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Giovanni De Luca

"It's lit."

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a character in “Brentwood School”, as played by chanelindistress

Description

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â™Ē"I'm not a heartbreaker. I just get bored easily." â™Ē
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Full Name
Giovanni Nicola De Luca

Nicknames
Gio || Van
Vanni || Nikki
Lux || Lyfe

Date of Birth
April 1, 1998

Age
18

Star Sign
Aries

Religion
Roman Catholic
Nationality
American

Ethnicity
25% German || 25% Albanian
25% Italian || 25% Greek

Sexuality
Bisexual

Relationship History
1 Girlfriend
1 Boyfriend

Sexually Active?
Very Much So

Relationship Status
Single
"My mom loved the name Giovanni and since I was the last kid she gave birth to, she just went with a what-the-hell attitude. Dad was salty, which is why my middle name is his name. Only my family gets away with calling me by my middle name or even Nikki. Anyone else might wake up the next day with a black eye and no memory of when I even swung. Most don't even try, though, cuz they settle with calling me Gio and a host of other nicknames. Only those who know me for my music and what I do on a switchboard call me Lux. De Luca is one of the most common Italian American last names we could have and while a few classmates might have stories about their origins and all that, all I can say is that that is my last name and I'm perfectly fine with that. To be honest, the fact that it has a "De" makes me feel just a touch special and shit, but we all know that really isn't the case.

I don't know what's better - being the first of the star signs, the Ram, or being the greatest April Fool's prank my mom ever got. I wasn't due for a good five days, but when I said I was ready, I was fucking ready. Mamma wasn't and to this day, she's still salty over being in the hospital and giving birth when she thought she had at least one more day after she had been admitted. In regards to more delicate matters, I've had only one girlfriend in my life and before anyone says it, no, there was no trauma. I didn't never get over her and she wasn't the one that got away. It's just that once we were done, I knew that I was ready to be free and do as I pleased with whomever I pleased. While some guys' masculinity is so damn fragile that even stepping over the straight and narrow line leaves them puffing their chest and shit, I've become the next leap frog, hopped my ass on over that line, and I must say - the grass is pretty damn green on both sides. I like sex, anyway that I can get it. It's a part of my lifestyle. Party. Drink. Fuck. And bullshit. All in that order. And if that happened to have landed me as an Animal at Buckley, then so be it. No other place I'd rather be. We stay turnt and that's all I really want at this point. That and money. Can never have enough money."



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Height
5'10

Weight
Approx. 175 lbs

Body Type
Mesomorph

Distinguishing Marks
Tribal Aries Left Arm Tattoo || Carpe Diem Back Tattoo
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Face Shape
Inverted Triangle

Skin Tone
Olive || Deeply Tanned

Eye Color
Honey Brown

Hair
Dark brown || Naturally Wavy || Kept Short With It Longer At the Top
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Fashion Sense
Gio is the stereotypical boy. He likes a simple and relaxed style, which is why the majority of the brands in his closet consist of Volcom, True Religion, Polo, American Eagle, Young & Reckless and Obey. There are some things he isn't pressed about and fashion brands are only one of many. As long as Gio has clean threads on his skin with the occasional addition of watches or snapbacks, he's good.

Whole Body Maintenance
While Gio could never call himself much of a health buff or even really as much of an athlete as the jocks at Buckley, the one thing he does to stay fit is swim. If he isn't hosting or at a party somewhere, he's more than likely at the beach surfing, swimming, or doing absolutely any and everything that he can in the water. That is how he stays active - that and the occasional game of street basketball he plays with his friends. He definitely doesn't have a great diet, but his grandfather make sure that he eats his vegetables and it isn't like Gio is high all of the time. He cares about his body, knows that it is by his looks that he gets away with half of the things that he does, and he also doesn't want to wind up losing his attractiveness with age. Being the most buff dude on the block also isn't his prerogative, either.
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Good Personality Traits
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Self-Assured

Cunning

Determined

Observant

Energetic

Strong-Willed

Spontaneous

Charismatic

Debonair

Seductive

Independent

Adventurous

Entertaining

Amicable

Resourceful

Resilient

Humorous

Easy-Going
Bad Personality Traits
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Headstrong

Impatient

Disobedient

Unemotional

Egotistical

Immature

Intolerable

Blunt

Easily Bored

Reckless

Flirtatious

Impulsive

Sarcastic

Spoiled

Careless

Manipulative

Shameless

Selfish

The one thing that needs to be acknowledged and accepted first, above all things, is that Gio isn't everybody's favorite cup of tea once off of a stage or away from a turn table. While some might find that others find them hard to deal with and want to change some aspect of themselves in order to please those other individuals, Giovanni has discovered this fact, laughs very boisterously in your face about it, and then revels in it. He warns in advance and makes no excuses about it - he can be a lot to handle. While he is not one of those people who believes that life is a complete joke, he also isn't one to find every little thing as serious. He's carefree in that sense. His life is his life and while he won't say that he's grown up with the most golden of spoons in his mouth, he has acknowledged that he grew up with the privilege to not actually give a flying fuck about other people and their expectations. People are going to spend your entire life nitpicking the different parts of you that they either like or don't like, he has already surmised. And the one thing he is not going to do is waste his time trying to conform, fix himself or even try to please anyone. So, if it happens that his rapid-fire, quick-witted and sarcastic self has rubbed you the wrong way, unless Gio genuinely feels as though he might have insulted you or truly hurt your feelings, expect not a single fuck to be given. He's shameless, after all.

