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Tristan-Castiel Castellan

"Sorry!"

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

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โ€œMy feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.โ€
โ€• Dejan Stojanovic



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F U L LXN A M E

      Tristan-Castiel Alexander Castellan

N I C KXN A M E S

      Cassie | Annoyed by, used by his elder brothers.
      Castiel | Prefered
      Tristan | Used by his parents

Z O D I A CX S I G N

      Virgo

A G E

      Sixteen | 16

B I R T H D A Y

      August 24th, 1999

E T H N I C I T Y

      30% Italian | 20% French | 40% American | 10% Russian

S E X U A L I T Y

      Homosexual ; Homoromantic

R E L A T I O N S H I PX S T A T U S

      Currently, single.

O C C U P A T I O N

      Model | Violinist | Singer (at various nightclubs, parents make him.)




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โ€œThat's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfeast cereals based on color instead of taste.โ€

โ€• John Green, Paper Towns


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H E I G H T

      5'7"

W E I G H T

      156lbs.

H A I RXC O L O R

      Black

E Y EXC O L O R

      Sea-Green

S K I NXC O L O R

      Fair Ivory

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

      Castiel is known for his resemblance to his father. The boy has dark black hair, that seems to become and endless amount of twists and turns, more often than not it's normally underneath his hood. His hair looks as if they are living shadows themselves, and are darker than the darkest black in the world. It is shorter on the sides, and the top is usually longer. His eyes are an amazing sea-green coloring, and seem to grow darker or lighter with his moods. His skin is a pale white, more olive in color hinting his Italian heritage.

      The boy has a limber/feminine frame and tends to wear oversized clothing, just to hide it. He actually has a decent style in fashion, and owns a numerous amount of "brand name" articles of clothing. But normally you will see him in darker clothing. Mainly hoodies, and band/superhero t-shirts. He also wears various pairs of dark jeans and converse. He doesn't have any tattoos or piercings, but he wants a set of angel wings on his back with his family member's names written on the feathers.



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โ€œNice people don't necessarily fall in love with nice people.โ€
โ€• Jonathan Franzen, Freedom


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P E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S
      โœฆ Kind โœง Loving โœฆ Shy โœง Motherly โœฆ
      โœฆ Generous โœง Mature โœฆ Careful โœง Respectful โœฆ
      โœฆ Silent โœง Uncertain โœฆ Jumpy โœง Stubborn โœฆ
      โœฆ Naive โœง Moody โœฆ Forgetful โœง Easily Confused โœฆ


      Castiel is a large myriad of different personas. The youngest child in a large family, he was raised the baby but to be respectful and polite. His elder siblings were constant annoyances with their loud activities. So his parents encouraged him to be more reserved. Despite this Castiel has a deep inside, has a vulgar personality. He commonly will make accidental curses when speaking or doing something wrong. On the outside, Castiel is extremely respectful and shy because he doesn't really like being in public. It makes him extremely uncomfortable.

      Castiel is tougher than most give him credit for. Growing up with six older brothers, and a extremely religious father. He has been able to take more hits and taunts than most will think. His personality around his family is extremely different from his public life. He can be extremely sarcastic, and will sometimes in a respectful manner, speak his mind. Castiel is a shy kid, and is often seen to be reading rather than actually interacting with his family, due to them being loud and annoying. In public, he's the same, but FAR more reserved and timid. He often is seen fidgeting nervously around his own hoodie, as a sort of defense mechanism.

      Interesting enough, he developed some things that his elder siblings would be proud of. Especially his language, he is extremely vulgar. Being around his siblings, he developed the habit of whenever things go wrong, or out of hand he'd curse...loudly. This often makes people think of him as funny, and laugh at him. This really just makes his Social Anxiety and panic attacks worse. Castiel has been diagnosed with a Social Anxiety Disorder, so he doesn't really enjoys social interactions. He also strongly dislikes being physically touched. He only allows his family to do so, otherwise he will be sent into an extremely bad panic attacks, even if it's a small brush he will freak out.

