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Laylah Gibson

"You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination."

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a character in “Brentwood School”, as played by aurban16

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"A true plague of a girl. And yet a queen in every sense of the word.”




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|| Name ||

Laylah Marie Gibson

|| Nicknames ||

Lay, L, Gibs

|| Birthday ||

January 19th, 1999

|| Age ||

Seventeen

|| Sexuality ||

Heterosexual

|| Grade ||

Junior



“It's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.”





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Rich and Andrea Gibson wanted one more baby. They already had a five year old daughter, Kourtney, and a three year old son, Brent. But instead of being blessed with one baby, they were blessed with three at the same time. The ultrasound read two boys and a girl. After eight months of a (surprising) pregnancy, Andrea went into labor. The first baby was a boy, the second a girl, but the last baby was still born. Even though this was a devastating circumstance, Rich and An had two beautiful babies, Leslie and Laylah.

Leslie and Laylah were two peas in a pod from the day they were born. They did absolutely everything together, from learning to walk to crying when they were in different preschool classes. However, they always had completely different personalities. From the time he could pick up a crayon, Leslie was always wanting to color and draw pictures, and from the time Laylah could hold a bat, she wanted to play softball. These traits stemmed from Rich and Andrea. Andrea was a graphic novelist and spent a majority of her time writing and illustrating, while Rich coached softball at the community college where he taught fitness classes. These traits were instilled in their kids at a very young age.

Rich first put Laylah in a softball program when she was five years old. She did have some natural talent, but she had to insanely work hard. Starting when she was seven, she played on travel teams and practiced at least twelve hours a week. She was put on the boys' baseball team when she was nine, because there was no competition in softball. It was around this time that she started going to camps at the universities in California, as well. Rich thought it was a good idea to get his daughter's name out there, even though she was only ten years old. By the time she was twelve or thirteen, she was being recruited by high schools all over the Southwestern United States. Everyone saw that Laylah had potential. However, she had been going to Brentwood since second grade, and didn't want to leave all the friends she already had and professors she was acquainted with, and she definitely didn't want to leave her softball team. So her family made the unanimous decision to keep Laylah at Brentwood.

During her freshman softball season, the team had a tournament in Santa Barbara, and there were scouts there watching some of the older girls. This was Lay's "debut" high school tournament, and no one expected any college coaches to take a second glance at her shortstop skills. However, she was playing some of the best softball she'd ever played that weekend, and coaches from all over the nation were impressed. This led to her committing to University of Washington at the end of her freshman season - the youngest person to ever commit to a sport from Brentwood.




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Quirks//Habits//Oddities:
Laylah always names her softball bats. The one she is currently using is called Morg, after Joe Morgan. She is deathly allergic to penicillin, and is pretty ticklish.

Good personality traits:
Athletic, Outgoing, Friendly, Easygoing, Sincere

Bad personality traits:
Overly Flirtatious, Pessimistic, Stubborn, Sarcastic

Personality:
The one thing that will come to most people's minds when they hear Laylah's name is her athleticism. Everyone knows her for her softball skills, and a majority of people know she is very hardworking, which is what got her to where she is today. However, she can be pretty pessimistic on the diamond, and tends to get down on herself easily. Laylah is simply an awesome friend to have. She is what people call the "mom friend." She will take care of you when you are sad or sick or mad. She is a genuinely sincere human being. She loves talking to people she doesn't know. But sometimes her outgoing personality is perceived as flirtation, so many guys think she is flirting with them when she's actually just trying to be friendly. Laylah is very sarcastic, and often this can be taken as rudeness. She never means to be rude, but she uses it as a coping mechanism during stressful or maddening situations.

Greatest joys in life:
Laylah's favorite thing in the world is softball. Without it, she wouldn't be half the person she is today. Her second favorite thing is her brother, Leslie. She also loves all her friends to death and really cherishes them.

Greatest fears:
If Laylah lost her softball scholarship, she doesn't know what she would do. Another big fear is getting hurt to the point where she can't play anymore.