While being such a free-thinking and vivacious individual is always a good thing, the reason that not many can truly say they completely hate him but also that they don't completely love him is that Gio never knows when to stop. Or, it would appear that way. Another thing that needs to be taken into account is that while he does have a tendency to lean towards being reckless and daring in that every day is an adventure he should not hesitate to take, Giovanni has a devil-may-care attitude combined with the fact that he is far more calculated than people give him credit for. Classmates and certain staff members tend to forget that this is the smart young man - both book-wise and street-wise - who could have been classified as a nerd, and cursed any forced classifications to hell if he didn't get to pick for himself. He's not stupid. While Gio likes to say that he just does shit on the drop of a dime and doesn't give a care in the world, what it is is that he doesn't always act without thinking. He just likes seeming that way and he's human; of course he has his impulsive moments. It wouldn't be truly Gio without them and trust - he can be incredibly impulsive. They just don't dominate his every-day. Again, he knows people are going to always have something to say, so why not be the one who controls whatever the say, to some extent? So, if he happens to get detention today because his perceptive self read the living daylights out of his professor and in his typically blunt manner called him or her out on it in the middle of class, at least he can say that people saying whatever they plan to say about him is of his own volition, and not their own. In a twisted way, he controls people's perceptions of him and he likes that kind of power. It's fun, heady and he's always looking to push the realms of what is acceptable. Like going to class high and seeing what's going to happen. Not that that's particularly a good thing since well, he has a habit of annoying people. Then again, from Gio's perspective, antagonizing a professor and getting sent to the hallway for it is a lot better than getting caught in the middle of sex, which is one of his favorite pastimes. Plus, in that transcribed scenario, he's only stopping for one of them.

Others might speculate that Giovanni has had a bad home life or blame his tendency to stay away from commitment due to a previous heartbreak. The truth of the matter is that he has always been detached and just a touch enigmatic. Teenagers go through a phase where their parents and the adults around them find them hard to read for awhile, partly due to their emotions just being haywire as they try to discover themselves. This is not a phase - this is a way of life for Gio. He loves his parents deeply, even if it seems that he is accepting their affection without being as open in his emotions as they are. It's just how he is, simple as that. He's just not one of those freely emotion-giving people. He's not afraid or anything of that nature of relationships. He just has a deeper love for sex without strings and relations without commitments. There's no sugarcoating around it and nothing to read into. That's just the way that he is and considering most people hop into his bed knowing exactly what they're getting into, he feels no need to apologize later when they had some underlying expectations. That sounds like a very personal fucking problem that could be solved by the other person while Gio finds the next person to smash. At the end of the day, despite his seeming abhorrence towards commitment and depending on everyone else due to his independent streak, Gio knows a thing or two about loyalty and no one would ever have to worry about him being theirs - whether as a friend or lover. One, they would have to actually convince him or be some kind of a person to make him theirs. Two, they just need to accept that he likes his freedom as well, and his occasional signs of being flirtatious. After all, he's a complete package. You just can't accept one part of him and not like the other. And people can try, but they always leave dissatisfied. And the only one they have to blame for that is themselves.




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Likes
❤ Most drinks with rum inside them ❤ Producing his own music ❤ Pranks ❤ Motorcycles ❤ In-Out Burger ❤ Los Angeles ❤ Marijuana ❤ Parties ❤ Mozzarella Sticks ❤ Brownies ❤ Creative Sex ❤ Coachella ❤ Deadpool ❤ Ridiculousness, Wild 'N' Out, TruTV's Top Funniest, & Guy Code ❤ Singing ❤ Partying ❤ Getting high ❤ Feeling the thrum of the music through his veins ❤ Intense Makeout Sessions ❤ Party Favors ❤ Getting into a little trouble ❤ When people are easy to rile up ❤ Having friends older than himself ❤ Threesomes ❤ The Beach ❤ Sleeping Naked ❤ Nectarines ❤ Video Games ❤ Flirting ❤ Mac n cheese ❤ DJing ❤ Playing the guitar ❤ Fireball Whiskey ❤ Roller-coasters ❤ Starbucks Coffee ❤ Sour Punch Kids ❤ Surfing ❤ Having The Munchies ❤ His Freedom ❤ Pizza Hut ❤ Social Media ❤ Lazy Days ❤ Sleeping In Late ❤ His Dogs ❤ Tattoos ❤ Comedy ❤ Snickers Ice Cream

Dislikes
✘ Clowns ✘ Being told what to do ✘ People Who Try Too Hard ✘ Warm Beer ✘ Having to deal with hangovers ✘ Sheet music ✘ Mandatory school subjects ✘ Cigarettes ✘ Taco Bell ✘ When adults break up other people's fights ✘ Whiny Bitches (Guys are included in this) ✘ Hot Tea ✘ When people are too sensitive ✘ Justin Bieber ✘ Not getting any likes on his social media posts ✘ Conformity ✘ When people thinks he cares about their opinions ✘ Lame Ass Music ✘ Guilt Trips ✘ Boring People ✘ Clingy Lovers ✘ STDs ✘ Dark Chocolate ✘ Chick Flicks ✘ Lectures ✘ Rejection ✘ The fact that his parents are rarely home ✘ Raisins ✘ Sex That Isn't Impressive ✘ Cauliflower ✘ Expectations ✘ School (In General)



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Hometown
Manhattan Beach, CA

Upbringing
Mostly Structured
Content & Comfortable
Never Wanted For Anything

Idol or Hero
Goku

Pets
Tony || Male || Great Dane & Dalmation Mix
Bella || Female || Labrador Retriever