      Despite his anti-social attitude, Castiel is an extremely motherly person. He will often ask his friends, the few he has, if they have eaten. If they've bathed. Just really making sure they are okay, as he truly cares for others. He's a kind person, and enjoys helping others when he can. He ignores the dangers, and if it truly means something to someone he cares for he will try to do it to the best of his ability. He has a big heart, and he's just trying to do his best. In terms of his trust, Castiel is an easily trusting person. Only because he's naive to the darkness of the world. He has no idea that he can be hurt by others, and just wants to let everyone know that they are loved.



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โ€œBefore we can influence our culture, our visions must die.โ€
โ€• Mark Sayers, Facing Leviathan: Leadership, Influence, and Creating in a Cultural Storm


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L I K E S

      โœฆ Reading โœง Violin โœฆ Kids โœง Tea โœฆ Candy โœง Quiet Places โœฆ Helping Others โœง The Color Blue โœฆ Halsey โœง Melanie Martinez โœฆ Demi Lovato โœง Accents โœฆ

D I S L I K E S

      โœฆ Violence โœง Physical Contac5 โœฆ Ignorance โœง Black Coffee โœฆ Bullies โœง Most Teenagers โœฆ Cigarettes โœง The Color Orange โœฆ Lil Wane โœง Kim Kardashian โœฆ Kanye West โœง Math โœฆ

H O B B I E S

      โœฆ Writing
      โœง Gardening
      โœฆ Taking pictures


T A L E N T S

      โœฆ Singing
      โœง Violin Playing
      โœฆ Able to speak four languages (Russian, Italian, Greek, & French)

F L A W S

      โœฆ Easily frightened.
      โœง Weak willed.
      โœฆ Fear of physical contact.

H A B I T S

      โœฆ When nervous, Castiel has the habit of either stuttering, or speaking in an entire different language.
      โœง When excited, the raven haired will bite his lip, or start singing what he says.
      โœฆ When angered, rarely seen but he will bite his thumb.

F E A R S

      โœฆ Heights
      โœง Bugs
      โœฆ Being in Love, then the person leaving them.

G O A L S

      โœฆ To overcome his shyness.
      โœง Become a psychiatrist, and help those with Social Anxiety, and other mental disabilities.
      โœฆ To get married to a wonderful man.


      P H I L O S O P H Y

          โœฆโ€œDon't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.โ€โœฆ



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      โ€œEverything you can imagine is real.โ€
      โ€• Pablo Picasso


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      F A M I L YXM E M B E R S



      H I S T O R Y


          On a long stormy August night, the youngest and last child to the Castellan family would be borns in a Beverly Hills Hospital. His parents, Lucas and Anastasia, named him after the angel of Thursdays, and after they knew any child they had would be loud. But they were wrong, the baby only cried in the nursing room, and barely did after his birth. His elder brothers would often love and mess with him. Watch him as an infant, but he was probably one of the most silent kids in the history of their family. Oddly enough, Castiel didn't speak until age five. Not because he couldn't, he was just a silent child. He was highly afraid of everyone's prejudices and opinions. Being five, and going with his father on several trips. He would notice people had opinions, that were sometimes mean.

          As soon as he turned seven, his mother had placed him in violin and vocal lessions. She had also placed him in a modeling company,so her child could become more outgoing. But it only furthered his shyness, as well as his brothers' numerous attempts to bring him out of his shell. Growing up, Tristan-Castiel was always a very nice kid. He would help others with their work, help them clean up their messes. He was a good kid, but like every kid. He would get bullied. Not only did this increase his nervousness, it triggered his Social Anxiety. After his parents heard he was diagnosed at ten, they kept him in the house and homeschooled him. His elder brother, Michael, resented him and and as soon as he could moved away. So he wouldn't have to see the child being babied by their parents. His elder brothers were rather nice to him though, they helped him speak more clearly at the house. This went on, until he decided he wanted to go to a public school. His parents declined, wanting the best for their child, they placed him in an all-boys private school.

          The school was okay, he made a friend out of one of the boys. He was still bullied by the others, but his new friend stuck up for him. He and the boy, Mathew, became extremely close. They hung out pretty often, and they would sleep over at Castiel's home. Mathew claimed that his family was volatile, and he was afraid Castiel might get hurt.

