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Poppy A. Rothschild

"When it comes down to it. I let people think what they want. And if they care enough to bother with what I do, I already know I'm better than them."

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a character in “Another Year at the Buckley School”, as played by .euphoria.

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Me Too: Meghan Trainor .How to be a Heartbreaker: Marina and the Diamonds . Daddy Issues: The Neighborhood . Filthy Rich: Evalyn | Work Bitch: Britney Spears


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โ—ข โ—ขF U L LXN A M E ;XXX Poppy Angelique Rothschild. How original. Against popular beliefs, her real name is not Penelope and don't even ask that to her face. Her name is Poppy, get it right. With that said, Poppy has always loved her name. Her first name is just adorable, her middle name pretty much means she's an angel, and hello! Her last name is Rothschild, who doesn't want to be a Rothschild? And if you're thinking about the Rothschilds who Forbes has says have a net worth of somewhere between $500 billion - $2 trillion, yes those Rothschild. The founder of the family, so to speak, is her sixth or seventh or eighth great grandfather, or something like that. She never really listens to the family tree stories by her family.

โ—ข โ—ขN I C K N A M E S ; XXX Poppy loves cute nicknames by her friends or even people who aren't close to her but suck up to her in order to try and weasel their way into the most upper-level clique in the school. The one everyone calls her by is, what other that Pops? It came about in second grade by some of her Buckley friends and it just sort of stuck around. There's also Pop-Pop and Pop Rocks by her family. Other than those obvious ones, her close friends, mostly guys, call her Little Red because of her red hair and shortish stature.

โ—ข โ—ขA G E / B I R T H D A Y ; XXX Feburary 14th, 2001, Yes, she is going to be graduating at the age of seventeen making her sixteen right now but it's not for the reasons you think. It's not because she brilliant or something, her parents just pushed her to go a year early.

โ—ข โ—ขO C C U P A T I O N ; XXX Oh, please as if she would ever have to work a day in her life. And god, the girl is great but god knows what would happen if this girl ever actually got an actual job.

โ—ข โ—ขE T H N I C I T Y / N A T I O N A L I T Y ; XXX
50% German {Father} : 25% French and 25% German {Mother} || American

โ—ข โ—ขH O M E T O W N; XXX Poppy was born and raised in the city of Angels; Los Angeles, California

โ—ข โ—ขS E X U A L I T Y ; XXX Please, one day would be enough time for you to hear around school just how much she loves the fellas and how much they love her.

โ—ข โ—ขS E X U A L // R E L A T I O N S H I PXH I S T O R Y ; XXXSingle and ready to mingle, somewhat. DO NOT let this like angel, waiting for the right man to come around look in her eyes fool you! She doesn't want nor does she need a relationship. She likes the idea of being able to do what she wants when she wants with who she wants and she doesn't want to be tied down to one person right now, or anytime soon. With that said she doesn't have to hide her sexuality, it's sex and she likes it, so yes she's active. It happens and she has had it a decent amount of times.



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โ—ข โ—ขH A I R ;XXX There have been rumors going around for years that the royal princess that her hair comes from a bottle but alas, no. She was just gifted with this gorgeous color of red which she wears down everyday- unless she's at practice - complete with her signature middle part and slight curls towards the bottom.

โ—ข โ—ขE Y E S ; XXX She hasn't been voted 'Best Eyes' two years running nothing. Just look at them! They're a stunning color of olive green which can either make you feel perfectly safe around her as if you could tell her all your secrets or startle the shit out of you as if any moment she could kill you by just by staring and knock every speck of confidence you have down to the ground.

โ—ข โ—ขS K I N XT O N E ; XXX Her skin would be pretty pale if it wasn't for her going tanning at least one a week.

โ—ข โ—ขH E I G H T // W E I G H T ; XXX Most would think that she's shorter than most but no, she's an average 5'5 and 113 lbs.

โ—ข โ—ขF A S H I O NXS E N S E ; XXX Fashion is a huge part of Poppy's life especially since her mother is the daughter of one of the starting designers at Yves Saint Laurent in Paris back in 1961. One of the brains responsible for making it fashionable for women to wear tailored suits. Her style is trickier to pinpoint than most girls their age who can easily say their style is 'indie', or 'preppy', or whatever and this is all because her ensembles can be described as eclectic, to say the least. The young Royal borrows from contrasting styles, pairing flirty dresses and ruffled tops with menswear-inspired structured blazers or even a jean jacket from one of the most high-end brands in the world. Poppy doesn't do cheap, she doesn't need to. So don't even think you'll catch her dead in a pair of American Eagle jeans or something. She will only wear the best especially when it comes to pulling inspiration for her ensembles that are strikingly chic with a touch of trend, femininity, class, and glamour. Poppy looks like she's heading to a hip soiree whenever she steps out of their multimillion dollar estate rather than just trekking to class; her outfit always flawless and she would never have it any other way, and she never has a hair out of place.

She would never step outside with unwashed hair, wear an outfit that didn't match, or buy anything "distressed", "boho chic", or god forbid "gently used." Her look is very young, modern Hollywood: It's flirty and girly with a trendy edge. In Poppy's world, there's no such thing as dressing down. School โ€” despite what moms (not her mom, but moms in general) usually say about it "not being a fashion show" โ€” is her place to shine, and she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to show off her style regardless of impracticality or discomfort including wear heels every single day only taking them off for cheer practice. This goes for her jewelry as well. You'll often see her texting up a storm or furiously posting on social media with big cocktail rings on her fingers, or sporting big gold hoops in her ears, the only small jewelry she wears is her trademark chokers that she had in tons of colors and styles, only taking them out when her coach makes her.

Her makeup is no different than her outfits, completely polished and put together 24/7. There will never be a day where you see her without her 'face' on even if most days she chose to go for a somewhat natural look with the addition of eyelashes. With the perfect shadow and eyeliner to match to compliment her gorgeous green eyes that seem to look right through you whenever she gives you one of the infamous stares along with a smirk which she never hides with a matte lipstick but more of a gloss to just make her lips plumper. It has taken Poppy years to perfect her look and she went on as 'that weird girl' for too long to go back and she'll be damned before letting that happened even if it means keeping up this over complicated beauty technique.

โ—ข โ—ขO V E R A L L XA T T R A C T I V E N E S S ; XXX Poppy is just like most girls in the Royals. She knows she's beautiful, has a great body, has been voted 'best eyes' since her sophomore year, a stunning smile, has that all-American girl look, and well in her mind is overall the perfect girl you've envious of when you look in the magazines and if it hasn't become extremely apparent Poppy thinks very highly of herself. So, if she could give herself anything higher than a 10, she would but since she has to give a number she would settle for a perfect 10 out of 10.