Life philosophy:
“The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.”

Family
Rich Gibson || Father || Age 48
Andrea Gibson || Mother || Age 47
Kourtney Gibson || Sister || Age 22
Brent Gibson || Brother || Age 20
Leslie Gibson || Brother || Age 17


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❤ Softball
❤ Leslie
❤ Her friends
❤ Energy drinks
❤ Brentwood
❤ California
❤ Drinking/Partying
❤ Boys
Weed ✘
Softball cleats ✘
Coffee ✘
Country music ✘
Doing dishes ✘
Rom-Coms ✘
Science ✘
Dresses ✘




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Laylah does alright in school. She usually averages B's or the occasional C. Her worst classes are science- and math-related ones. She does the best in English and history. She mainly focuses on her athletics. She is associated with both the jocks and the royals, but doesn't discriminate against anyone in the other squads. Her brother is an artist, so she knows quite a few people in that clique.

After high school, Laylah already knows she is going to University of Washington to play softball. She doesn't really have an idea as to what she wants to study, but she is thinking along the lines of a history or political science major.




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Build: Muscular, athletic build, 5'5", 114 lbs.

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Blue

Distinguishing Marks: Laylah has her ears pierced, but no other distinguishing marks

Style: Lay doesn't like to dress up. She usually just wears a t-shirt and jean shorts or jeans.

So begins...

Laylah Gibson's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Oleander Q. Fari Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ripley McClain Character Portrait: Paek Jae-Hwa

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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: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Oleander Q. Fari Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless

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Alessia couldn't wait until she could drive the car her parents had waiting for her in the garage.

Don't get her wrong - between her brother and a few good friends whose cars she was willing to be seen in, she could get to wherever she wanted. Make no mistake about that. And she appreciated their efforts, honestly she did. But the one thing she couldn't wait for was to have her own car and to be her own transportation. Granted, it wouldn't technically be her car as her father would more than likely be the one whose name the car was in, but the point was that it would be Alessia's and she wouldn't have to deal with being at the mercy of someone else. Eli, when he decided to be ass and not the occasionally (read: rarely) super awesome, magnificent and wonderful brother that he could be, did not help the situation. The school year had just started, but he had already threatened her love life four times in the last two days, not to mention teased her about the stupid traffic light party Tim was throwing on Saturday. As if he was ever going to stop her from attending the first and one of the hottest parties of the year!

"Really? I must've heard that wrong," she replied dryly, making sure to post the ootd picture she had gotten one of the pool cleaning staff to take of her before partaking in breakfast on Instagram and Twitter. Alessia stepped out of the car while swinging her MCM backpack into its place on her back, shutting the passenger door behind her before turning to face her brother on the other side. "Wait a minute - of course, I heard it wrong...I can't hear anything over your massive ego and audacity. And if you think for a second that I don't already have an invite to the first party of the year, maybe its you who needs me to snag you something like, I don't know, a clue." Alessia knew she was just rising to the bait that Eli had laid out for her, but it wouldn't be their relationship if she didn't do so every once and awhile. Plus, it kept things fun between them, something for her to hold onto when Elijah actually decided to be a douchebag, cock-block of a brother who didn't understand what boundaries and equality were.

Now that they were on campus, though, she didn't really have to deal with or entertain him. So, without further adieu, Alessia - feeling satisfied with her rebuttal - turned on the heels of her wedges - and headed into the direction of the main school building, talking over her shoulder, "Btw, don't wait up for me. Heading shopping after school with friends and before you even say a word, I already asked Daddy." As stereotypical as it was, they both had their particular parent wrapped around their fingers: Eli had their mother, which Ali had always found particularly upsetting since she and her mother should obviously have more in common but whatever, and Ali had their father. It helped, much like she consistently rubbed in Eli's face, that she had the one who was most commonly home wrapped around hers. While both of their parents were super busy and did their best to be home as often as they could, it was mostly (from what Alessia gathered) her father who was at the home office working on paper work while her mother was regularly required at the hospital whether she was instructing or helping with patients. Such a hectic schedule on her mother's side gained Ali more allowance money, with a bit of batting her lashes, from her Dad. Once a bit away from Eli, Ali pulled her Galaxy S7 to text her two fencing buddies, Gigi and Chloe, along with a few other friends such as her bestie, Laylah. It was still a surprising friendship, but one Alessia could appreciate since...well, she was a big girl. She could accept that she was a bit much and anyone who loved her regardless (since it was hard not to love her when she had so many lovable traits) was a keeper.