          When the boys turned thirteen, things started to change. They were working on a project for one of their classes, and got bored. They started to read a comic book that Mathew had, and Castiel suddenly spoke out that he thought Spiderman was attractive. He didn't know what was happening, but Mathew had kissed Castiel. The two began a romantic relationship, constantly taunted by their peers. Castiel's family was very accepting, both his parents being bisexual, he was happy. Mathew's family, on the other hand became angered and violent about it. They would beat and abuse Mathew for being in a relationship with another boy, and before they knew it Mathew and Castiel became distant. Mathew stopped coming over, stopped calling. When Castiel asked him what he did wrong, Mathew physically assaulted the other boy, and claimed that he was only pitying the poor "faggot". Castiel's world became shattered, and depsite this he refused to acknowledge the bad in the world. He knew it was what would happen, so when he turned fourteen he begged his mother to let him attend a public school. His parents both agreed, as long as he kept his violin, singing, and modeling up. So he started school the following year as a freshman, and was placed in the Prep clique. He didn't really know why, but ya know. He's not going to oppose it..


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      O T H E R
      Grade
      Sophomore

      Academic Career
      He's a rather bright kid, he tends to reach for the stars. So his grades a simply nothing below a B, and rarely that. He makes a numerous amount of A's, and sometimes does work for other students.

      Clique?
      Prep

      Sports? Clubs?
      None




          Fแด€แด„แด‡ CสŸแด€ษชแด โœฆ Logan Lerman

          Pแดส€แด›ส€แด€สแด‡แด… Bส โœง InakoUchiha

          โ’ธโ“„โ“…โ“Žโ“‡โ’พโ’ผโ’ฝโ“‰ โ“Œโ’ถโ“‡โ“ƒโ’พโ“ƒโ’ผ

          character basic form ยฉ aurei
          modified form เชฝเซฎเซจฮ‘
          modified form for this roleplay : InakoUchiha


So begins...

Tristan-Castiel Castellan's Story

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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: 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?"

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Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent
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{ Location : Home - Samuel's House | Outfit : x | Dialogue Colour : #BF5656 | Feeling : Tired / Cranky }



Zara's alarm had woken her at precisely 7:00 am, but Zara - being Zara - had promptly switched it off and gone back to her cocoon of blankets and was now, running very late. She only awoke again when she heard the front door slam, signally her mother had gone to work and Zara should be following her shortly. Cursing her laziness, Zara bounds out of bed and runs to the bathroom, attempting to brush her hair, teeth and wash simultaneously. Once finished, Zara then grabs an easy-to-wear outfit from her wardrobe and chucks it on, paying little mind to her appearance in the mirror, only glancing at it to slick on a coat of mascara.

Already imagining the nagging she was about to get from Sam for being late, Zara rolls her eyes at the thought as she storms downstairs and into the kitchen, rifling through the fridge to find the breakfast her mother had made for her the day before (knowing that Zara would undoubtedly be late) and pulls out the fruit pot, knocking over the eggs during her retrieval. "Of course." She breathes out heavily, grabbing the eggs and placing them back in the fridge. Her mother will definitely be more than confused to find a full box of broken eggs in the fridge when she returns but Zara had little time to worry about that now. Heading through the hallway that lead to the garage, the walls laden with photographs of Zara as a newborn ranging all the way to her now, at seventeen years old. Zara's mother, Divya, being the former photographer for Indian Vogue and now the American version, often tested out new techniques and effects on her daughter; if they ended up working well, she'd often display them around the house. Upon reaching the garage, Zara jumps into her car (a gift from her absent father) and quickly starts up the engine. Pressing the button on her keychain to open the garage door, Zara is soon speeding down her road, headed to Sam's home.

The contrasts between Zara's neighbourhood and Sam's were striking. While her family were wealthy and therefore able to live in a luxurious, gated community along with many other attendees of Brentwood, Sam's home was in the heart of a lower class town within LA. Surrounded by shady Off Licenses and rundown shops. Sam's home was distinctive because he essentially lives in a garage. Or well, above a garage. As Zara arrives outside the simply named 'Sean And Sons Garage' she beeps her horn loudly, waiting for her best friend to come down and join her so they could head off to school together.

