✓ delicate ミ robby keene [COMPLETED UNTIL PART 3]

THIRTY-SIX. take it all off and exist

THE SMELL of the freshly cut grass and breakfast made by the chefs your parents hired, because they can't cook for the life of them, is how Rory Brewer woke up that morning.

This felt like a fresh start. She felt absolutely free.

She had her family, friends, and boyfriend.

What could go wrong?

Rory slipped on her shoes as her naturally curly hair fell over her shoulders. She wore a dark blue Duke sweatshirt and grabbed her car keys as she stepped outside in the San Fernando Valley sun basked down on her tanned skin.

She felt refreshed, and she could drive herself to school again. It was Rory Brewer's time to shine and she be damned if she let anyone or anything ruin her senior year at West Valley.

She had big plans and even bigger goals.

She wanted to apply to Brown University and study Psychology and possibly join their gymnastics team, it was the closest thing they had to karate and she wanted to keep that spirit alive for as long as she could.

Her entire life had been based on two things. Modeling from her mother and karate from her father. She chose the path her father raised her on and learned it with ease. She was happy with it and wouldn't have it any other way.

Soon enough, Rory pulled into the school's parking lot and made her way inside. She instantly made her way over to the office just in time to see her boyfriend walking out of it.

She clasped her hands together as she approached him. This, if possible, would be Robby's first day at West Valley High School.

And with a small smile, Robby held the 'Welcome New Students' folder in his hands.

Rory smiled brightly as she drew closer to him and brought her boyfriend into her embrace. "I'm so glad you're here." She exclaimed.

Robby hugged her back. To him, Rory had been the only person to have his back from the beginning. Truly, the two of them met by fate, Rory tripping over a rock while skateboarding and having your future girlfriend literally fall into your arms was something that many people could say happened to them.