Dreams
Become A Super Saiyan
Become A Musician
His Big Sister to Have Not Committed Suicide

Education
The Buckley School

Socioeconomic Status
Lower Upper Class
Father's Yearly Income: $710,055
Mother's Yearly Income: $400,000
Current Household
1 Grandparent
2 Parents
1 Teenager
2 Pets

Pets
Tony || Male || Great Dane & Dalmation Mix
Bella || Female || Labrador Retriever

Secrets
Had A Pregnancy Scare With a Classmate
Has Been Involved In A Threesome
Was Involved in a Hit-And-Run
Blames Himself for His Sister's Death

Summer Spent
Participated In An Orgy
DJing At A Host of Events
1 Week in Dubai

Main Residence
1200 10th Street, Manhattan Beach, CA

Modes of Transportation
2014 Jeep Wrangler JK Sundancer Concept
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History
Despite a lot of people (save for those Lifer students Gio has been close to or has known since they all came to Buckley as little tikes) thinking that Gio's childhood had to obviously consist of something to make him the way that he is now, that is actually not the case. The most traumatic part of his childhood was his sister dying and even then, it hurt. It's still a wound that has not officially healed yet considering Antonia's name was the first word he ever uttered, but it wasn't traumatizing as it was life-affirming. As it was revitalizing. There's a host of words to be used for that instance, but the truth of the matter is that his childhood barely serves as an excuse for why he had become an Animal or anything else that others would deems as faults within his character. He was born when his mother was still trying to get her Ph.D and his father had already had his own, so he had come into a life of relative wealth already. He was born into a content family. Two girls already dominated the household and with baby Gio as the final installment into a rather close-knit family, he had provided the balance his older brother, Christian, swore they lacked. Giovanni doesn't really remember too much of his much, much younger years other than what he would call "bomb ass" piggy-back rides with his father when he was home and excuses to bake with his mother, but there's no denying from the photos how much his older siblings, particularly Sienna and Chris, antagonized him. They did what normal older brothers and sisters did; teasing him for staying under their mother, stealing snacks, playing pranks, etc. It wasn't out of disdain or anything as there was no denying the love in photos where Chris has a protective arm around Giovanni or Sienna is smothering a Gio that's trying to run away. But there was no denying that the one he had grown exceptionally close with was Antonia. Which was why her loss really did something for the remainder of that year after his twelfth birthday.

During his earlier years of Buckley, being this hyperactive kid who couldn't focus for too long and would always be reprimanded left him unable to shake the clique of the Troublemakers and luckily, at the time, he had preferred that to being a Misfit. But his excessive energy and inability to calm down prompted Christian to introduce Gio to weed, which helped, to an extent. But pissed off both of their parents, who would later deduce that Giovanni was probably suffering from ADHD and needed medication. But none of that - to this day - meant that anyone should have disregarded Antonia's lingering depression or taken her word for face value. She had had a perpetual sense of solemnity since her fiancee's death that not even the birth of her son had been able to alleviate, which was why Gio had spent so much time with her during the pregnancy. And while he had known that something was off, her death still struck him. Not just because he felt a guilt that everyone was focusing on his antics and his health, and not her own, but because mortality had struck him. At the time, he had never considered the possibility of a life of music as a career, had even considered being like his parents in getting a career in the medical field. But Antonia's death, with the lingering reminder of her supporting his extensive love for music and being able to enjoy himself while entertaining others, had prompted a different Gio to emerge in the face of his high school years. Not different in the sense that friends didn't recognize him, but in the sense that there was a surety about his decision. He wouldn't be just some trouble making kid who put on a show, but someone who enjoyed his life in the way that Antonia could not. And it landed him th role of Animal when he got to high school and Gio has yet to regret that.




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Grade
Senior

Academic Career
Gio is a smart kid, no one can deny that. If he wanted to apply himself better, he'd probably be considered a Nerd due to how well he performs in computer science and mathematics. And yet, Gio simply makes grades that he knows his parents won't complain about such as straight Bs with the inclusion of a few Cs when he's really just not caring or is genuinely struggling because while smart Giovanni may be, he also is not a genius. He could be better; he knows it, his parents know it, and his teachers know it. It just so happens that everyone knows that if he cares about something, he'll put in a greater effort. If he doesn't, at least he can say he won't fail.

Clique?
"I might be what you'd consider a party animal, but I am an artist at heart. Performing artist, to be exact. I have a YouTube channel with a pretty good following, I know a few people in the Los Angeles area, and I have goals."
Artists

Sports? Clubs?
"Never been interested."
None



So begins...

Giovanni De Luca's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill
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Although school had officially begun two days before, on Wednesday, September 7th, even today on Friday, the 9th, things still felt new. Students were only just beginning to pick up their new routines for the year, and adjust to having to wake up early every morning, rather than being permitted to sleep until noon like they could do on those summer days that they would reminisce about for the next eight or nine months. Although Elijah had been through this ritual for many years now, given that he had gone to Brentwood since kindergarten, and had started a new year on this specific Brentwood campus since sixth grade, he was no different from the majority students regarding that. It still felt wrong for him to be waking up at seven in the morning, rather than one in the afternoon, and to be pulling into the school's student parking lot, rather than the parking lot for the beach. For many obvious reasons, starting school again sucked, but it wasn't all bad in Eli's eyes. He had a lot of friends, and socializing was always an enjoyable thing for him. Plus, he was one of those students who never struggled in school, so he wasn't all that worried about the advanced courses he was taking this semester. He was only just beginning his third day of senior year, and he was already convinced that it was going to be a year that he could just cruise through, like he had done for the past three years of high school.