"Talk about cutting it fine." Is the first thing to come out of Sam's mouth as he joins Zara in her car, waving to his little sister as she peers out of the window at the pair. Zara beams at the younger girl, wiggling her fingers and sticking out her tongue before turning her attention to the boy sat in her passenger side. "You know I like to live on the wild side." The girl teases, sending her friend of three years a wink as she starts up the car again.

The pair arrive at Brentwood swiftly enough that they aren't late, but merely on time. Looking over at Sam, Zara smirks, "See I told you we'd get here on time." Sam's face is still vaguely frozen in fear as he turns his head to face Zara, "Only because you broke at least three speeding laws getting here." He grimaces, faint nausea creeping up on him as he does. Glancing around for any sign of Rhapsody or Tristian-Castiel, Sam decides to send off a few texts while Zara checks applies a coat of lipgloss in the rearview mirror.

To : Cas
You at school yet? I'm w/ Zara, come find us.

To : Rhaps
Looking forward to art today, I have a new piece I wanna get your opinion on :-)

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Character Portrait: Zara Sai Character Portrait: Tristan-Castiel Castellan Character Portrait: Samuel Youngblood Character Portrait: Rhapsody I. Vincent
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Beep, Beep, Beep

The noise filled the air of the youngest Castellan boy's room, as he heard his elder brother shout for him. "HEY CASSIE GET YER ASS UP," his elder brother Gabriel called. The male silently groaned as he got up, and would look at the time. It was barely time for him to get up, but relentlessly the male woke up. The sophomore would move towards the edge of his bed and sit over the edge. He wasn't very keen on school, well the idea. He liked to learn, but his experiences were unfavorable.

Tristan-Castiel walked towards the dresser, and would get dressed. He decided on an all Captain America type of outfit. Why not? It's not like he could get anymore popular? Sure the kid was a prep, but that was solely due to the fact his siblings, parents, and his grandparents had all been A-listers. The black haired male, would move downstairs, as he could hear his elder brother, Gabriel shout out again. "C'MON CASSIE I'M DROPPING YOU OFF," the equally black haired, college freshman spoke. "G-Gabe, I'm-m here. S-Stop f-fuck-king yelling," the sophomore responded in a quiet and light tone. His brother scoffed, and grabbed his hand. "C'mon, we're taking Baby," Gabriel pronounced, as Tristan-Castiel gleamed with happiness. One of the few cars he enjoyed that his family had owned, he could never remember the make of the car. But he just loved the feeling of it, he could drive. But he'd probably have a panic attack and crash.

The raven haired male moved, following his brother, running towards the navy blue car he had chosen to drive. The two Castellan boys got in. After Gabriel singing several off tune, on purpose, songs by Taylor Swift. The car came to a parking motion, as Tristan-Castiel's phone went off.

From: Sam
You at school yet? I'm w/ Zara, come find us.

The male would stare at his phone, and not reply until he left the car. He opened the door, then took a step out. That was when his, loving....loving brother decided to yell "GOODBYE CASSIE BABY I HOPE YOU HAVE A FUNDERFUL DAY AT SCHOOL,"yep if he wasn't socially dead then. After he slowly flipped his brother the bird, the musician spun out of the parking lot laughing like a madman. He was now. His face red with embarassment, he would simply text back.

To: Sam
Um...yeah....just got here. Gabriel decided to embarass me....where are you so I don't panic?

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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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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."


So, Tristan-Castiel had already made up his mind, he was going to murder his brother. But not before he put his small hands around that uptight plastic.....no. He was going to calm down, he heard Sam's voice and sighed. A small voice, a female voice, sneered into the back of his mind. "Yeah, go run to you're boyfriend for protection, that's why you're socially stupid. You rely on others. the voice spoke, and Tristan-Castiel cringed a bit. He somewhat laughed at the male's comment about Alessia. When he had questioned him about what he wanted to do, the male just simply nodded. His eyes silently focused on the ground. "Th-Thanks for s-saying those th-things Sam-m." the male simply stuttered.

