ambassador took interest in this sixteen year old girl and within the week they were there, she fell in love with him. They had to leave though, because vacation always has to end. But she would have something to remember Donovan by. Eight and a half months later, they could always remember that vacation by the name of Delaney.
Lane sighed heavily, finally climbing out of her car and kicking the door shut. She was the type of gorgeous girl that never even had to try, nevermind care enough to. With long fiery red curls, dark green eyes, pale skin and graceful freckles splattered on her face, she resembled a model more than a regular high school student. Laney wore shredded light gray jeans, a white undershirt and her signature black leather jacket as she walked into the school late,leaving her Ray Ban sunglasses on.
The girl strode down the hallway confidently, chin up as she tossed her bag on the ground, pulling her locker open. She had barely been there five minutes and she already knew this school would be ridiculous, everybody looked like a waste of time.
She had to find something, or someone, to do to keep her entertained. Glancing back as a short boy with dark hair walked by, she stuck her foot behind her and listened to him trip, snickering under her breath. It wasn't even worth turning around, she got the fun from it happening.
Chuckling as she shut her locker, Laney spun around and stepped over the boy on the floor nonchalantly. She could feel every set of eyes on her as she swung her hips gracefully, walking down the hall as she found her first class, ballroom dancing. Lane rolled her eyes, sighing heavily. She wasn't about to play with balls for half an hour. Delaney did that enough in her spare time. Smirking at her own thought, she looked over the class before walking over to a girl with dark curls, dressed almost like her. Lane nodded to the girl's outfit with a smirk, running her fingers through her red hair. "Nice shoes," She spoke, nodding towards the brunette, who gave an unfriendly smile at first, looking her over. "Thanks.. nice outfit. I'm Bianca."