โ—ข โ—ขM A R K S // S C A R S //XT A T T O O S ; XXX Despite popular belief, Poppy does have tattoos and more than one. She has one small one to represent her sisters; Rosaline//Rose, Daisy, yours truly, Lily, and the baby, Jasmine all tied together with a beautiful light blue bow (to be a play on the name Beau, after her older brother). She also has a tattoo on the back of her neck of a light pink bow that she got just for the hell of it and a R with a crown on it behind her left ear that stands



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โ—ข โ—ขH O B B I E S ; XXXPoppy may seem like your basic mean girl who likes to hide her mean side but there is so much more to her than that especially with her hobbies. If you have realized she is a proud cheerleader and loves to do while also working on her flexibility with gymnastics. With that she loves to work out more than most would believe just so she can continue being the best, she not the captain for nothing. She's the best and she needs to keep it that way whether it's with practicing, coming up with new routines, or just rallying her team to remind them just how great they are. Yea, who knew? She's going at hyping people up. But, don't think that means she can't tear down. It's a talent and a hobby of hers to be so sarcastic and use so much sarcasm that people don't see just how mean Poppy can. She likes to hide it and she's damn good at it. Another thing she's good at and loves to do is flirt and have sex. Which she doesn't see as wrong, she's not a slut. She just is okay with and in touch with her sensuality. But, she can be nice to who she sees fit and when she wants to be. She can be your best, she can go shopping with you and pick out the best outfit you have ever seen within minutes. Hey, being her friend has perks. Like the fact that she loves to spoil those she calls her friends which is a few people.

โ—ข โ—ขL I K E S ; XXX Being a royal โœง The finer things in life โœฆ Cheerleading โœง Spoiling herself โœฆ Her friends โœง Pastels โœฆ Her sisters and family โœง Romance โœฆ Being in the spotlight โœง Her hair โœฆ Competing and winning โœง Going out โœฆ Getting under people's skin โœง People underestimating her โœฆ Starbucks caramel macchiatos โœง Name brands โœฆ The thought of going Greek next year like her mom โœง Fashion โœฆ Heels โœง Gossip โœฆ Working out especially yoga โœง Not having to look at price tags โœฆ Being in charge โœง Dancing โœฆ Flirting โœง Tall guys with tattoos โœฆ Older men โœง Contour and highlight โœฆ Makeup and wearing makeup โœง Getting her way โœฆ Smiling โœง Sex and kicking them out, she doesn't do walks of shames โœฆ Having a good time and enjoying life โœง Traveling โœฆ Movies about fashion esp. Devil Wears Prada โœง Basketball and baseball players, her favorite type of athletes โœฆ Starting drama and fueling the fire (secretly) โœง Social media and taking pictures โœฆ Clever one liners โœง The beach

โ—ข โ—ขD I S L I K E S ; XXX Being called a bitch โœง People who can see through her nice girl persona โœฆ Not getting her way or what she wants โœง Hangovers โœฆ Being called a brat โœง Used clothing โœฆ Fast food โœง Rejection โœฆ Losing โœง Used clothing โœฆ People who think her hair color's fake โœง Tea โœฆ Baggy clothes โœง When teachers tell her what she's wearing isn't appropriate for school โœฆ Wearing flats โœง Her tutors, what a waste of time โœฆ When daddy says "no" โœง When she feels like she's being replaced โœฆ Attitude towards her and her friends โœง Immature people โœฆ Sour things โœง Being touched without her permission โœฆ Pictures of her from when she was younger โœง Watching the news โœฆ Confrontation against her โœง Cheap fabric

โ—ข โ—ขS H O R TXT E R MXG O A L S ;XXX Once Aaliyah graduates and has to appoint a new queen bee, it's Poppy's goal to be that queen bee. Which she likes to think her chances are good. She has made good for the past six or so years first with the junior royals and then with the high school royals and it's not an option for her not to be. All three of her older sisters; Rose, Daisy, and Lily were the queen bee when they went to Buckley. If she doesn't she's trashing a tradition in their family, a tradition Poppy plans on continuing under any circumstance. She's not going to give her sisters any reason to degrade her any more than they already do to one another. Honestly, that's the only short term goal she has, she's a junior she doesn't have to worry about graduating just yet. All she wants to do is make it to senior year and finish high school as the queen.

โ—ข โ—ขL O N GXT E R MXG O A L S ;XXX To graduate of course and even though she doesn't have to go to college she wants to. Four years of complete and utter freedom sounds pretty damn go. Not to mention going Greek and joining Alpha Chi Omega at the University of Alabama just like her mom. She's three-time legacy with her grandmother, mom, and her three sisters. Like everything else in her life, she doesn't have a choice she wants to keep this tradition alive of going to college just because they can and go Alpha Chi just like the five women before her. After that, she wants to follow her mom's footsteps and take over her mother's fashion empire and magazine something none of her sisters have decided to do with their careers of being socialites or the girlfriends of baseball stars. Making her mommy and daddy's for sure favorite if she pulls it off, It wouldn't hurt to go on to marry and basketball or baseball star, preferably a Yankee, Golden State Warrior, Clipper, or Dodger she's not picking when it comes to those four, and just do fashion just for the hell of it so she doesn't get bored but best believe she wants to but she sure as hell doesn't need to.

โ—ข โ—ขF E A R S; XXX Behind her calm and collective demeanor, Poppy does have feelings and fears just like everyone else in the world. Sure, hers may seem... minuscule to some but to her they're huge and they terrify her. She has always been afraid of letting her family down. Her family has all these traditions and while some she's okay with going along with like going to Buckley, others she feels like she has to like going to college at all. But, she feels like if she doesn't go and she breaks those traditions she's letting down generations of Rothschild and Cunningham women. And with sisters, like Rose, Lily, and Daisy who constantly pester her about it, what do you expect? And hell, what if she doesn't even get that far? What if she doesn't graduate and she's stuck at Buckley forever?! Okay, that's a little extreme but she's not the brightest lightbulb in the chandelier and she feels like if she doesn't pass her parents will try to buy her diploma which will just be another thing her sisters can use against her. Within Buckley, she's afraid to lose her spot in the Royals and what if she doesn't become Queen bee? That'll be another thing her sisters can use against her. She not like those drifters, she can't survive without her status and her friends. More than anything, she's afraid of those under the listers to find out about Little Miss Perfect and how she might not be so perfect.

โ—ข โ—ขS E C R E T S ; XXX Behind the angel face and charming accent lies a lot of surprising secrets involving her and her family. The one that both she and her family have taken to the grave is the fact that during her second semester of 8th grade and her first semester of her freshmen year Poppy was involved in an abusive relationship with a boy that's family was as close as can be to the Rothschild. He'd abuse her, verbally, physically, sexually, and emotional, anyway he could in order to show he had control over her. After a while, that didn't sit well with her. She was done being taken advantage of so, she may or may not have beaten the shit of him with her sisters and he soon disappeared from Buckley without an explanation to anyone which was a part of the nondisclosure agreement from the Rothschild's team of lawyers, they would charge their son with abuse, rape, and harassment if he disappeared. Not from the school, but from the state and never made contact to any of them and never to the media about why he left such a great school. And that was that, there's only a handful of people outside of the Rothschilds who know, maybe three or four people who know the whole story. โœฆ Within their family there's also a lot of secrets such as the fact that her eldest sister, Rose isn't even a Rothschild, not that her father knows that and Poppy isn't about to tell him because honestly, Pops doesn't know if she's a Rothschild either and she's not putting her future and her trust fund on the line just so she can say she told the truth. It'd do more bad than good in their situation.