With Alessia in the passenger seat, Eli pulled into the student parking lot around 8:15 and hopped out of his BMW X5 M. "Listen, Ali. You heard Mom. Don't be getting your ass into any trouble today, all right? It's Friday and I know you and your little sophomore friends think you're gonna be able to party and shit this year, but that's not how it works. Only one of us can get away with that, and we both know that person is going to be me." He was half kidding, and purposely being obnoxious to get under her skin, really, though. Being obnoxious was one of Elijah's most well known talents, and if anyone had been subjected to it to know it proficiently, it was the girl who had lived in the same house as him for her entire life. As they approached the school's quad, that was already highly populated with students, Eli continued. "And you know what, if you keep yourself out of trouble, maybe, just maybe, I'll snag an invite for you and your weird little friends for Tim's party tomorrow," he offered, still purposely being annoying, as if he was doing her a huge favor. Though he knew that Alessia could just show up and get in, if she really wanted to, given that Timothy would never be an ass and reject her, he was sure that Ali was wanting, if not planning, on going. Timothy had a history of using his house as the unofficial "first party of the year" site, and this year, he was planning a "stoplight party". It was a party that was meant to physically demonstrate your relationship status, hence "breaking the ice" without actually having to do anything. If you wore green, it meant that you were available. Yellow symbolized something in between taken and available, as if it were a label for "it's complicated" (though Eli always took yellow as being equivalent to green), and red meant that you were unavailable. Although he knew that no matter what the theme was, things were always fun when Timothy was hosting, he was especially excited for this year's party, and as he and his sister entered the quad, he texted his fellow blonde friend saying, "On campus yet? Everything set for tm?"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Ripley McClain Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca
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"Angel! Rhapsody, darling! Il est temps pour vous de se rendre à l'Êcole!" (It's time for you to go to school!)Rhapsody's mother was yelling from down the stairs of her art studio and bedroom, trying to get her daughter attention over the music blasting from the other side of the door but, the young artist was to focused to hear anything outside of her own personal bubble. She was too focused on the humongous marble sculpture in front of her and the jazz music playing around her to hear her mother or to see her phone going off. She had been working on her piece for months and now she was just finishing up cleaning off the excess dust from the marble. It wasn't until she heard a loud knock on the door that she snapped out of it to answer. "Huh? What?" Her eyes were still locked on her art, her baby, as the voice spoke again. "Excuse me? Ne pas ce que moi, Rhapsody Iman Vincent. Je suis ta mère et je peux vous enfermer là-dedans." (Do not what me, Rhapsody Iman Vincent. I am your mother and I can lock you in there.) Her mother yelled from the other side of the door so she could be heard over the music. "Shit." The young girl said under her breath as she tossed her brush down to the wooden floor and walked quickly down the metal stairs on the ladder to let her mom in. She jumped off the last step and rushed to the door to unlock it. She opened the door to see her mother with a smug smile on her face. "DÊsolÊ maman. Je viens, tu sais dans la zone." (Sorry mom. I just, you know in the zone.) Her mother nodded as she picked some marble pieces out of her daughter curly locks. "Je connais. Je connais. Vous avez ÊtÊ dans la zone depuis quatre heures du matin. Vous avez dit que vous alliez arrÃĒter de faire ça.." (I know. I know. You have been in the zone since four in the morning. You said you were going to stop doing that.)

"Je sais que je dis que j'arrÃĒter, mais je viens de recevoir une idÊe et je vais le perdre. Et--.." (I know I said I would stop, but I just got an idea and I was going to lose it. And--..) Her mother just put a hand up to stop her daughter from rambling. "Vous ÃĒtes la fille de ton père. Maintenant, prÊparez-vous." (You are the daughter of your father. Now, get ready.) Rhaps furrowed her brows before looking at the time on her clock in the corner. She has an hour and half not only to get ready but to also get to Brentwood that was thirty minutes away. "Crap!" She scurried into her studio to move her metal stairs into the corner of the large room before turning off her blasting jazz music. She tossed off her goggles and reached for her thick rimmed glasses and slide them on. She didn't worry about closing her skylight seeing that she would need the lighting when she got back home. As she rushed to move past her mother and scurry down the wooden stairs into her room which was connected to her studio, she almost tripped down the last step. She was always clumsy and she as much as she tried to become more elegant it was no use. She could her mother chuckle as she walked down the stairs and left her daughter's room without another word. Thank god she already had her outfit picked out so it allowed her to rush and take a shower and pray that all of the dust and chunks of marble would get out of her hair. But, of course that didn't happen seeing that her hair was so curly that it held on to things like Rhapsody held on to art brushes.

After around thirty minutes, Rhaps was out of the shower and was back in her room responding to Natalia who had one of her scarves. Not that she cared seeing that she had dozens of them to chose from. She text her best friend back before tossing her phone on her bed where her outfit was before she up on the black shorts that hugged her curves along with black tights to cover her legs and am acid wash jean jacket to top off the look.