To: Gibby
Tell me ur here already

To: Ollie
Did u c Veronica's ootd? Barf

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless

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Laylah groggily sat up as soon as she heard her alarm got up. Well, not as soon, since she'd already hit snooze four times. This was typical though, as she overslept most days of the week. She glanced at the time on her alarm clock and rolled her eyes. She had to be to school in half an hour, so luckily she wasn't picking up Ollie, since he was usually a late riser as well. She put on her outfit for the day, brushed her teeth, and braided her hair to the side. Closing her bedroom door on the way out, she walked down the stairs and into her family's kitchen, where Leslie was sitting, finishing his pancakes and bacon breakfast. "Look who decided to grace us with her presence," he said to their mom who was sitting across the table from him. "Nothing like being late during the first week of school."

"You should be thanking me for the ride since you can't even drive yet, you jerk," Lay replied. They both knew it was all in good fun, though. Laylah and her twin brother Leslie never had legitimate fights. Their only arguments were about who got to use the bathroom first (it was usually Leslie since he woke up first every morning) or who got to use the basement TV (Laylah usually won this one.) Since they were already running late, Laylah grabbed a protein bar and a bottle of orange juice, packed up her backpack, and headed out to the car to wait for Leslie. Five minutes later, the duo were pulling out of the driveway of their house. Laylah knew she wasn't the most wealthy student at Brentwood, and her house wasn't the biggest, but it definitely wasn't small. On the way to school, Leslie had his phone plugged into the aux cord, and Drake radio was blaring through the speakers. Both of them loved rap, and this taste in music was one of the only things they really agreed on.

When Laylah pulled into Brentwood, she had trouble finding a parking spot, so she dropped her brother off where he usually went in to the school by the art room. Most days, Laylah and Leslie didn't see each other much during the actual school day. Les took more advanced classes, and they mingled with different social circles. Laylah tended to stick to the jocks and the royals, and Leslie hung out with the artists and musicians.

Once Laylah parked her car, she hopped out and walked through the front doors. She checked her phone and noticed a text from her girl Alessia. She replied:

To: Lessy
Just got here. Where you at? NEED to talk to you about the stoplight party.

This weekend, Eli was throwing his annual "stoplight party," in which people wore different colors to signify their relationship status. Laylah was unsure if she should wear green to show that she was totally available, or yellow to show that things were complicated. Her relationship with Sam certainly was complicated, but she wasn't sure if this was something she wanted the whole school to know. Laylah also decided to text Bas to get his opinion and see what was going on for him today.

To: Bas :)
SOS help needed picking out outfit for this weekend ahhhh!