โ—ข โ—ขL I F EXP H I L O S O P H Y ;XXXโ€œDress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman.โ€ โ€• Coco Chanel



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โ—ข โ—ขP E R S O N A L I T Y ;
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      โœ” Clever โœ” Honest โœ” Strong โœ” Witty โœ” Headstrong โœ” Spontaneous โœ” Confident โœ” Selfless (when she wants to be) โœ” Loyal (to her friends at least) โœ” Passionate โœ” Charismatic โœ” Poised โœ” Athletic โœ” Hardworking โœ” Independent โœ” Sophisticated

      โœ˜ Competitive โœ˜ Two-faced โœ˜ Medocore in school โœ˜ Relentless โœ˜ Jealous โœ˜ Connivivng โœ˜ Perfectionist โœ˜ Arogant โœ˜ Proud โœ˜ Fickle โœ˜ Spoiled and Entitled โœ˜ Flirtatious โœ˜ Opinionated โœ˜ Spiteful โœ˜ Manipulative

      You know that one person that you had to watch put on a mask every day in order to feel good enough? The one that may be for the better or worst but, either way, they seem to completely forget who they really are just for the approval of others in her life. Well, that person is Miss. Poppy Rothschild, even if she won't admit to it. She doesn't care about what random people think of her but it boils down to her family as the main factor of her need for perfection. She refuses to change, she sees nothing wrong with it. Just like she refuses to slow down, to take a break for anything. Because, unlike others in her life she has come to the conclusion that she, just like everyone else has a disadvantage and while she knows hers may seem like nothing compared to others. They are there. She's at the disadvantage that because of what she looks like she may be held up to a lower level and even have a harder time proving people wrong and the other being because of who her parents are, she'll always be in their shadow and the shadow of her family that she only gets things because her daddy bought it for her. Which, okay can be helpful at times but others she wishes she could show others that she can do some things on her own. Her whole life she'll have the 'Rothschild stamp of approval' on her head, meaning she never knows if she gets things because she was the best or because her parents are who they are. And it sucks, like a lot but, instead of throwing a pity party and bitching about it like she does with a lot of other stuff in her life especially when she doesn't get what she wants, she has had to learn to just sort of accept it. To know that all her life she'll always have that bubble around her whether she wants it or not.

      The worst thing that comes with Poppy is that you never know what side or face you're going to get with her. Are you going to get the sweet, fun loving, somewhat dimwitted facade she puts on in order to slip under people's radar and be able to get them from behind. This side is the side most outside of her close friends or enemies predominately see. Teachers, family, strangers, all of them see Poppy as this kind girl who would never hurt a fly not to even think another person. She seems that, while a little dim when it comes to academics that she only means well with her intentions. Which is exactly what she wants you to believe because while she wants to like her sisters who all rules as queen bee with a confident bitchy attitude, Poppy has gone around it in a different way. A better way, a smarter way, the Poppy way. Why allow everyone to think you're a bitch? That only makes you look like a complete bitch even to adults who really have all the power in the school to get things done. In order to really be in charge, you have to have the authority on your side as well as long as the respect of most of your people. Hence why she puts on the bright and shining appearance and personality that she does. But, under that sweet, quiet, funny mask she wears in who she really is a superficial, egotistical, entitled young woman used to getting anything and everything she wants at the moment she asks. And, she'll admit it it. One of her quotes is; "You've heard I'm a bitch. It's not just a rumor, it's true."

      Blame her name, blame her parents, blame whoever you want because she doesn't care. She is the type of girl used to getting everything she wants without having to work very hard for it, but is it completely her fault? No, she was just raised that way. And only an unfortunate few have the... pleasure to see this side of her. The side that won't bat an eyelash at hurt someone's feelings in any way she wants, the side that only wants to improve her social standing and doesn't give a fuck who she has to cross to get what she wants in life and right now what she wants is to be queen bee next year just like the Rothschild girls before her. She's cruel, calculating, and will take what and who she wants when she wants it because babydoll doesn't like hearing the word, 'no' so, when she does have to hear it you can believe that she isn't too happy esp. when it comes to the guys she wants in her bed for the night. While she gets most guys she wants with not only being beautiful but also with have that air of confidence that just pulls guys it. She likes to be in charge that doesn't change in bed. She was pushed, hit, kicked around for too long come freshmen year and she'll be damned if she lets that happen again. Clever, vindictive, and overly unable feel any empathy for others and loves to show off. She is willing to do close to anything to go to the top and be the best and is one who will never admit she's wrong or that she needs help because that shows weaknesses something she will never show outright again. Does that make her stubborn? Probably but she doesn't really care. She doesn't really care about a lot of things outside of; fashion, her friends, family, and admiration towards herself. And, well getting back at those who she feels has wronged her and screwed her over, made her feel stupid. If they think she's going to let that slide, they have another thing coming and Poppy has made a reputation for being able to get back at people in the most heartless ways you could think of.

      Despite what is written above, Poppy does have redeeming qualities to her believe it or not. She is a natural born leader, knowing just how to make those around her do her bidding for her. She likes to think that people can be better than they believe if they just pushed themselves a little harder which has made her an amazing cheer captain. But, with that said she is a very tough girl and in some cases, she's far too tough than she should be for her only being a junior in high school. She doesn't just push people to their limit, she's been known to push them to their edge with both their bodies and what they can take emotionally knowing that the world will be twice as bad as she is. She likes to believe that people can always be better and some people are just too weak to see it that way but with training and some very tough love they'll be just fine. But, that doesn't just apply to other people, she's no hypocrite. She tougher on herself more than anyone just like her parents were on her and her sisters. Always pushing herself harder and harder no matter how tired and burnt out she is just because they have been taught to never show doubt, weakness, and vulnerability in the face others.

      More than that towards those she calls her friends that fake side she puts on isn't fake. She really can be kind, funny, and selfless. Sure, with her being a Rothschild she doesn't choose to associate with those who need her to pay for things for them but it is an option if they really need help like their card is frozen or they forgot it at home or something and you never have to worry about repaying her because trust her. She sure as hell doesn't need it. She thinks she can handle losing $6 for a venti Starbucks drink or $400 for a sexy outfit that just looks amazing on her girlfriend. Because you see when she wants to be she can be your best girl friend. She can be supportive, boosting up your confidence and making you feel like the second sexiest girl in Buckley. And yes she can be very loyal, for the most part, really she can be! She will always have your back if she knows you have no chance of taking her spot, if she sees you as a threat. She'll be your friend and be a great friend but she will strike if need be in order to make you back away and when you do. Then she'll go back to normal.


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โ—ข โ—ขC H I L D H O O DXU P B R I N G I N G ;XXX Poppy likes to believe she had the childhood most dreamed about. Anything she wanted. She would get. Did she want a horse? You got it. She saw a cute outfit that she loved. Boom it was hers. Anything in the world was hers at any time. She was born after three other girls to one of, if not the wealthiest family in the country. Just being born the girl has a net worth of millions. Something most people could never wrap their mind around but, not everything was as amazing as it seemed behind the gated mansion of the Rothschilds. While her parents seemed happy, it was all for the camera and the fact that neither of them wanted to separate while the girls are still young and with baby Jasmin just being five, they have a while before a divorce is a part of the plan. Even when they were dating, the love and passion was never there and Poppy knows why. The two families had been wanting to get a pair of their children together to expand the twos' wealth and her parents just so happen to fit. It's not that they don't love one another but they certainly aren't in love with one another anymore or at least not like they used to be.

Hell, their oldest child, Rose isn't even her dad's. The only reason why she knows that is because she was looking for the older, embarrassing photos of her sisters and found the girls DNA test, well the four girls other than Poppy's and while three of them matched. Rose's showed otherwise and while Poppy wanted to rub it into everyone's face that Miss. Perfect ain't so perfect but she couldn't bring herself to do it because for all she knew she wasn't a Rothschild either seeing that she couldn't find hers anywhere in the box that was in their basement.