He slightly jumped when Zara jumped towards Sam. He would just silently hide his hands underneath the sleeves of his jacket. He would look towards Sam. Sometimes he felt like, Sam just felt pity. At other times he felt a real friendship with Sam. Tristan-Castiel somewhat guessed that's why he liked Sam. He was encouraging, and kind. Something the male himself aspired to be. The sophomore, would look towards the ground again. "A-Actually. I-I th-think I-I'm going to-o g-go to the mu-u-usi-ic room." the male would walk away waving a shy goodbye to the other group, and headed towards the music room, hoping to not be bothered.

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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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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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"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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Sebastian stood in the outfield. He was placed there by his team to ensure that had the opposing team had any super kickers โ€“ though, unlikely โ€“ someone wouldโ€™ve been able to catch the ball aside from the girls who ran from it because they were scared they would break a nail. Most of the time, Sebastian would be into the game, competitive as all hell. Today, his mind was elsewhere and though he was mostly present for the game, he didnโ€™t feel like taking gym seriously today. His eyes wandered from Natalia to Tristan, as the two discussed strategy before it was the boys turn to kick, to Lennox who was so desperately trying to grab Kayleenโ€™s attention. It was almost painful to watch as the boy relentlessly tried sparking conversation with the very uninterested girl. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. As Tristan stepped up to the plate, Bas could hear Eliโ€™s voice, arrogantly calling for the team to move in as it was doubtful Tristan could kick the ball that far, let alone at all. This was the last play of the game before everyone was going to be sent in to change and then head to lunch, and all Sebastian could think about was Natalia and whatever the surprise Greg had for him was. The ball was kicked and was sent directly in Katโ€™s position, who of course was not paying attention โ€“ but neither was Sebastian. From the side lines, Bas heard his name being called out. โ€œSebastian! Katherine! Look alive! Fuckinโ€™ move!โ€ Sebastian snapped back to reality fairly quickly to see Rhys waving her arms trying to grab his attention. As the ball whizzed through the field, Bas looked to see the direction it was headed in, only to notice that the recipient of the ball was down on one knee tying her shoes. Sebastian groaned and pushed off his back foot into a full sprint to catch up with the ball that was moving past Katherine. He picked up the ball as it rolled deeper into the outfield, and launched it over Katherineโ€™s head back into the infield, hoping heโ€™d caught the play in time to put a pause on whoever was rounding the corner of third base to score. Bas was already preparing himself for some shit talk from Eli who always took gym too serious.
He was just waiting for Mr. Lessig to tell them all to hit the showers so he could go eat.

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Katherine didn't hate gym class, per se, but it definitely was not her favorite thing to participate in. If she didn't dislike academic courses so much, it would have been easier to claim that she hated physical education, but compared to the math and science courses, it was harder to complain about this one. She was athletic enough that if she put some effort into the class, it would have been an easy A for her. Gym was still school for Kat though, and that meant that automatically, her interest in it was lower than it needed to be. She would gladly run on the treadmill at her home, but somehow, being expected to do that at school made it seem agonizing. Needless to say, she was far from thrilled when kickball was announced as the game of the day, and even less thrilled when Natalia and Gabrielle were placed on different teams than her. She still had friends on her team, like Lennox and Ari, but both of them cared too much about the game to act as equally uninterested teammates to keep her occupied all period. By the last inning of the game, she happily found herself an unoccupied nook of the field that didn't seem to get any action all game, and remained there. Though she heard Mr. Lessig announce that he game would still be over, she barely even looked to see who was kicking, nonetheless actually take the time to process that Tristan was probably the last person his teammates wanted making such an important kick. Honestly, she wasn't even aware that the score was tied and if you had told her that her team was losing by one hundred points, or winning by that, even, she would have believed you without a second thought.

The announcement that the game was nearing its finished came at the right time, because she was growing antsy standing out in the heat. Her shoe wasn't even untied when she had bent down to tie it, but untying it and retying it seemed like a good idea to look. She had caught Mr. Lessig eying her, and after doing nothing all period, she knew that she needed to at least be doing something to fill the time, rather than just standing there and making it more obvious that she wasn't participating. Considering how spaced out she had been all morning, she knew that she needed a good grade this semester in physical education because she wasn't going to get it anywhere else.