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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There was nothing that annoyed Lennox more than Natalia. Of course, this probably wasn’t true and he could probably create a list of things that annoyed him more than her, but she certainly took top 5, at the very least. Natalia’s blatant disregard for Lennox only pushed him to push her more. He enjoyed pushing her buttons and setting her off because other than that, there’s not much Lennox can do to piss her off since she really could not care less about the boy. “Listen, even if there was a ménage à trois going on here, figuratively or literally, the last thing I’d want is to be part of it,” Lennox said pushing off of Elijah’s comment about a threesome. Elijah also liked pushing Natalia’s buttons, only difference was she liked Elijah and not Lennox so between them, it was friendly banter. Between Lennox and Natalia, it was a fire-fueled rage. Lennox continued to push off of Elijah’s commentary, “Kat will always have room for me in her bed, the problem is Timmy over here takes it all up.” Tim and Lennox were friends, Lennox and Kat were best friends. She saw things in him that most others didn’t, so the jokes he made were all in good fun and were not be taken seriously. With Tim’s decline of the pre-party invite from Tim, he frowned slightly. He wanted to figure out plans but didn’t want to do anything alone. Lennox hated being alone, which was probably where his need to be constantly annoying someone was rooted. When mention of Kayleen fell upon Knox’s ears, he tensed. His hands withdrew into his pockets and he could feel his cheeks warming up. “Oh right, Kayleen will be there.” Knox fought to hold his lips from forming a silly smile but he almost couldn’t help himself. He smirked slightly and tried to play off his crush on the girl. “I guess I could give her the time of day. And I wouldn’t break her heart, I’m a sweetheart, Kat.” Sarcasm was Lennox’s second language, it came to him naturally and as much of a dick as he seemed, Kayleen was different to Lennox. He actually had feelings for her which was weird for him, which is why he felt embarrassed by the mention of the girl. Nat and Kat walked ahead the boys a few steps and Lennox knew this would be the best opportunity for him to discuss women. “She’s your sister, Tim,” Lennox said, in regards to Kayleen. “I know you guys have a weird hate thing going on, but if she’s off limits, let me know and I’ll steer clear, but she is cute and I’d like to talk her up, yanno?”

While Lennox stuck around teasing his friends and being teased by not his friends, Rhys was making her way through the halls of Brentwood. She knew the bell would ring soon and as much as she wanted to stick around and talk to people, she had a thing about being late. She hated not being punctual and was the type of person to be early to being early. Around Rhys’ neck was a Canon EOS 5Ds that she had gotten as a gift from her father earlier this year; a gift he bought her because he felt guilty for not being around often. Rhys understood he was a military man and therefore, wouldn’t be around often and she never did anything to guilt him into gifting her, but he did anyway – and Rhys wasn’t going to deny the upgrade from an old Nikon she had. She looked through the camera roll, through the pictures she had taken throughout the week. Pictures of students doing work in the library, sitting in the courtyard at lunch, students laughing with each other, falling in love with each other, meeting each other for the first time; pictures that told stories and pictures that had no meaning. They made her smile, even though there was little to be told from them and it was up to her to create a story, they made her happy still. Rhys walked through the halls, smiling down at her camera. “You know, usually when you smile at a camera, you’re supposed to be on the other side of it.” Rhys looked up to see Sebastian walking alongside her. She smiled and mockingly laughed, “Ha. Ha. Very funny. I’m just looking through the pictures I took,” she said, as though it’d make him understand her happiness. He smiled and nodded. “You going to Eli’s party?” Sebastian and Rhys weren’t too close, but he felt the need to make conversation with someone other than Natalia and the guys. If it weren’t for lacrosse, Natalia, or Laylah, Sebastian didn’t have many friends. He felt it important to make friends outside of that small circle as they all knew each other anyway. He knew Rhys enough to know that she’s accepting of many, and Sebastian thought himself nice enough to be able to befriend people like Rhys. “Yeah…” She paused, unsure still of her plans. “I don’t know yet. I tend to stay away from the A-list crowd... They can be a little… raunchy at times and I don’t always fit in with them.” Sebastian nodded again. He understood exactly what it was like to be a part of a crowd that he didn’t always feel as though he fit into. “Makes sense. Well, if you decide to go, I’ll be there. We can not fit in together. I’ve got to go this way to class, but I’ll see you around.” Sebastian smiled at her, tapped her lightly on the arm and walked off before Rhys could say anything. She wanted to so badly question what he meant by ‘not fit in together,’ all this time, Rhys could’ve sworn Sebastian was happy to be an A-lister and thought he fit in perfectly with the wealthy. It made her curious about him. As she watched him go, she noticed Ari sitting in a room, presumably waiting for class to start but there was no one in there with her. The girl’s heart fluttered slightly; Rhys had a crush on Ari but Rhys wasn’t sure the girl felt the same way. She raised her camera to her eye, closing one and placing the other on the lip of the viewing hole, she zoomed into the girl, who sat smiling at her phone, and snapped the picture. There was a part of her that felt weird for taking the picture, but another part of her created excuses in her head. It’s for the yearbook. It’s a candid, they’re not supposed to know. It’s a natural beauty project. As Rhys battled her inner demons, Sebastian did the same as he walked to his first class. His phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out to see a text from Laylah. He let out a deep breath and rubbed his hand through his hair before sending a text back.


