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Dante Lawson

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a character in “The High Life”, as played by phoenixheart

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L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stellex Dante Alighieri



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N A M E
Dante Noah Lawson

N I C K N A M E (S)
Playboy {mostly in the media, he has no strong feelings about it}

B I R T H D A Y
19th June 1999 {18}

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
50% Italian, 50% American

H E X
#0b4fbc.



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S T Y L E
Dante is always well dressed. Image, after all, is everything. If he learned anything from his parents, it was that. Sharp tailoring is his go to in just about every situation. Even his casual wardrobe screams well-made and expensive.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'2 163 lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Dante has an athletic build, with broad shoulders tapering down into a narrow waist. His Italian heritage has given his skin a gentle tan colour. In terms of appearance, he is a mix of his parents. From his father, Dante inherited his eyes and jawline. The number of times his paternal family has told him he has the 'Lawson jaw' is beyond him. His lips, cheekbones, and curls all come from his mother's side. The unfortunate issue here is that Dante is well aware of how handsome he is. Call him pretty and he might well love you forever.



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L I K E S
Good suits, Expensive coffee, Sex, Not being attached to anyone, Books, Whiskey Sour, Turin

D I S L I K E S
Neediness, Mess, Soap Operas, Drama Queens, Getting back-stabbed, Gossip Girl,


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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Ask people about Dante Lawson, and you'll probably get an array of answers. The simple reason is that he can adapt pretty well to whatever situation he's in. On the surface, Dante is your typical playboy millionaire. Whatever his friends are down for, he's down for with him, especially if it means partying to the small hours. He has a work hard, play harder mentality. Long-term commitment isn't something that's on his horizon right now. Given the train wreck of his parents' marriage, he isn't interested in settling down, and at this point, he doubts he'll ever settle down. Suburbia, a rose garden, and 2 kids are not something he's looking forward too, mostly because he's terrified of his relationship turning out like his parents'. He'll date, but it's never going to get beyond a month or two, no matter what the guy or girl might think or how great they are. That said, he won't go bragging about his conquests. He doesn't kiss and tell.

Those that get past the party-hard exterior find another layer to Dante. Partying is fun, sure, but it's not everything. Years of having to work hard for his grades have left Dante with a pretty disciplined work habit. He doesn't want to be the only failing class. When he needs to, he gets his nose down to the grind and knuckles down. Generally, though, he keeps ahead of his schoolwork. He's quiet in class for the most part unless he's super confident about the answer. Most of the time, he's rolling his eyes at the stupid questions and keeping his notes immaculately neat. Growing up with Noah, Dante learned vicariously how to twist people to get his own way, something he's reluctant to do, but if the situation calls for a little arm-twisting to get what he wants, Dante will do it.

With his friends, the few people he allows to get close to him, Dante is pretty open. He's a ride or die kind of friend and stands by his friends through thick and thin. If you were a friend of Dante's and he's cut you out, you've screwed up big time. He's very good at reading people, which drove his mom mad when he was asking about Christmas presents, and it's often got him into trouble since he's reluctant to let things lie if a friend's in trouble.



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F A M I L Y
Noah Lawson Father|| 40|| Lawyer
Noah and Chiara had known each other through their parents. Richard, Noah's father, was a business partner with Chiara's father, and the two met as teenagers at a business function. Noah was smitten with Chiara from the word go. While 22 might seem a young age to be settling down and starting a family, Noah and Chiara had officially been an item for five years or so. They had waited for Noah to finish his pre-law degree before he and Chiara married. He traveled between New York and Turin while he was completing law school. When he finally graduated, he moved to Turin on a more permanent basis to be with Chiara and Dante. The constant traveling between New York and Turin did take its toll on the young couple, and Noah felt he was missing out on raising Dante. When he broached the subject of them moving to New York with him, Chiara was surprisingly happy with that idea. True love's young dream has turned somewhat sour. As they grew up, he grew into a different person and so did Chiara. He spends more time at work now than he does at home and sleeps in a separate room to his wife, such is the state of their marriage now.