It was just Kat's luck that the ball would be kicked to her at the worst possible time, and the expression on her face represented that, as she scowled in the direction that the ball had come from once Rhys and Ari's shouts woke her up. Sebastian had already grabbed it and tossed it back towards the front of the field, hoping to make a play before the team could score, but Kat couldn't have cared less about that. To her, it seemed like a personal offense that Tristan had kicked the ball in her direction. She immediately wanted to play the victim, partly out of embarrassment, because everyone watching the play could clearly see that she wasn't paying any attention (even though that was nothing new for her), and partly because that was just in her character. That part of her was quick to convince herself that Tristan had purposely kicked it to her to make her seem like a fool, and that it was downright unfair of him to do that while she was clearly busy tying her shoe. Additionally, that irrational side of her had her turning her head back to glare at Bas, who had done absolutely nothing wrong, as her inner monologue wondered who he thought he was to come into her area of the field when clearly she would have gotten over to the ball when she was ready to. "You always need to be the center of attention, don't you?" she snapped in his direction, despite knowing good and well that he had actually saved her from embarrassment, and probably being yelled at by their teacher for being distracted. Obviously, her bitter inquiry was based on more than just the silly kickball game that she still found impossible to focus on, even in these tense last few moments.

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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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As far as head knew, the ball was still rolling in the outfield as he neared Ari, who stood with an anxious expression on her face. His foot hit third base, the one she was guarding, but barely remained on it, as he continued running, now with his eyes set on home plate. So in the zone, he only focused on running, and it wasn't until Mr. Lessig's deep voice hollered out that he had made it home and was safe, that Timothy's senses kicked in again and he allowed himself to focus more on the rest of the chatter going on on the field. He had missed Katherine being caught clueless, Bas stepping in to make an attempt at saving the game for his team, and in turn, receiving undeserved anger from the brunette. It wasn't until after he had caught a water bottle from a teammate who threw one in his direction, that he tuned in to Eli throwing a hissy fit over his loss. Just because Timothy knew Elijah, he could do nothing more than laugh when his best friend walked towards him and attempted to justify his team losing. Eli was lucky that Tim was the kind of guy who just rolled with things, and rarely got worked up over anything, because even his attempts at trash talking Katherine had Timothy just shaking his head in amusement. "Whatever, man. It's just a game," he called out after the boy who was already walking back towards the campus. Once they reached the locker rooms and were out of the watchful eyes of their teacher, Tim would find it easier to taunt Eli over the loss more, but for now, in public, he was happy with appearing like the bigger person.

With that in mind, after chugging the water bottle that had been tossed to him, Tim plucked an unopen one from the sideline and made his way over to the sophomore who was coming off the field from first base. "Castiel!" he called out, knowing that was what Tristan went by mostly. "Nice kick, man. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have been able to send Eli crying all the way back to the locker room," he grinned, pointing to the fellow blonde who was storming off the field. "You know, I'm having some people over tomorrow for a party, and you're welcome to come. It's a stoplight theme, so basically, if you wanna hookup with someone, come wearing green." Admittedly, Timothy wouldn't have thought to invite Tristan had he just not become the center of attention for the moment with this kick. Tristan didn't seem like the biggest social butterfly, but anyone who could give Timothy a reason to piss Eli off in a playful way earned some respect in his book, and knowing that Tristan had managed to make A-list friends anyway, inviting him seemed like a harmless endeavor. He would have continued chatting with Tristan had Samuel Youngblood not come into his line of view. Distracted now from Tristan, Timothy took a few steps towards Sam, who he would consider a friend, though not a close one. "Not sure if you already got the memo from Kat or someone, but I better see you at my place tomorrow night too, dude," he said, assuming that Sam had overheard some of what he had said to Tristan. Noticing Zara near him, too, Timothy smirked. "And Zara, as long as you remember that I'm taken and that means you'll have to muster up enough self control to keep your hands off of me, than you're more than welcome to stop by too." Truthfully, Zara had been the one to reject him a few years ago, and though Timothy obviously wasn't bitter enough about it that he still wanted to hook up with her now, he couldn't help but to let his ego tell his version of the story, sometimes.