To: Laylah
Same Lay.. I need advice… Meet me before next class by my locker.. I need help. I’ll help you if you help me :)

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Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless

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"Why are you even thinking of wearing red anyway? You're hot. You're single. You should be wearing green if I'm understanding the rules of this traffic light party correctly," Alessia opined just before taking a sip of the vanilla frappucino Gigi had picked up for from Starbucks on the way to school. They were seated on the left corner of the steps leading into the school since no one really liked being the very first person in class, particularly Alessia since she scarcely wanted to be there in the first place. The drink with its caramel swirl that she had requested was helping with the motivation she needed. "Says the hot girl going in yellow." Gigi retorted and Alessia nodded through another sip before replying, Yeah, but me going in yellow is completely different from you going in red. You can either wear yellow and put your business out there by saying shit is complicated and whatnot, or you can just be a tease and see which hottie is gonna make a move regardless. And you know I like being a tease." While Alessia had yet to pick her actual bikini out yet since shopping was a must, despite having a ton of bikinis at her house that she had yet to wear, her decision was final on the color. Going in green, in her case, meant being receptive to thirsty boys (and girls, even if she didn't want to admit it) who immediately saw her wearing green as a sign that she would be easy. Yellow required just a bit more tact, perhaps even a touch more respect in people's initial seductions. After all, by wearing yellow, while you were saying that there was something there, that something can easily be ignored when given a better option. Even if it's just for tomorrow night. Plus, on a much more egotistical level, Ali liked the way her sun-kissed skin looked wrapped in yellow.

"Still..." Ali rolled her eyes, making Chloe snicker. "Still nothing, Gigi. Drew's made it clear he's over you and you need to get over him. And the best way to tell your old man you're over him is getting under a new man where he can see. You're wearing green, end of the conversation." Gigi could make all of the faces in the world, but Alessia meant what she said. She didn't necessarily advise Gigi to sleep with anyone; the girl grew easily attached to people and that just wouldn't do, especially with her more vulnerable disposition at the moment. But Drew had crossed the line by breaking up with Ali's girl one month ago and then dating one of the girls on the fencing team. That was cruel and while Ali wanted to just scratch that bitch's eyes out for not knowing loyalty and smacking the junior in the face, she surmised that it was a horrible plan. What was better was seeing Drew's face after Gigi earned a hickey or two from someone else, preferably one of his friends if Alessia's plan went accordingly.

After a few minutes, an ugly, supposedly "vintage" car pulled up and Ali immediately knew who it was, nudging Chloe so that the girl could turn around. They giggled the second Tristan emerged from it, but cackled even further once his brother let out his exclamation. No matter what he had to say on the matter, Alessia wasn't a bully, not that she considered it as such. She didn't like Tristan - and he really needed to stop trying to convince himself that his name was anything but because Castiel just didn't fit - and it wasn't just because he was some weirdo who happened to have a similar financial background to herself for some unknown reason. It was because he had such a similar financial background to her, was a complete weirdo, and somehow managed to be considered an A-Lister. While some might question why that had anything to do with her, Ali didn't appreciate having someone within her ranks who didn't earn that right. Being rich didn't mean shit when there's literally nothing about you that makes you a Prep or even a Royal and by now, considering how the hierarchy worked, for some inexplicable reason, Tristan was in some way above Ali and that just wouldn't do. Like, no. Hell, she didn't even like that chick Natalia and she could understand better why she was an A-Lister and could possibly be higher as opposed to Tristan. And so, if she casually and occasionally displayed a touch of her disdain for his existence among her king, Ali didn't call it bullying. If it really was bullying, it would bother him and if it bothered him, he'd just go to the bottom of barrel with the rest of his kind instead of pretending like he belonged with hers.