To: Nat
Fine, but you owe me. <3

"ChÊri, tu devrais y aller!" (Darling, you should get going!) Rhaps' father said from down the stairs. Rhapsody groaned as she looked over towards the door from where she was sitting at her vanity to fix her hair. "Ne me prÊcipitez pas. Je pars." (Do not rush me. I'm leaving.) She turned back towards her reflection to wrap her headband tightly around her hair. When it was perfectly she rushed for her bag filled with her books and supplies that she saw as necessities. As she rushed down the stairs of the Vincent house and out the door before her mom and dad could stop her to try and get her to sit down to have breakfast. "Au revoir maman. Bye papa. Je t'aime!" (Bye mom. Bye papa. Love you!) She tossed her bag into her passenger seat before she slid into the driver's seat but, before she could start the car her dad was at her window with a Lilly Pulitzer lunch bag. Which she would have laughed at seeing that her father was a 6'7 muscular man holding a small pink flowery bag is she wasn't annoyed. Rhaps sighed deeply before lowering the window but before she could say anything her father's deep booming voice interrupted her. "Votre mère veut juste que vous mangez quelque chose." (Your mother just wants you to eat something.) She sighed again. "Je n'ai pas faim." (I am not hungry.)

"Ensuite, donner à Natalia ou petit ami de la vôtre, Giovanni ou est-ce Samuel" (Then give it to Natalia or that boyfriend of yours, Giovanni or is it Samuel.) Rhapsody nearly chocked on air. "What?! Neither! They're friends, papa that is it. That is all they are." Her father held his hands up defense. "Okay, okay. Amis, ils ne sont que des amis." (Friends, they are only friends.) Rhapsody nodded as she put the bag of food in her backpack. "Thank you." She rubbed her face before her father gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Have a great day. And say hello to your boyfriends, they are very nice." Francois said to his daughter as he walked back into the house only to hear her groan before starting her music. Before driving to school she sent a few text in order to find out where her friends were meeting at Brentwood before class. She tossed her phone back down as she started her 30 minute drive.

To: Riptide, Sammy, Rhys, Gio
Where are we meeting, I have food.

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Today's physical education class had taken place on the athletics field, rather than inside of the school's gymnasium, because this week's gym topic was kickball. Being pretty competitive meant that Elijah was really up for any sport that they played in class, but he did enjoy this one more than some of the others. The class was divided into two teams of thirteen each, with Team A including Eli, Ari, Rhapsody, Kya, Rhys, Samuel, Sebastian, Katherine, Laylah, two other sophomores, another junior, and another senior, and Team B including Timothy, Natalia, Tristan, Zara, Alessia, Gabrielle, Giovanni, Lennox, Kayleen, three other seniors, and a junior. Because it would take five minutes for the students to jog back to the main campus from the fields, and they needed time to change out of their gym clothes in the locker rooms, their gym teacher, Mr. Lessig, yelled out onto the field that the next student up would be the last kicker for the day. With a tied score, Elijah grew tense with that call, considering that his team was currently playing the field, and that meant that their fate was in the hands of either how poorly the kicker on the other team was, or how well they could play the field.

When he saw that Tristan Castiel-Castellan was the next kicker in line, Eli's fears seemed to disappear as his signature smirk appeared on his face. "Bring it in, boys!" he said, acting as the self-appointed team captain that no one else had really agreed on, as he looked back towards the two sophomore boys, and a junior boy, who were playing the outfield. He knew that it wasn't nice, but in his mind, all he could say was "come on, there's no way in hell that this kid can kick". If he could, it would be one of those underdog moments from out of a movie, but Eli wasn't even considering that that was a possibility. Tristan was a meek, harmless boy who seemed like he would be the type to run away from the ball, if anything, so Eli was already content with thinking up teasing remarks that he could send in Timothy and Knox's direction once they hit the locker rooms.

The bases weren't fully loaded, but the opposing team had runners on first base and second base, so Elijah knew that unless Tristan's kick was caught in the air, all he needed to do was to make a kick that gave the runner on second enough time to make it home. Again, Eli was certain that that wasn't a possibility and that his team had this win in the bag, but he was comforted, at least, knowing that while he pitched the ball out, he had some of his more trusted teammates manning the bases. Just in case, he thought, as he took a breath and then with great speed, rolled the ball in Tristan's direction.

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As soon as Mr. Lessig had said that they were going to play kickball for class, Nat had rolled her eyes and honestly been ready to walk out the door had Giovanni not excitedly wrapped an arm around her. The fact that he had managed to skip first period but wind up to school was a miracle in and of itself, but there was no mistaking the scowl on her face despite his exuberance towards the two of them being on the same team. Yet and still, despite her abhorrence for the game (she honestly would have rather had weight management or something of that nature), it wouldn't have been a real game if Nat wasn't feeling competitive and strategic. She didn't exactly call herself captain or anything like that, but there was no mistaking the fact that she was one of the tacticians for Team B. Which was why she bit back the triumphant grin that formed when she had run from second base to home, earning a tied score between both teams. On an exhale, Nat skidded to a brisk walk when she heard the teacher exclaim that this last kick would be the last one. It was good for her because she was starving and considering the fact that Gio was sprawled out on the grass along the sidelines looking like a bored five year old, she figured was just that time to have lunch anyway.