โ—ข โ—ขC H I L D H O O DXH E R O // I D O L ; XXX Coco Channel, Madonna, Buffy the Vampire Hunter, Fran Drescher, Kelly Taylor (90210), Iris Rothschild (her mother), Mary Tyler Moore, and Valentina Truppa.

โ—ข โ—ขC H I L D H O O DXP E T S ; XXX Poppy had the pets, a girl would dream of when they were younger including a beloved puppy, Piper, and Appaloosas ponies that she had when she start barrel racing named Vanderbilt and Nightingale, and beloved her American Quarter horse, Goliath who was and still is her prize-winning show jumping horse and as she calls him her baby.

โ—ข โ—ขC H I L D H O O DXD R E A M S ; XXX Growing up, Poppy loved show riding and taking care of her horses so to no surprise she dreamed to turn her love into a career. She wanted to be a prize-winning equestrienne and go on to the Olympics for equestrian just like her idol, Valentina Truppa but instead of getting 15th like her idol she planned on winning the gold. After which she wanted to become a model just like her mom and live all over the world.

โ—ข โ—ขC H I L D H O O DXE D U C A T I O N ; X Pops has gone to Buckley since kindergarden just like most of her closest friends and like her older sisters who went on to graduate Buckley before going off on their own.

โ—ข โ—ขC H I L D H O O DXF I N A N A C E S ; XXXLike stated above and in several magazines and newspapers over the years, Poppy is a part of one of the richest families in the world because of one of her ancestors who is referred to as the "founding father of international finance," and was the founder of the Rothschild banking dynasty. Without having to say so, Poppy's finances when she was growing up were amazing as they have been for generations before her.



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โ—ข โ—ขG R A D E ;XXX 11th//Junior

โ—ข โ—ขL I F E R / / N E W C O M E R ? ; XXX She has gone her whole life since the second she was old enough to be here. She's a lifer all the way through.

โ—ข โ—ขS C H O L A R S H I P / / NOT ? ; XXXHahahaha--.. Oh, you're serious. Please, she couldn't qualify for a scholarship if you divided her and her parents' net worth.

โ—ข โ—ขXG R O U P / / C L I Q U E ; XXX Please, she has a been a royal since she started high school and she will leave as a royal. Point blank period. End of discussion and as a middler schooler she was a junior royal just like all her sisters before her. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

โ—ข โ—ขC L U B S ; XXX Other than being a part of the best spirit squad in the entire country, at least in her mind, the varsity softball team and the equestrian team when softball isn't going on to continue with her love of sports at Buckley she is the treasurer of the Varsity Club which she knows is shocking to most. She is also a part of the FIDM Fashion Club (of course) which shouldn't surprise anyone when you know her and just who her mother is.

โ—ข โ—ขS P O R TXT E A M S ; XXX Poppy isn't in just one sport but, in three including one out of school. Those three include the varsity softball team, the spirit squad, and the equestrian team which she is a part of when softball isn't going on. Outside of Buckley, she is in a profession competitive cheerleading squad which is her golden ticket to the University of Alabama's cheerleading team and then the Dallas Cowboys.

โ—ข โ—ขA R EXY O UXH A P P Y ? ; XXX Are you kidding? Of course she is. She is at the very top of the totem pole with the best people around her at all times some including her closest friends.

โ—ข โ—ขW O U L DXY O UXC H A N G E ? ;XXXHave you been listening? Of course, she wouldn't. She is at the very top and rightfully so and you couldn't pay her to change mostly because she doesn't need your chump change.

โ—ข โ—ขL O O K I N GXF O R W A R DXT O ? ; XXX While she's only a junior the only thing she's looking forward to is prom, obviously. She already has the most gorgeous rose gold gown picked out designed just for yours truely meaning of course it's flawless along with small tiara since she knows she can't be queen but that won't stop her from looking like one.



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Poppy A. Rothschild's Story

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky

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"Thanks for the ride, Riv. You're the best." Poppy smiled towards the jock, River she had gotten to give her a ride home from her cheerleading team's practice since her driver's kid got really sick or something and she did have a heart when it came to the Rothschild's staff especially seeing that the man, Benny had been with the family before Poppy was even born. What was she going to do? Fire him? Of course not just as long as he could drive her around tonight. "No problem, darlin'. So, you goin' to Ace's?" She felt his hand creep onto her leg, but she loved to mess with people so she acted as if she didn't even notice. "Of course. Where else would I be going?" The Southern man chuckled and shook his head. "Fair enough and what are you doin' after?" She shrugged. "Depends on how the night goes and you?" She could feel his hand tighten on her bare thigh right above her leather black shorts with a smirk creeping on her face. "I was thinkin' what about you and me," Before he finished he was leaning into Poppy trying to get a kiss but Poppy did have some standards, she wasn't about to start something in a car right outside her house where the cameras could easily see the pair. She pulled her face away as she reached for her bag from the back seat of the 2018 Range Rover. "Nice try, Riv and I'll let you know. But, I really do need to start getting ready. See you there." She winked towards him while opening the door not even paying any mind to jock chuckling as he looked up at his sunroof.

He was a sweet guy, really he was. But that was the problem, he was too sweet for Poppy's liking. On top of that, he didn't check any of the boxes she had for her criteria. He was a sophomore, kind of, but not really upper middle class (she only took upper class, thank you very much), he was too sweet, and the biggest problem, he was a jock. They just weren't her type, she liked them... bad. A challenge. An animal, which was a type she'd take to her grave. The last two guys she had been with were animals, including 'the King' himself, Caspian Siyansky. A conquest she isn't proud to say was still going on but, hey what are you gonna do? He was the complete opposite of her and it was sexy as hell to her. The gates opened for the girl no doubt meaning their security saw the scene that had just unraveled. Not that she really cared. Nothing happened. She smiled towards the camera before walking in with her silver booties clacking against the cobblestone leading to her front doors. She pushed the doors open putting her cheerleading bag and backpack on the wooden table set right by the door just so Poppy would stop throwing it on the floor because she was too lazy to put it in her room with her. She didn't see her parents' cars out front so she could assume that they were still on the week long date 'night' trip to somewhere in Europe. Poppy didn't really listen when they said where they were going.

She made her way from the foyer, up the stairs, and to her room which was the second largest since she kicked a screamed to make her parents let her have the eldest Rothschild's girl room seeing that she moved out and had a family of her own. She had no need to have a huge room in their house if anything she deserved the maid's quarters bedroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hand through her wet, ruby locks after she had taken a shower right after practice so she could save time. She didn't even waste any time, she tossed off her clothes and changed into her outfit for the night to see how great she looked it. She looked at herself in one of the full-length mirrors in her walk-in closet with a smirk as she turned to the side to see how her pants hugged her waist. "Perfect." She grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. "As always." She grabbed her robe to put on over her outfit so when she did her hair and makeup it wouldn't get dirty or wet because this outfit was perfection and she was not taking it off until later this night if it went as planned.