Chiara Lawson (nee Ricci) Mother|| 39|| Model
While Noah might have been smitten with Chiara from the start, it took Chiara a little longer to warm to the odd American boy who asked her dance. Still, they were an item for a long time, and still are, even if Noah refuses to go to relationship counseling. With her career as a model beginning to gain traction, she was more than worried when she fell pregnant shortly after she and Noah married. It could end her career if she didn't get back into shape quickly, or if she had too many stretch marks. Her mama calmed her down. She was young, it would be easier on her body. And if not, the agents were stupid people anyway and there were better jobs for a smart girl like her. She demanded Noah flew home for the birth, threatening that she would divorce him and join a commune if he wasn't there. She was hopelessly in love with Noah, and Dante when he arrived. Even with the arguments, she still loves her husband. Hell, she moved halfway across the world for him. If that wasn't a huge sign that she wanted them to work, she's not sure what is.



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H I S T O R Y
Dante Lawson was born in Turin, Italy to Chiara Ricci, a model and socialite, and Noah Lawson, a lawyer favoured by the wealthy and privileged. Money was not an issue for the Lawson family. As well as his parents' respective careers, both of them had come from money themselves, so there was no shortage of wealthy relatives waiting to dote on baby Dante. As the first grandchild, he was spoilt rotten by his grandparents while his parents were both working. When he was a little older, he started traveling with his mom. If the media got one thing right about his parents, it's that Chriara adored her son. Noah was a slightly more absent parent, but the young Dante looked forward to his father's visits. They always spent the weekends exploring the Riviera. There were worse places to grow up than the Italian Riviera and he was rarely away from society during the summer.

Dante spent his first five years living in Turin before Chiara decided to follow her husband to New York to be closer to him. It wasn't like they would exactly be slumming it in New York. They still spent the summer in Turin with Chiara's family, but the majority of Dante's time was spent in the concrete jungles of New York with his nanny, Rosa. Chiara's career as a model picked up once they had moved to New York, meaning that she had less time for her boy. Rosa was left with detailed instructions on how to look after Dante so he didn't become a totally spoiled devil. Spoiling him was strictly his grandparents' territory. His entire education has been private, from kindergarten to high school.

With his mother being such a public figure, there was always a media interest in their lives, which extended to Dante when it became clear that he had inherited the family looks, and wasn't averse to pushing the boundaries. From the outside looking in, it seemed that Dante had it all. He was young, gorgeous, wealthy, with two parents who were hopelessly in love and devoted to him. It was the same for most of the people on the Upper East Side. Life was sparkling on the outside, but it was very different on the inside. While the media painted Chiara and Noah Lawson as the perfect couple; childhood sweethearts, independently successful, gorgeous, and totally in love. The reality was very different. While they tried to protect Dante from the worst of it, he overheard a lot of their arguments and wasn't naive enough to miss that they slept in different rooms. Their relationship was all a front for the media. Reputation is priceless on the Upper East Side, irrespective of the truth.

Having grown up with this trainwreck during his early teens, Dante decided that relationships weren't his deal. Not yet. Falling in love too young had ruined his parents and he wasn't going to make the same mistake. Sure, he loved both his parents, but he wasn't about to follow their life path. He was relatively popular at school and had a close-knit circle of friends and a string of lovers. He much prefers casual flings to anything remotely meaningful. He rarely calls back, unless both parties know that it's just sex. It's going to take someone pretty special to get Dante to change his promiscuous ways right now, and he's not sure he knows anyone like that.



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T A L E N T S
Is fluent in Italian and English. He can hold a conversation in Spanish, and knows a dash Swiss and Austrian.
Dante is a pretty good dancer if he does say so himself.
Professional coffee drinker.

W E A K N E S S E S
A pretty face.
A good time.


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So begins...

Dante Lawson's Story

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Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Moon Eo-jin Character Portrait: Liam Summers Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Dante Lawson Character Portrait: Lily Delaney-Scott Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein Character Portrait: Moriah Goldman Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds Character Portrait: Tristan Dupond Character Portrait: Nishimura Akio Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson Character Portrait: Ivan Johnson
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S E P T E M B E Rx2 5 T H,x2 0 1 7

7:05 am. It is the morning of the first day back to school for both the Constance Billard girls and the St. Jude's boys. By now, many of them should be up and planning how they're going to take on the day. The extra eager students will be on their way to the school to help set up for the welcome back assembly which will take place at 8:30 am. However for one student, they don't care about rushing into school to help nor precisely planning the perfect back to school outfit - instead, they are sat behind a computer screen typing furiously. Finally happy, they quickly press post and throw on some clothes in the hopes they won't be late to school, not that anyone would notice anyway...