However, Nat's eyes narrowed on Tristan being forced to leave the sidelines to take up the kicker position and sighing because she genuinely wanted the water bottle she was forcing Gio to stand (well, lay) beside, she jogged lightly to be able to catch Tristan just before he could get into position, gaining a loose grip on his forearm. "Ey, podyshat' v techeniye minuty, nemnogo lyubvi,"{Hey, take a breath for a minute, little love.} she advised quietly, rolling her eyes when Mr. Lessig ordered, "Hurry it up, Santos!". Turning back to Tristan, Nat's eyes softened as she continued, "Ne stavit' vysokiye tseli. Tsel' na nizkom urovne. Kik, gde ona po-prezhnemu igrat', kak i gde Ketrin. {Do not aim high. Aim low. Kick where it's still playable, like where Katherine is.} Even if she wasn't particularly pressed to win, Nat still wasn't pressed to just give Eli an easy win, particularly when she knew what Tristan had to deal with without having to be teased over a small game in gym class. At least if he played it low, the other players would have to scramble to get the ball. It was too much of a gamble for him, of all of their players, to kick high unless they were begging for the ball to be caught. Nat gave Tristan's arm a small squeeze and smiled softly before releasing him and heading over to where the rest of her team was, hearing the tail end of Alessia making a complaint. Nat raised an eyebrow at the blonde, daring her to continue her probably scathing remark about the boy, but the girl only bristled, huffed dramatically, and then folded her arms. However, she also chose to remain silent. Giovanni snickered.

Awwwwwwww," he cooed at her, handing her the water bottle that Nat took several strong pulls of water from. "Mama Nat taking care of one of her babies." She turned a scrutinizing stare at the attire he had haphazardly tossed into his bag on a rush out the door and shook her head, smirking as she replied, "Don't project your mommy kink on me, durochka. Not interested." Gio pouted. "You wound me, Natty baby. I thought you loved me." Nat snorted wryly, which only prompted a small whine of "Say you love me!" followed by Mr. Lessig demanding that there be silence on the sidelines. Nat only chuckled, ignoring her friend's continued (but quiet) whine for attention as she proceeded to ignore him of paying attention to seeing how the rest of the game played out.

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Samuel can do nothing but chuckle at Alessia's lame retorts, "How a girl like Laylah can hang out with someone like you will always confuse me." he simply says with a faint sigh, more disappointed by Laylah's choice of friends than anything else. Alessia's sharp comments about Samuel's social standing and wealth may have stung a little if it had been said by someone who actually had substance in his life, but as it was Alessia spouting pure rubbish and just trying to get under his skin, Sam decided to not give her the satisfaction of taking offence to it.

Zara, on the other hand, being the typical hot-headed rebel she is, was riled more than enough for the both of them. "Oh honey," she bites back, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "If you think I'm a whore you clearly don't know what big bro gets up to in his spare time." Zara can't help but smirk as she continues, "Believe me, he's been gagging for this but, y'know, I don't wanna catch anything." She manages to get in that last snappy comment before Alessia flounces off, her air self-entitlement disappearing with her. "Kids these days." Zara says by simple way of explanation, before changing her focus onto Tristan - someone that she had entirely forgotten was even still there - "Aw but Trissy, the funs only just begun." she beams, sending the shy A-lister a wink as she bounces past him and into the school building, hoping to catch up with some of her other friends.

Watching Zara waltz off, flicking a long strand of pitch black hair over her shoulder as she goes, Samuel can't help but somewhat envy that carefree attitude of hers. He wanted nothing more than to not care about what people think, but alas, Samuel was far too insecure for that, especially when it came to the opinion of those he cared deeply for; despite him maybe not being that for her, Laylah was still definitely someone Samuel cared about and therefore her opinion meant a lot to him, so if she felt the same way as Alessia did about him, Samuel would be heartbroken (even more so than he already is). As Tristan also decides to make an exit, Samuel pouts but understands how Zara's energetic personality may have put him off, stays silent. Giving the guys shoulder a squeeze, "I'll see you at break then." Samuel smiles faintly before following after Zara and heading into the school building.


| Fourth Period |



Samuel had never minded sports, despite usually choosing to be a spectator rather than a player (most often at Laylah's games) Samuel did in fact, have a liking for PE. Although his body was suited best for cross country, Samuel was actually rather pleased when Mr. Lessig stated they were going to be playing kickball. Zara, on the other hand, wanted to skip the class all together. Sure she was fit and healthy, but that was down to doing fun exercises like yoga and working out in her gym at home, not playing a ridiculous game of kickball where she would undoubtably get hit by a flying ball - or so she feared. The only thing that made Zara go to the lesson was her competitive side, she hated sports but she loved winning.

"Ah, Miss Sai, so glad you've finally deigned to grace us with your presence." Zara gives Mr. Lessig a small, fake smile as he comments on her surprise appearance as he passes by. It wasn't often that Zara made it to his lesson, not only because PE was certainly not her thing but also because she could not stand the man. He was far too sarcastic for her liking, and while Zara would usually appreciate that in a person, for a teacher she preferred someone more easily riled - that way she stayed entertained.

Pausing for a moment as he walks past, Mr. Lessig scowls at her attire, "You seem to be missing part of your shirt, Zara." he comments, looking at her self-cropped tank top. Zara had taken the regular school tank and cut it so that it just grazed her belly button, deciding upon wearing it with high waisted leggings and a basic pair of Nikes. "Oh, Mr Lessig, the most awful thing happened - I was washing this lovely tank top and it shrunk!" Zara lied, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout as she feigned sadness, "I knew I had your class today so I figured some uniform is better than no uniform, right Sir?"

Samuel does nothing but chuckle as Mr. Lessig walks on with a simple roll of his eyes, of course he didn't believe Zara but the man had better things to do than reprimand a girl he knew adored getting into trouble."I don't know how you always get away with it," he sighs, both impressed and miffed that he could never do something like that. Unlike Zara, Samuel stuck to the school dress code, wearing the kit he was given after they accepted his scholarship; typical school shorts, a white top and basic trainers.