She sat at her vanity in her room and sent a text to one of her 'in case of emergency' numbers which was a maid, Yvonne that worked for the family for around a year but pretty much worked as Poppy's stylist since that what she wanted to do in her career anyway. Within minutes, the young Russian girl who was only twenty-two was in her room looking at her outfit to get an idea of what to do with her hair and makeup. Poppy could do it herself, she was good at it but if you have someone to do. Let them do their job. As the blonde got started on her hair Poppy was on her phone, looking at the messages she missed with at practice and taking several photos of herself. The pair were in silence other than the pop music playing through her speakers throughout her room to fill the awkwardness. It wasn't until she was done with her hair which was completely straight with a middle part and almost done with her makeup, only needing to put on her lipstick and fake lashes. Yvonne cleared her throat. "Where are you going tonight?" Yvonne always seemed afraid of Poppy and with reason, sure but she liked Yvonne. She wasn't going to bite her. "A party all my friends are going to since grades were turned in today or something, I don't know. I'm just always looking for an excuse to look cute."

"You always look cute though." Ah ha. There it was. Poppy shrugged before chuckling."Okay as much as I love you for saying that. I can tell when someone's looking for a favor. So, what do you want?" Yvonne chuckled in embarrassment and tried to ask like Poppy was wrong. "I do it to my mom. Just say it. What is it you want?" She whipped her head up towards the blonde with a raised eyebrow when she was reaching for the lash glue. "A night off for a date." She scoffed. "Someone got a match on Tinder but fine, whatever. I don't care. Now was that so hard?" She laughed a bit before opening her messages to send one to the king, himself. Mostly to tell him her intentions but also hoping he was with that friend of his so, she could hopefully piss Rhiannon off from afar. And another to Leah.

To: Casper
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night

To: Leah
hey love! I should be otw in like 15-20 :)

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Character Portrait: Aaliyah Shanks Character Portrait: Genneya Shanks Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Sabina D. McCreery Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Nicholas W. Van Veenen Character Portrait: Jeanette R. Abategiovanni Character Portrait: Catarina Valentine Character Portrait: Finn Maxwell Character Portrait: Danielle Jones Character Portrait: Jasmine Kim Character Portrait: Samuel Kim Character Portrait: Ace Bronson Character Portrait: Ari Rollings Character Portrait: Malcolm R. Vincent Character Portrait: Camila Santos Character Portrait: Charlotte Bryant Character Portrait: Christopher Morgan Character Portrait: Cydnee Black Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Bea Prinsloo Character Portrait: Luke Escuyos Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Juliette Arnault Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Jasper Cameron Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo Character Portrait: Adrien Arnault

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At some point, Luke had lost Camila, Cydnee and Juliette - not that it was too much of a surprise. Royals just didn't show up to parties with Wannabes, which was fine. He wasn't salty, not at all. Plus, Aaliyah hadn't even been with them when they arrived, remarking that her niece had not been really asleep when Aaliyah had set her in her room. And considering the fact that Aaliyah never really ever, as far as Luke was concerned, didn't leave the house without checking in on the toddler, it made sense that she didn't want to leave when the girl obviously knew that she was still in the house. So, she was just going to get Malcolm to bring her after she made sure that the young girl had something on her stomach that wasn't a snack and was comfortable in her room. It didn't even occur to Lucas to even question it at the time because the tequila sunrise, combined with a shot or three - who's really counting - of the vodka Malcolm had brought, made him giddy for the night ahead of them. So, so what if the Royals promptly ditched him considering the fact that their queen wasn't present to force them to humor him? He didn't need them.

He totally did. Screw whatever his bitter tipsy side said.

Nevertheless, when it hit eight o'clock, Luke was having a pretty good time grinding against this scrumptious looking Animal. It wasn't his scrumptious, super mysterious for no damn reason but obviously in the best way Animal, sure, but Roman wasn't even his to begin with, let alone to be thinking about when he had hot, semi-sweaty male behind him. Buckley may not have been the most...open about a lot of things, especially sexuality, but house parties like these were where there really weren't no rules. You could do what you wanted with who you wanted. Granted, depending on who you were, you would probably want to keep a bit quiet if you were caught with a person far below you on the hierarchy, but again it was a party. Shit happened at a party. Not many took the time to judge at a party. And Luke was taking advantage, sucking down the contents of the wine cooler bottle like it was nothing but water. To him, it was considering it was pretty much a flavored beer and not at all as biting as something like vodka or tequila, but definitely enough alcohol to make him feel A-ok with everything. Including texting Rhapsody.

To: Rhaps
Stop sucking mi brotha's face & come dance wit me

To: Rhaps
Plz D: D: D: D:


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"Ok, but where do you wanna go next?" Genneya asked after stealing a handful from the fry basket on their table. By the time eight o'clock had come, she was starving, but had been in the middle of girls vs. boys skyscraper rope course race that she just had to give her all to because she would be darned if Louis thought for a second that the boys were going to win. Granted, she did love her some Chris, but he ultimately was grouped in with the rest of them and was the enemy at the time. Sadly enough, it was a tie that Genneya swore they were going to broke, but she was a part of their group that had wanted to go back to their tables and get their grub on. Her mom had rented the whole place out for the evening, leaving the lower school division to do as they pleased. So, Gigi hadn't even hesitated or felt the least bit ashamed when she grabbed three slices of the meat lover's pizza, a basket of lightly salted french fries that she totally was going to share with whomever she was sitting with - which happened to be Chris and a few other classmates - and a strawberry crush that had just been refilled.

She dipped a fry into what used to be Chris' large dollop of ketchup, but it was currently more of a puddle of tomato-y goodness that she was going to steal since their table didn't have a ketchup bottle and she didn't feel like calling to someone to bring her one or ask for the direction the one they had been using went. Besides, friends didn't let friends go without ketchup. There was a handbook and everyone needed to read it. After a few chews, she continued, "We could do the laser maze or the arcade...pretty sure I'm gonna kick your butt anyway, but I figured I'd let you decide which one you wanted to lose to me in."Grinning at her own audacity, Genneya playfully captured the straw from her cup between her lips, sucking the sweet carbonated beverage up to chase the salty fried goodness she honestly had an addiction to.

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Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Casper Siyansky Character Portrait: Roman Eliades Character Portrait: Rhia Prinsloo

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โ€œHere's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They're not
fond of rules. And they have no respect for
the status quo. You can quote them, disagree
with them, glorify or vilify them. About the
only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things. They push the
human race forward. And while some may see
them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because
the people who are crazy enough to think they
can change the world, are the ones who do.โ€

~ Rob Siltanen


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Casper had absolutely nothing to wear. The hour he had spent rummaging through hundreds of clothes that were either worn or easily uninteresting as the next seemed useless. He knew that Rhiannon was entertaining her boredom, getting her hands on whatever she could. She was always impatient much to Casper's surprise she hadn't already come upstairs and dressed him herself. But as the minutes passed, Casper hadn't heard a glass shatter the only thing that became audlible was the sound of the doorbell ringing. It could have been Austen or Kayleen forgetting their key or something, but the possibility of that happening was low. Austen had left six hours ago to go camping with a couple friends, and Kayleen was with her boyfriend. Both weren't irresponsible enough to leave a key behind.