'Good morning Upper East Side, I hope you've all had a good rest because this year is gonna filled with more drama and chaos than any other. I'll make sure of that.

The first day back to school means those first impressions are going to be crucial. No matter how long you may have been at the school, you better bring your a game or risk being shot right down the social ladder. Let's see if Queen Bee Clara Chase can keep her crown or if one of her minions will finally be able to claw their way to the top. Speaking of, what's a Queen without her King? Oh wait, she doesn't have one. Seems like no one can stand Queen Bee-atch long enough, not even to get in her pants. Well, unless playboy Dante Lawson can finally find his way into the heart of the one girl at school he hasn't, hm, gotten friendly with.

And what about the minions, seems like pretty Primrose Reynolds has found herself a man in new money - Tristan Dupond - I guess we'll have to wait to find out if he'll ever love her as much as she loves herself. Oh, and how could I forget the resident 'bad bitch' Nurys Johnson, even she's managed to snag herself a desperate cool girl wannabe in Moriah Goldman. Seems like Clara really is the only one sleeping on her own these days, can you believe it? The Queen being outdone by her servants and enemies. How the mighty have fallen.

All this gossip and more has gotten me so excited for the start of this term, and the prospect of spilling all your dirty little secrets is exactly what keeps me going. The bitch is back.

You know you love me,
xoxo gossip girl.'

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"This again?" Her usually pretty face wore a scowl, eyes scanning over the screen of her phone. Primrose certainly didn't appreciate that snarky comment about her from Gossip Girl, yet assumed it'd be something that'd eventually blow over. In fact, she was so absorbed in her phone, she didn't even hear Noah briskly make his way over to the dinner table where she was eating her breakfast. Salmon, egg, and spinach, nothing quite like it to start off the day. "Primrose, why aren't you ready yet? You're going to be late! Mama said if you aren't ready in ten minutes, she'll shove you out of the door herself." With a slight roll of her eyes, she ever so gracefully shoved the last fork full of egg into her mouth and stood up. "Tell her I just need to put my shoes on. You're making it out like I'm still in my pyjamas or something..." She muttered the last sentence under her breath, casting a glance over her outfit before turning back to her brother with a smile. "Go get dressed, super model of the world, I need you to drive me this morning." Watching as he rolled his eyes, Prim only blew her brother a kiss before hurrying up to the downstairs closet to find her shoes.

Now, she was aware that heels weren't allowed, but that's never stopped her before. Sliding them onto her feet to give herself that much needed height boost, Prim strutted over to the mirror, checking over herself until her brother came and told her to get into the car. The drive to school gave her the opportunity to go through her phone and check her messages and social medias.


From: Bad Boy Frenchy ❀ / Tristan
Good Morning, gorgeous. Have you made your way to school yet?


Usually, she would have called Tristan just to hear his voice. But because she was late and her brother was looking over at her goofy smile, she figured it'd be better not to. She didn't need another lecture on how careful a girl like her should be around boys like him. It's only put her in a bad mood and Primrose didn't want that for her first day back.


From: Clara
Hey hey! Are you on your way?


To: Bad Boy Frenchy ❀ / Tristan
I'm on my way now, babe. Fancy going for coffee or something after school? I missed you.


To: Clara
Yeah, I'm literally around the corner. See you soon.


To: ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΠΎΡ‚ (idiot) / Dante
You coming in today? Or are you too busy recovering from a hangover?


The car pulled up outside of school, and Primrose looked out of it with a small groan. Noah offered his encouraging world, babbling on about creativity, or something like that. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll walk home or get a cab tonight, okay?" After sliding out of the car, she hurriedly walked into the school and towards her locker to dump her emergency makeup bag that was stashed away in her backpack. Her mind went back to the Gossip Girl post, but she quickly shook it off. I'm in for one hell of a day... She thought to herself.