The two are quickly sorted into separate teams, much to their dismay. Samuel is placed onto Eli's team who had decided that he was team leader with no objection from anyone else. Looking around his team for this lesson, Samuel's chest tightens when his eyes land on Laylah. Biting down on his bottom lip, Sam tries to keep his focus on the game happening in front of him but can't help sneaking the occasional glance at Laylah.


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xxxhad a voice, had a voice, but i could not sing.
xxxyou would wind me down.
xxxi struggled on the ground."


Tristan-Castiel slightly stumbled when he was bumped into. The small kid would nod and wave him a goodbye, attempting to make one to Zara as well. He quickly moved towards the Music room, so he could have a quiet place to practice his own music, without being disturbed.

|| Fourth Period ||

Okay, so physical education, was not something Tristan-Castiel was fond of. But still, to keep up his grades, he would be forced to attend. He silently changed into his normal gym outfit, completed by his own Captain America jacket. He silently stood by Sam, and Zara. His sea green/blue eyes would widen when he noticed he was not put on the team of Sam, but with Natalia.....and Alessia. His form would silently move towards the area his team stood. He would hold his jacket closer to him, so he wouldn't be hit by anything. As if it were his own shield.

"Ey, podyshat' v techeniye minuty, nemnogo lyubvi,"
he heard an older female speak. His body slightly tensed up, as he turned to see Natalia. Following her directions, he silently took a breath. ""Ne stavit' vysokiye tseli. Tsel' na nizkom urovne. Kik, gde ona po-prezhnemu igrat', kak i gde Ketrin." the girl spoke again. Tristan-Castiel nodded and would respond. Da! Spasibo Mat' Natal'ya .... YA imeyu v vidu ..... Spasibo Natal'ye! [Yes! Thank you Mother Natalia....I-I-I mean.....Thank you Natalia!] the male would blush a red color as he focused and got into the position. His dark blue eyes would focus on the ball coming from him, aiming as Natalia told him. He bit down on his lip, as he felt the ball come into contact with his foot. He winced, as he saw the ball roll at a rather fast pace, and took off towards the first base position.

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"Kat! Wake up!" Ari yelled to the girl who was farther out in the field. She had tried her best to keep a safe distance between herself and Kat during the class. She wasn't actively avoiding the brunette, because even in her stressed out state over their friendship, she knew that the idea of ignoring Katherine was simply unrealistic. She didn't want to ignore her anyway, because as conflicted as she was about the unwarranted feelings that she had developed for Kat, what she was certain of, was that she loved the friendship she had with Katherine. While the girl's quirks got on her nerves from time to time, there was nothing that she could do that her jovial and exuberant personality couldn't act as a remedy for. So, when they were placed on the same team, Ari was good about chatting with Kat throughout most of the time while their team was on the kicking end, since they were just waiting in line for their turn. However, to maintain that distance she needed, she had elected to man third base while Katherine had taken the less involved route of being one of the people playing the outfield... which in her book, essentially meant standing as far away from the action as possible so that she could spend the period texting without Mr. Lessig noticing. Ari was athletic, and even though volleyball was her preferred sport, it wasn't hard for her to get into the right mindset for other games like kickball. She wasn't incredibly competitive about it, but she could keep up with those who did want to win dramatically, and had done her part by catching a pop up ball earlier in the game and tagging out two runners who had tried to make it to third base.

It was the final kick of the day, and with only runners on first and second base, Ari doubted that the other team would score, especially with Tristan kicking. He would have to kick it far enough to allow the runner on second to get to third and then home base in one kick, and though Ari was far nicer to Tristan than a lot of people, she was also realistic. And realistically speaking, Tristan just didn't seem like an athletic kid. If he could make a kick that would get the second base runner to third, Ari would be impressed at just that. Needless to say, part of her wanted to smile when Tristan managed to kick the ball and send it soaring right between first and second base, just so that it was out of reach for the two infielders who dove for it. The idea of smiling vanished quickly when she remembered that her team's win was on the line, and even more quickly when she realized that the ball was rolling right towards the part of the field that Kat was "supposed" to be guarding. A game that looked like it was a surefire win at that point, quickly grew to appear like it would be a hopeless loss. It was all the more frustrating knowing that there were athletic people on their team, like Laylah and Bas and even Eli, though he didn't need any more credit than he already gave himself, and while Ari was hopeful that another teammate was close enough to step in and save them, she wasn't in a position where she could do much, and only bit her lip in anxiety, ready to catch the ball if it was thrown her way.

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Eli hadn't expected Tristan to be able to kick the ball at all, nonetheless kick it into a perfect spot that gave him, and Gabrielle and Timothy enough time to start running. Eli had automatically spun around to watch the ball head towards Katherine, and had started stepping backwards while doing it, while yelling for her to throw it to home, where he was heading. She was oblivious, and though it took only a few seconds, the amount of time that it took for Bas to step in and grab the ball felt like eons to Elijah. Beads of sweat were running down his forehead, partly due to the heat, but mostly out of stress, as the kickball sailed through the air towards, him but not quick enough. A foot on home base, he caught it just after Timothy had reached him, and Mr. Lessig was quick to shout, "Safe!" to declare a win for the opposing team. "Safe? Are you kidding me? I had at least three solid seconds over him, and you're gonna say that he's safe?!" Elijah was lucky enough that even in the heat of the moment, he was wise enough to refrain from throwing some expletives into his objection, since they were definitely on the tip of his tongue. In reality, Mr. Lessig's call was probably accurate, even though it undeniably was a close call. Timothy's foot had hit home base just a second before Elijah had caught the ball that Sebastian had hurled his way, so at the very least, Eli's claim of him having caught the ball three full seconds before Timothy had even reached the base was dramatic, at best. "Sore loser" was probably the best way to describe Eli at times like this. Given his competitive nature, coupled with his upbringing where he always got his way, losing wasn't something that he knew how to work with, even at seventeen years old. He would never admit that he lost fairly, and somehow, it was always a bad call, or cheating, that had allowed the other team to win, if you asked him.