"Yeah, Cassie, baby," she teased when he made it close enough to hear, ignoring her own phone's vibration in favor of smiling oh-so-sweetly at the boy. "Have a funderful day." Alessia giggled only a moment later, turning it into a full blown laugh when Gigi commented something about Walmart wanting all of their Captain America paraphernalia back from their kids' section. While the laughter died down, Ali glanced down at her phone and gave a small squeal while trying to hurry and text Laylah back. She must have missed her while waiting for Gigi to stop pouting in her car.

To: Gibby
Outside. Gimme a min

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Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Ripley McClain

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Tristan had quickly responded to Sam's text, and so he was just about to reply telling the boy he was still seated in Zara's car, that was until he heard a very familiar voice shouting - Smirking slightly, Sam recognises it as Tristan's brothers voice and as Sam glances over to the source of the sound, sure enough, he sees Tristan exiting a car. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Sam leans over to Zara who is busy on her phone, and pokes her cheek "I'm gonna go pick up Tristan - see you inside?" Looking at him with her brown doe-eyes, Zara nods "Ok cool, tell the little weirdo I say hey." Zara responds, not meaning to be rude with her comment, just teasing.

As Sam heads toward Tristan, he glances at the school entrance, noticing Laylah heading up the steps and into the building. Shaking his head, Sam tries to push away the strange feeling in his stomach as he focuses his attention back onto Tristan, trying to block his ex from his mind. Nearing the steps himself, Sam rolls his eyes as he hears Alessia teasing his friend, Sam nudges Tristan raising an eyebrow at him, "Ignore her," He says, just loud enough for the girls to hear, "She's just a little girl."

While the jeering tone of Sam's voice was evident, the guy found himself actually relieved to have someone else with whom he could take his mind off Laylah - even if it was Alessia, the spoilt little A-lister girl who thought that her social standing meant she could walk all over those lower than her on the social hierarchy. What she didn't realise, was that Sam couldn't care less about whether she was an A-lister or a C-lister, he was elder than her and felt that deemed him a little more respect than she deigned to give him. Plus her brother was Eli and while personally, Sam had no problem with the guy, he knew Zara's feelings toward him all too well and if that didn't send up warning flags, nothing else would.

Checking his phone after it beeps with an incoming text, Sam smiles at Rhapsody's message, he looks over to Tristan, "Wanna hang with Rhaps?" Sam asks, he wasn't entirely sure where the pair stood with each other, all Sam knew was that they weren't enemies or anything, so he figured it was safe to invite Tristan along.

To: Rhaps
You had me at food. I'll come to you, where you @?


Switching his thoughts away from the people in front of him, Sam adjusts his backpack, which inside held a new piece that Sam had recently finished over the summer - something he wanted to show Rhapsody, and hopefully, get her approval - Sam cared about her opinion most. Not because he favoured her the best (although she was one of his closest friends) but because she was an artist just like him, and so Rhapsody possessed that same keen eye as Sam, and the ability to fully appreciate art in all of it's forms.

It's not until he feels someone jump on his back that Sam is jogged out of his thoughtful haze, "I got bored." Zara giggled into his ear, as Sam lets out a deep breath, grabbing the girls legs so he could hold onto her easier, "Jesus Zar - you're really trying to kill me today aren't you?" Poking the older guys cheek, as revenge for before, Zara merely bats her long lashes, feigning innocence. "Me? Why I'm a sweet little girl," Looking toward Alessia, Zara laughs a little having overheard Sam's comments about her just before Zara had come over, "Just like Alessia, isn't that right Sammy?" Before either Alessia or Sam have a chance to comment, Zara whips out her phone, her inability to focus on one thing at a time and energetic personality colliding, she shoots a quick text off to one of her best friends, Ripley.