Casper called for Rhiannon, but she didn't answer. It didn't take him long to figure out what the hell she was up to; ordering pizza of course and the wallet he hadn't thought to bring upstairs with him meant that it was going to be paid with his money. "Rhiannon," he shouted as he struggled to squeeze himself into a pair of jeans, "don't touch my ten!" The girl will be the death of him. If they weren't the best of friends she'd be getting a one-way ticket to get the hell out of his home. Still, Casper knew that without Rhiannon by his side his life would nonetheless be mundane to say the very least. He enjoyed the company of the unpredictable blonde. She (with the exception of Roman) always managed to keep him on his toes, so when the doorbell sounded without him knowing who it was he just knew that she was up to no good, and throwing on the nearest clean t-shirt he could find as he left his room unsure whether his shoes were on the right foot or not, he was intended to find what it was.

On his way downstairs, he examined the foyer ensuring that everything was still in tact the way his mother had left it. Knowing his mother, if so much as a vase was out of place she'd find the next bus to ship him off reason being there were countless times where Casper threw parties in his parents absence, and something always had to get broken at the fault of some drunken Senior. Casper was on his last strike with his mother, so he was trying to be more careful with his surroundings, and Rhiannon forcing herself into his house just easily meant that shit was about to get fucked up real quick. It was a constant game of cat and mouse when it came to her, like Tom and Jerry. Casper was unluckily Tom in the situation.

The voices he was hearing were coming from the Kitchen where Casper had last left Rhiannon, so it wasn't a surprise to see his friend with a Corona in hand leaning over the counter near another presence he knew well, a little too well. Roman Eliades, blonde and undeniably moody as always. Neither was aware Casper was watching amused in the entryway as the two bickered at each other as if they were a wedded couple. "I don't make an attempt at getting you into my bed and you automatically assume something's wrong?" He overheard Roman say to Rhiannon, "As shocking as it may be, I do have some self control." As quickly as he came, Casper stepped into the conversation before Rhiannon can have a chance to bite back. It was like tearing apart two little kids when it came to them; a list of all things Casper hated, kids and stopping a fight of two.

"What the hell is going on in here?" he motioned to the opened box of Austen's Corona. He was going to get his ass chewed, one two many times. It was bad enough his mom was disappointed the moment she was informed by Deborah fucking Monroe that her son would be repeating another year, but now his friends who weren't even invited were now rainbows and unicorns sipping on his step dad's most prized possession. And of course Roman had to have some smart ass comment to go along as he turned his attention onto Casper. "Well look at you," the blonde joked, "Getting all dolled up for me, I'm honored." Before Casper could give him a piece of his mind, his phone buzzed in his back pocket almost simultaneously.

Realizing it was from none other than Poppy Rothschild herself, a smug expression boarded his face as he read her text.

FROM: Poppy
I hope you know you'll be mine by the end of the night


The booty call was tempting, a little too tempting much to Casper's degree. Poppy was hot, Casper was hot, so it was no shocker that they'd obviously find presence in each other's bed. She, like every other girl at Buckley knew about Casper's reputation, but that had not stopped her from throwing herself into his graces promptly. Unlike him, she was a Royal a little different than his usual Rebel and Animal taste, but still. What good would a boy be if they weren't their to give a girl what she wanted? Casper and Poppy preceded with their "no strings attached" relationship since they were sophomores, and that text that he was reading meant that things where still going as planned.

TO: Poppy
Actions speak louder than words, P ;)


After he sent the text, he seemed to forget why he was even mad until the doorbell sounded again, "And there's my cue." Rhiannon announced before she left to answer the door. It wasn't long until she came back with a pizza box and wings in her hands. Almost immediately, Casper rushed to go retrieve his wallet only to find the ten gone as he suspected. He returned to his friends holding his wallet open for Rhiannon to see, "Rhiannon, what the hell?"

He watched as the blonde pulled a slice from the box, pealed off its cheese, and popped it into her mouth, "Hey, I thought of you," she licked at her fingers, "I got you wings."

Ignoring her, he pulled out a lighter and his Camels from a nearby drawer. Lighting the cigarette between his teeth, his eyes darted to Roman who sat back amused, "This is your fault," he pointed a menacing finger at him, "If you had told me about this party she wouldn't be here, I would still have a ten dollar bill, and I would be getting fucked at this party it seems we're going to be late for-"

"-Fashionably late." Rhiannon corrected between a mouth full of pizza.

Immediately, he took out two bread stick from the box and heaved them at Roman and another thereafter for closure.

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Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos Character Portrait: Poppy A. Rothschild Character Portrait: Malcolm R. Vincent

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At some point, though Derek could not recall the actual time, he and Rhapsody had gone their separate ways. She had met up with one of her Artist friends who had something about them going outside, and in all honesty, Derek wanted her to have that time with them. It was one thing for him to always say that she had walked out the house looking good; it was different and maybe even better when friends - people she spent a substantial amount of time with - said it. So, a quick kiss on the mouth and a promise to meet up later, and he had been on his own. A few of the Drifters had apparently decided to chill out in one of the sitting rooms because there was a game console in there and apparently there was some kind of war between going on between the Drifters and the Skaters. Derek couldn't exactly ignore that.

Soon enough, though, Derek was in need of a beer run and quickly got up to go get one, chuckling along with his friend, Gabriel because of the weird ass victory dance one of the girls did. It didn't take him long to get to one of the coolers in one of the more heavily populated rooms of the full house, grabbing a few beer bottles just in case someone else wanted one. He literally turned around only a second too fast and practically collided with Poppy, tightening his grip on the four bottles he was holding while trying to keep them both steady. "Shit, Pops," he hissed, casting her an apologetic glance. Once he was sure that they both were steady and not going to topple over, the realization that she was pretty much in his arms hit him and Derek took a few steps back, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry about that. Either I'm drunker than I thought I was, or I really need to pay attention. You ok?" He was pretty certain that he wasn't drunk because no, he had not really drank the alcohol Malcolm had left for him with Rhapsody considering the fact that he had to drive. And anything too hard would result in him being the last person to be trusted, fast metabolism aside. Nevertheless, now that he found himself alone with Poppy Rothschild - not that they were really alone in a crowded home - Derek was reminded why they never really were in the first place.

Derek could admit that he was wrong when he had slept with a few girls without really trying for anything more. To be fair, they had all come into bed with him with the knowledge that he wasn't leading them on. He wasn't giving false hope. Most of them were either random hook-ups because the mood had struck or drunk. Poppy was one of the latter. Not that he didn't find her to be absolutely gorgeous because she was - but she also wasn't for him. Derek couldn't say type because it wasn't fair, but he definitely knew - just from having hung in the same circle as her for awhile - that it wouldn't have been a fulfilling relationship if he had truly tried. Maybe high school was too early to be looking for fulfilling relationships, but it was hard not to when you literally woke up every day to see two prime examples of what forever was supposed to look like. So, occasionally, despite the fact that she had never really been rude or mean to him, it felt awkward interacting with Poppy. Especially knowing how much she and Rhapsody hated each other. Which was why seeing Malcolm emerging literally out of nowhere was like divine intervention of some sort. "Malcolm, man, what's good," he greeted, a bit more warmly as his friend approached and Derek didn't hesitate to hand him one of the cold brews. He also noticed Malcolm's almost troubled expression and inquired, "Dude, you good?"