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Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Dante Lawson Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein Character Portrait: Moriah Goldman Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds Character Portrait: Sam Myers
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Using the student council's little helpers around, Clara almost wanted to beam with pride at how well the assembly was going to turn out. The President in charge was wrapped around Clara's finger so whatever she wanted from him, he gladly gave her. Her request to have the main speaker be the President of Yale college was easy enough to convince. Light hors d'oeuvres were being provided by Summers family. They have a child here, not that Clara knows who the child is. Everything was turning out perfect. Now, all she needs was her group. Clara wasn't going to bother Moriah about not showing up yet. Today was Moriah's last day with her whole family before they all jet off to take care of their business. Clara knew how rare it could be to get a whole family together. Moriah would show up soon, hopefully in time for the assembly and without her girlfriend. It seemed odd to Clara how two of her friends seemed to enjoy dating people she despised.

Her phone buzzed, and Clara was quick to check it. Primrose and Willow would be on their way. Now, she needed Dante, Penelope, and Sam. Penelope's absence was quickly solved when Clara felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Please tell me you've remembered to breathe since you read the blast."
"My breathing has been perfect. All of it put into managing this assembly. I'm glad to see you got here!"

Clara gave the girl a quick side hug before telling one of the freshman to move the lemon squares next to the cookies. Didn't she memorize the food table chart? Useless. Madison was sent to drinks for all the girls and finally returned. It was Madison's turn to go get coffee, but Clara knew the girl was displeased. Truthfully, it wasn't even her turn. Clara overheard a rumor being spread about her and some hookup she had with some older guy. The rumor was clearly false, not backed by any evidence. Clara didn't have any proof on who spread it, but Madison has always had a thing for gossip. Therefore, she was on coffee duty. It was one of the more menial tasks Clara gave to her followers.

"I got the coffee, Clara. One vanilla latte for Penelope and a vanilla bean Frappuccino with raspberry syrup for you."
"You took longer than normal. I hope some older guy wasn't distracting you." While Madison was skilled at a poker face, the faint blush on her neck told Clara everything she needed to know. Madison was not to be trusted. "Thank you. Now, go get my books. It's your turn to carry them today." The red haired girl didn't reply before leaving. Clara smiled mischievously at Penelope before taking a drink of her coffee. "By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

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Location: Penthouse ---> School
Mood: Calm
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Sam heard his phone buzz from his dreamy daze. Rolling over in bed, he reached out for it. What the hell is that? Sam thought as he felt an object between him and his nightstand. He pried his eyes open to see one of the maids laying half naked in bed with him. Sam smiled to himself. Oh yeah... Sam carefully reached over the young woman and snagged his phone from its charger. 7:05. Sam sat up surveying the room around him. Things hadn't gotten too crazy the night before. He spotted a couple of half finished bottles of expensive liquor on the counter and a trail of clothes leading from the pool table to the bed. Sam shrugged, glancing at the maid while he decided whether or not to clean up the mess or leave it for her. He opted to start on it himself, but he would leave her clothes on the floor. Springing out of bed, Sam quickly placed all of his things. back in their places. Sam was one of those people who has no problems functioning early in the morning. Once his feet hit the floor, he is ready to go.

With one last survey of the room, Sam headed to the the bathroom for his shower. After about 10 minutes, he stepped out into his now steamed up bathroom, dried off, and pulled out one of his several shirts to go with his uniform. He didn't really bother with his hair, just shaking it around with his hand and letting it fall. He didn't have anyone to impress at school. They all worshipped him anyway. Sam threw on his signature scarf and headed back into the main room for a morning drink. Picking up his phone, he realized that what had initially woke him up was a notification from Gossip Girl. To his surprise, he wasn't mentioned. Not that he cared. Sam enjoyed the drama that the reborn mystery gossip line brought the teens of the Upper Eastside. He was a little bothered by what Gossip Girl had said about Clara though. Sam had already started to feel Clara breathing down his neck. He knew that in here eyes the two of them were supposed to date due to social statuses. This wouldn't help matters. It isn't like Sam doesn't like Clara. She's hot. They get along. He knows her and her family well. It would reflect well on him. It's just Sam doesn't know if he is in the mood to settle down, and he wouldn't want to hurt someone he actually cares about. Plus, there's always been this unsaid thing between her and Dante... speaking of Dante. Sam glanced back down at his phone to send his best friend a text, along with a couple others.