In this case, he had already proclaimed that Mr. Lessig's call was garbage, but as he turned back to examine his teammates, who were making their way in from the outfield now that the teacher had proclaimed that the game was over, and they could all head back to the locker rooms, Eli also decided that the teams had been separated unfairly. Suddenly, he decided that the other team had ten times as many athletic players as his team did, and he automatically wanted to dispel any talent that his teammates who actually were jocks, had. Even though Laylah had made countless good plays throughout the day, he wanted to blame her for every play that she had missed, even if she hadn't been positioned anywhere near the ball at that point. In his head, had Bas gotten to the ball sooner on this play, or thrown it a little faster, they would have won by a long shot. Lennox was being as useless as ever, and God forbid he even comment on the other players, like Katherine, who he could blame for costing them an entire's game worth of effort. It was amusing, really, how worked up he could get over losing a stupid little game, that literally counted for nothing, but it just went back to how badly he hated losing. Rather than being a good sport and congratulating Tim and that team on their win, or even just being a semi-normal person and actually annoyed, but not actually angry, it was very clear with Eli that he was pissed. He headed off of the field without even bothering to wait for any of his friends, but as he passed Tim and the home plate area, he said, "Save the comments for a day when you fairly beat me. If my team wasn't absolute shit, you wouldn't have even made it to first base to begin with. I'll sit out the next game and take an absence for the class before I get stuck on a team with your girlfriend again. I'd take the mute over her, and that's saying something," he said callously, as if thinking Tristan was superior to Kat was a real insult. He continued walking after he spoke, knowing that he was red in th face for more reasons than just being physically overheated.

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If Alessia could be honest, she was just a touch pissed. Okay, so she was all kinds of pissed and it wasn't just because of whose team she was on. As petulantly ridiculous and as spoiled as she can be, even she could see that she had the advantage that the other team did not. There were serious athletes on her team and sure, Giovanni De Luca was not an athlete and Tristan was definitely not one (not to mention Sam was nothing but shit), but she had good people. As much love as she had for Kat, the girl was just a no and so when she watched Katherine totally miss a rolling ball that literally could have been stopped with her hand, Alessia had to count her blessings because she could be dealing with the little bitch fit Eli was probably mentally throwing since Kat had surely confirmed their team as losers. Which sucked for them, but still.

No, what made Alessia mad was one, the fact that they were playing a children's game. Seriously, kick ball? She could literally be having it up running suicides (which wasn't fun, mind you, but it beat this kiddie bullshit, in her mind). More than even that, the fact that she kept getting hushed and treated like a child had her ready to claw a bitch's eyes out. Particularly Natalia's. "I mean, seriously, who the hell died and made her captain?" She muttered childishly to Gigi, who really only shrugged but didn't really respond. Which served to piss Alessia off a bit more because it was like Nat demanded obedience for no apparent reason when last Alessia checked, she was the US citizen here. Her rights were that she had freedom of speech and so if her speech consisted of actually giving advice and critiques (namely pointing out that Tristan was shit even though he surprised everyone by following Nat's plan since he damn sure didn't think of that on his own), then that was her right as an American citizen. But all it took was one look from head cheerleader and even Gigi was acting like her little bitch. And yes, Alessia was pointedly ignoring the fact that she herself had shut up when Nat glanced her way and had done as she asked when prompted for plays. None of that meant she did it happily.

"Awwww come on, Blondie," Gio decided to call over to the blonde because 1.), she wasn't as quiet as she thought she was considering they were literally all together and away from the field, and 2.) she was only a few people away. Gio and Alessia's relationship was rather nonexistent, but his knowledge of the beef between his girl and his friend's little sister wasn't. He turned to catch the blonde's raised eyebrow, taking in the defensive way she folded her arms over her chest. "Either you really just really like the sound of your own voice since that's the only reason you keep talking shit over there like Nat can't hear you or you just really are bitter cuz you've got a crush cuz that's the only reason I can think of as to why you consistently have her name in your mouth." Which made Alessia tense up and Nat smirk lightly, though one wouldn't be able to tell if they were directly beside or in front of her as she was facing the game. Which looked really to be in their favor. Alessia's face formed various expressions and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but glared at Gio anyway. Even when she heard someone snicker. "Bite me," she snapped. "All ya gotta do is ask," he sing-songed in retaliation. And since the game was pretty much over, Alessia huffed and stormed onto the field, ignoring the little thing between Tim and Eli in favor of making her way over to Kat.

"Come on, Kit Kat. It was just a game," she reassured the brunette, though she definitely glared at Bas as well since she had glares to spare, resentment in her chest, and because she had a feeling it would make the brunette feel better to have someone on her side. Even if Alessia wasn't far gone enough to not realize that it was Kat who was in the wrong. "It was a stupid childish game that you'd literally have to have no skills in to feel proud of winning. I mean, seriously, what kind of a gym teacher makes kick ball the activity of the day anyway?"