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Poppy didnโ€™t even make it to Aaliyahโ€™s like she planned. Frankly she had been in her own little world since sending their staff home for the night, saying that she wasnโ€™t a quiet night to herself. Which was somewhat truth. She wanted the house to herself but she wasnโ€™t planning on it being just her and if things went her way and ended up with the โ€˜kingโ€™ in her bed it would be anything but quiet. That and she didnโ€™t need her staff to have to lie to her parents about her coming home drunk, or high, or both again. Not after last time when they actually had to break up an impromptu party she had thrown for the A-listers and a few special exceptions like Derek, who of course couldnโ€™t leave his little African tagalong at home one night by herself. Her parents made her swear she would tone it down, at least until her grades improved. She promised, of course. And she lied. She did that sometimes. Her parents should have known that by now. The whole time she texting her friends that she was โ€˜on her wayโ€™ over and over again. Only to finally say she would just see them there. She was way too far gone to even think about pregaming even if she wanted to be with her friends, she kept drinking and with her drinking, she kept wanting to change her outfit, hair, and makeup only to go back to how it was in the beginning. Before she left she actually responded to Casper, after leaving him on read for about an hour and a half.

To: Casper

Good to know, Casp. ;)


When she did finally make it to the party, make it being used for lack of a better word. She was quick to start socializing. Smiling at the compliments for what she was wearing, hey she wasn't the fashionista for nothing. And of course, the compliments from guys who never had a chance with her. She was walking away from some animal she was dancing with, she didnโ€™t get his name. Saying that was getting a drink when in actuality she was just getting bored. She needed a change of atmosphere and definitely a change of company. With Casper nowhere nearby, Poppy decided it was probably time for her to actually spend time with the girlfriends after asking a prep where the Royal girls were. But before she could make it to the kitchen while she was looking away from the direction she was going she ran into someone. She scoffed as she almost dropped her drink as the guy was somewhat holding her from toppling over. Before seeing who it was she bumped into, she rolled her eyes ready to chew out whoever it was. When she heard Derekโ€™s voice ring into her ear she lost her attitude and her look of disdain turned into a smirk. She wasnโ€™t complaining about pretty much being in his arms for a moment before the drifter backed away, giving the two some space between them. โ€œHm. No tagalong in sight.โ€ The redhead turned towards him as he spoke, looking him up and down. Not in any way trying to hide the fact that she really liked what she was looking at. Look, she was a home wrecker, okay. Not with most relationships but Rhapsodyโ€™s was something different. She would never admit to hating the girl, please. That would her admitting that she cared about the care the tiny, little artist and her lucky catch. But, she would admit to never seeing what Derek saw in her, I mean in her mind. He went from her, whether they were drunk or not, a stunning, rich, popular cheerleader toโ€ฆ Rhapsody, an artist who barely 4โ€™0 off the ground. Hell, just with saying she was an artist was enough reason for Derek to be able to aim higher on the social ladder. But, of course, he had to be one of those guys who didnโ€™t care about popularity. Honestly fighting his teammates, losing his group because of what? Because they were talking about his precious little artist? She thought he was crazy, personally.

But, hey, it was his life. She scoffed before speaking. โ€œDamn, D. If you wanted to hold me, all you had to do was ask. But, I would think itโ€™s a mixture of both.โ€ Before he responded to her, she saw him turning to Malcolm who was walking towards the two. Her smirk widened. She loved seeing people squirm and she obviously made Derek squirm with how easily he moved from her to Rhapsodyโ€™s brother. She noticed the look on Malcโ€™s face and was trying to figure what was going on. See, Malcolm and Poppy were always just friends, there werenโ€™t even rumors about the two of them unlike other guy friends of hers. She never saw him like that, sure he was sexy, but maybe it was because her sophomore year he stood up to her when she was messing with Rhapsody. That was an easy way to turn her off, standing up to her for any reason. Besides he was a jock, not her type. She had only slept with one jock and that was the one standing right next to her. She chuckled before reaching for one of the beers in Derekโ€™s hand.

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When Leah left, Malcolm gave her a three minute head start before he left. He didnโ€™t need to raise eyebrows of those around them with the pair leaving a bedroom together. โ€œYea whatโ€™s the matter, Malc baby?โ€He rolled his eyes at the redhead as he cracked open the bottle. โ€œDonโ€™t--.. Donโ€™t call me that, Pops.โ€ He hated when he was giving nicknames by people, he was just one of those guys that unless he gave you permission to give him pet names. Poppy just rolled her eyes and scoffed.

โ€œIโ€™ll call you what I damn well please.โ€ The royal smirked, taking a swig from the bottle before continuing to poke fun at Malcolm. โ€œSeriously, what the matter? Havenโ€™t gotten your dick wet in a while? You can join the same club as Derek here since heโ€™s dating the Virgin Mary.โ€ Malcolm held up a hand towards Derek before he could even make a facial expression. โ€œI donโ€™t care if it true. Just let me believe Rhaps and you havenโ€™t done anything. I donโ€™t need that image in my head.โ€ Malcolm knew that Rhapsody and Derek were anything but virginal.

The two of them were too crazy about each other to be โ€˜waiting until marriageโ€™ like Rhapsody would tell their parents and grandparents. Even if the former didnโ€™t believe that for a second and neither did Malcolm or Assata. He would see the way his best friend and little sister would look at each other before disappearing for long periods of time or the scratches and โ€˜bruises for practicesโ€™ that would be on Derekโ€™s back and neck when the team would be in the locker room. He wasnโ€™t an idiot, he chose to remain clueless about it because in this situation ignorance was bliss for him. โ€œThen what is it?โ€ Malcolm just sipped his beer, shaking his head as if he had no idea what the two were talking about. Like they didnโ€™t see the expression on his face before walking up to the pair.

โ€œNothinโ€™, just some dumb shit.โ€ Poppy raised her brows. โ€œAw, going through a rough patch with the boyfriend?โ€ He expression didnโ€™t even change as he tipped her bottle up as Popโ€™s took a sip, making her choke and cough. The smaller girl pushed him after wiping off her chin before getting any on her outfit. Her clothes were too expensive to smell like beer. โ€œIt was a joke! Jeez.โ€ She rolled her eyes. โ€œProblems with the girlfriend?โ€ Malc shook his head.

โ€œNot possible, donโ€™t have one. No need to be tied down.โ€ Poppy scoffed. โ€œFine, fuck buddy, baby mama, whatever,โ€ Malcolm chuckled. He knew why Rhapsody didnโ€™t like the Royal girl but, he had nothing against her. The girl was funny and blunt, at least with people she wanted to be. He knew her reputation for being able to change at the drop of a hat, hell heโ€™s seen it happen towards people.

โ€œCโ€™mon, Malc. Youโ€™re too cute not to have one. Who is she? Do I know her? Does he know her?โ€ She pointed one of her fingers up towards Derek. She gasped with an idea. โ€œDoes that Rhaps know?โ€ Malcolm scoffed. โ€œShe doesnโ€™t even know and since when do you call her โ€˜Rhapsโ€™? You guys hate each other. Why would she tell you if she did know?โ€

โ€œPlease, she doesnโ€™t hate anyone and I like her.โ€ That was it. Malcolm started to chuckle looking towards Derek, trying to stop his laughter as Poppy tried to act shocked at him. โ€œHear that?โ€ Poppy smirked and pushed the two. โ€œFine, believe what you want. But, let me give you this piece of advice since you want to be a bitch and not tell me: โ€˜Best way to get under someoneโ€™s skin is to get in someone elseโ€™s.โ€ Malcolm rolled his eyes. โ€œThat is terrible advice.โ€ Poppy shot her eyebrows up with a shrug before taking the last sip of her beer. โ€œIt works for me. But, hey take the love guruโ€™s advice over mine since his must be is sooo much better than mine. Seeing what I care.โ€ She looked up towards Derek with a smirk.