To: Ripster
Come save me, I'm bored already and school hasn't even started :-(

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Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless

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What Alessia could never stand was irrelevant people not being able to mind their own damn businesses. Like, she was genuinely a sweetheart. If she wanted to be a bitch to you, then she would be such and most of the time (in her mind), you deserved it. She was only paying her due to Tristan, anyway. The relationship that they had would cease to exist if she didn't constantly fuel the flames of their very much mutual animosity towards one another. More importantly than that, it was their relationship - it was her beef with Tristan, his obvious dislike of her, and their exchange. If she needed Toucan Sam and his STD ridden sidekick's opinions, she would have turned her attention to them. But neither of them were even on the same playing field as she and Tristan, even if Alessia hated admitting to the idea of Tristan being anywhere near on her level. However, in comparison to the Boy Who Never Mattered and The Sluttiest Slut of Her Generation (and, yes, she might have tweaked her Harry Potter references, but they fit), Tristan was actually something. He was somebody and she hated the idea of having to entertain the existence of literally pieces of shit. But she had to; she had an audience. And for all her extra fabulousness, Alessia never failed to put on a show.

"All of this coming from the one dollar whore and...well, the guy who's somehow really good at keeping up with his paintings, but not his girlfriend," Alessia retorted tauntingly, giggling at each individual acknowledgement of the two people who inserted themselves into a conversation that had nothing to do with them. It really was Sam's fault if he wound up just slightly hurt by her reference to his failed relationship with Laylah. But in her defense (it's not really a defense, but it's definitely reasoning on Ali's part and that's what she's sticking to), he obviously wasn't good enough to be with her best friend on a platonic level, let alone in an actual relationship. That was a mistake she was surely ready to fix by setting Laylah up...when she actually found someone worthy. But Sam was never it. "But never you mind that, pauper. Pretty sure Lay can score herself a nice little prince to get by with tomorrow. Compared to you, definitely someone better," and Ali made sure to rake her gaze over Sam's form in mock consideration before smirking at his eyes coldly, "and bigger." She winked, despite Gigi shoving at her arm while laughing and exclaiming, "OMG, Ali!", but her point was proven and Alessia knew better to press so soon into the day. Giggling, she glanced at her girls and said, "Finding Lay now. See you guys in class." And she headed in without glancing at either Sam or Zara, but purposefully bumping into Tristan on her way to the front door just to make sure she entered the school building first.

It didn't even take Ali long to find Laylah. While there was a throng of students in the hallway on their way to class and lockers to empty out backpacks, Alessia recognized her girl without fail and hurried to fall in line with her, calling out an energetic "Gibby!" when she was behind her so that the jock could get the memo. Once they were side by side, Alessia was smiling, a genuine and bright one, at that. Ali even linked arms with the other blonde loosely as she was wont to do. "And what's there to talk about babe? You're wearing green since you're obviously hot and available, preferably not solid green as that wouldn't flatter your complexion and hair at all, but definitely something with green in it. Prominently green, but not plain. And you definitely have to let me braid your hair or something because as much as you and I both know I love your hair out and in its magnanimous glory, your cheekbones need to be on display so I can make those eyes pop. You're gonna be flawless."

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Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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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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Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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What She's Wearing:
Brentwood School Athletics Tank Top
The Upside Performance Bra
NO KA'OI Training Shorts
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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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Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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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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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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xxx"clipped wings, i was a broken thing
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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Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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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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Character Portrait: Eli Lawless Character Portrait: Timothy Cargill Character Portrait: Katherine Arnault Character Portrait: Kayleen Cargill Character Portrait: Sebastian Cole Character Portrait: Lennox Atwood Character Portrait: Natalia dos Santos Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Giovanni De Luca Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Laylah Gibson Character Portrait: Gabrielle Lawrence Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent Character Portrait: Kya Gonzalez Character Portrait: Alessia Lawless Character Portrait: Rhys Griffith Character Portrait: Ari Rollings

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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.