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Derek breathed out a laugh at Poppy's retort, chuckling to himself now that he was a bit more relaxed with Malcolm's presence. He wasn't about to argue with Poppy's flirtations; the last thing, he decided, that he needed was her getting into one of her moods. She could be worse than Aaliyah with that. If someone stood up to Poppy, it was like the end of the world or something; she wasn't a fan of it. Leah wasn't either, but her discontent was less obvious, a touch scarier. Poppy's was just more annoying and Derek had been having a good time. Keeping the peace seemed a lot better of a plan than disturbing it, especially when Malcolm put a hand up to stop Derek from the immediate defense he had for Rhapsody. Malcolm's words, though, did make him grin sheepishly. "Sure thing, man," he replied agreeably, opening his own beer and taking a drink. He had to pull away to not spill any on himself when Malc tipped Poppy's bottle.

Derek and Poppy weren't exactly friends, which was the only reason why Derek decided to be a bit quiet about the subject of Malcolm's involvement with someone. Rhapsody had brought up several times that her brother was seeing someone and Derek had a suspicion over it as well, but he wasn't exactly about to call Malcolm on it with Poppy present. She was good company when she wanted to be and not that bad, but still. He also wasn't going to call Malcolm on the fact that he had said that even Rhapsody didn't know as opposed to stating that there was no one for Rhapsody to know about. Which meant that there was someone; he just couldn't say whom. All he could say was that there was a situation that was providing some kind of stress to his friend, even if he wanted to deny it to their faces. Derek figured, while laughing a little at Poppy's declaration that she even remotely liked Rhapsody with Malcolm, that he could ask when they were much more alone and could hang out without there being too stifling of curiosity from unwanted visitors. Derek put his hands up defensively at the look Poppy gave, retorting, "Hey, it's not my fault I'm the only one in a relationship here. You literally have the pick of the lot at your disposal, Miss Rothschild." He sipped from his beer again before speaking again. "But I'm not in the love guru business tonight, too much beer and not as many fucks to give right now. We were, uh, playing video games in the other room. You coming, man?"

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Rhapsody loved when her friends or others in her group called her 'guardian angel' because as much as she denied it, that was exactly what she was. She was the angel on one's shoulder, saying that probably wasn't a good idea. And getting Cat drunk definitely didn't seem like the brightest of ideas. As much as she loved Cat, she was like a little kid; innocent, sweet, and Rhapsody didn't believe that Cat would drink anything alcoholic unless it was completely watered down with soda or something. Hell, even Rhapsody herself had a low tolerance for liquor, just imagine how the small redhead would be. The young artist took a deep breath as she shook her head. "I do not know. It does not seem like a good idea, love." But before she could deter Cydnee anymore, Cat bounced towards the pair with her usual bubbly energy. Rhapsody just smiled and chuckled. With Cydnee rolling her eyes, Rhaps just kept staring Cyndee to try and tell her no with her bright eyes. But, that didn't help anything as the pair walked away with Rhapsody shaking her head and mouthing the word 'no'. This was not going to end well. She sharply groaned with a rolling of her eyes.

Looking around, she tried to find her brother, or Derek, or someone to spend her time with. She hadn't seen Malcolm all night, half of her felt like he left around with his 'girlfriend' even if he denied ever having one, to Rhapsody she just liked poking fun at the idea, not having an idea that Malcolm was right outside helping with Aaliyah. And with Derek, she had no idea where he was. Knowing him he was having a beer with Malcolm and their friends playing video games. He hadn't texted her so she assumed he didn't know about what happened with Luke just yet. Looking through the crowd, Rhapsody locked eyes with Poppy who threw a fake smile towards the artist with a small wave as she made her way towards the smaller girl. "Rhapsody, hey! I gotta admit you look really... cute tonight," Rhapsody knew there was something else was coming. Poppy never just gave her a compliment. It was always a backhanded compliment at most. The two made it apparent that they were not the best of friends but Poppy did love to try and get under Rhapsody's skin whenever she was around her. "Also! Malc and Derek are just the best company. They're just so... amusing especially D." D?! Really? Poppy was calling Derek, D now? Rhapsody grinned towards the redhead despite wanting to roll her eyes towards Poppy and question why she was even talking to her brother and more importantly, her boyfriend. She knew she couldn't control who the boys spent time with, she knew she couldn't demand that they never speak to the royal, but she could definitely ask Derek what they were talking about without coming off as that possessive girlfriend she could... sometimes come off as. Rhapsody shrugged.

"I know, he is pretty great. But, I would know that seeing that I get to wake up to it every day." Poppy scoffed, looking the small girl up and down. Still not getting what was so great about the artist. "Lucky you." Rhapsody nodded her head as Poppy started to walk towards the backyard. "Yea, I guess you could say I'm pretty lucky." Poppy shared one last fake chuckle with Rhapsody before turning around, rolling her eyes. Rhapsody groaned, taking out her phone to text Derek when she heard a familiar voice coming closer to her. She looked up from her bright iPhone. When she took in the compliment and saw Jasmine's face, she grew a bashful smile on her heart-shaped face with heat coming to her face. She didn't do well getting genuine compliments from others. "Thanks, Jas but I really don't. You look pretty though!" She looked around for a second with her brows furrowed. "What have you been up to? Have you made Sam have some fun?"




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When she barely opened her eyes. Malcolm took a deep breath, knowing that something was definitely wrong with his girl. This notion was only cemented when she couldn't even say his name completely without struggling. One of his hands rubbed her head to see if she had a fever, maybe she was sick but she physically seemed fine. She wasn't burning up or anything. He couldn't even make out what she had said after attempting to say his name. Malcolm knew this was not just from drinking, hell when they were together she was barely tipsy, if not sober. She had a higher tolerance for alcohol than this, he's seen it. So, he knew something was truly wrong with her. He wanted to someone who could probably help more than he could. But, he wasn't about to leave her alone where anyone could do God knows what. Whether Leah liked it or not, the jock was very protective of her. He knew she could take care of herself, which was a major turn on for him but she couldn't take care of herself right now. He took out his phone about to message Rhapsody, or Derek, hell anyone could help more than he could. But before he could even type a word. He could hear someone yell at him, asking or more like demanding to know what he was doing. "Great." This was the last thing he needed; some drunk asshole trying to be the hero when they probably couldn't even take care of themselves. When Danielle came into view, he only remembered her because Rhapsody was helping her in one of their classes or something. When she demanded that he move away from her, he got off of his knees and backed away from the queen bee.

He didn't need to make a scene. Then it hit him exactly what Danielle thought Malcolm was trying to do with the unconscious girl.
He shook his head. "It's seriously not what you think." But she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying as she checking on Leah and as much he was just wanted to get Aaliyah out of this party and to the emergency room. He had to respect the fact that someone who wasn't even Leah's friend was wanting to help her. He just wished he wasn't on the other side of the girl's scorn. When she asked how much Leah had to drink, he shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. I saw her an hour ago and she was completely fine next thing I know she's texting me saying that something was wrong, she couldn't stay warm, and she needed help." Now he was started to get stressed out. "I have no idea what to do except take her to the ER but, if you can help her please do."