To: Dante the Dogg
I've got a saucy Latino in my bed if you want to stop by and make a pass. Either way, you better be at school on time.

To: Prim
You at school yet? I'm gonna try and get there at least a few minutes early to help in the auditorium. It's either that or hear about how lazy I am from Clara...

To: Driver
Pick me up a vanilla bean frap from Starbucks will ya? See you in 20. Don't be late.


Sam put back the last few sips of his drink in one gulp, took one more glance at his overnight guest, and head out the door. His driver was right on time. Sam reread the Gossip Girl post on the short drive to school, and he arrived at 8 on the dot. It took him about 5 minutes to walk to the gymnasium. On his way there he surveyed the new faces... especially the freshman girls. He came away generally unimpressed, although not every girl was a duckling. As he approached the doors of the gym, Sam could already hear Clara buzzing around the place way too fast for her own good. He smirked as he approached her from behind, catching the tail end of her question to Penelope. "By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

Sam tapped Clara on the shoulder softly. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." He threw his best mischievous smile her way.

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Dante Lawson

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Dante snickered to himself as he read the blast. Clearly the new Gossip Girl didn't know as much as they were letting on. No doubt there would be some new faces he could turn the charm on, and a few who had been very clear in their refusal. What Gossip Girl did have right was that Clara was definitely in his sights. What was going to happen there, Dante couldn't say. It was complex, in his own mind at least, and had great potential to become very messy. And being king meant knocking his best friend off his throne, and Dante wasn't about to do that.

Dante's attention was caught by the clicking of footsteps and he looked up from his phone to see the new maid attending to her duties. He looked her up and down. She was maybe a few years older than Dante, late twenties at the most unless she was aging exceptionally well. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr Lawson, I don't mean to disturb you."

And Eastern European. God his dad was such a cliche.

Dante smiled and waved away her apology. "I had to be up for school anyway. Don't worry about it." Dante finished the first of his many coffees of the day. "I don't think I caught your name."

"Milena, Mr Lawson."

"Milena," Dante echoed. "Hopefully you'll be sticking around a while." Dante shrugged his blazer on and picked up his school bag. "And it was a pleasure to finally meet you." His eyes were firmly glued to the back of her thighs as she cleaned down the kitchen counter. His phone buzzed, bringing him back to reality.

"Goodbye Mr Lawson."

Dante smiled to himself and began heading down to the lobby. The elevator doors binged close and Dante opened his messages.

To: Fastidioso (Primrose)
Alas, no. Hangovers are for the weak. Why? Do you have one?


To: Sam
As much as I would like to, I would be late for school if I did.

And my dad hired a new maid. I swear he's so cliche it's painful




The car pulled up outside the gate to St Jude's and Dante stepped out. There was a buzz about the place that there hadn't been for a while. At least Gossip Girl was going to make this semester interesting. Given the content of the blast, Dante decided to give Clara and her minions a wide berth.

To: Fastidioso
Save me a seat


Dante came into the shared hall and quickly ducked when he spotted Clara and her minions. He took a seat at the back of the hall. He dropped his bag on the seat next to him.

To: Fastidioso
Or I'll save you one. Back right.






Penelope Von Dietrichstein

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"My breathing has been perfect. All of it put into managing this assembly. I'm glad to see you got here!"


Penelope squeezed her friend for a brief moment before taking her usual place at Clara's side. "And risk missing the first day of school? Never."

Penelope took her coffee from Madison with a quiet thanks. Clearly, Madison was in the bad books with Clara again. Penelope sipped her coffee while Madison was scolded. She made a small 'oh' with her lips when the older guy was mentioned. That little chestnut then.

"By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Penelope looked over her shoulder. Sam was smiling at Clara. "Behold my amazing summoning skills." she uttered over the rim of her coffee cup. She liked Sam, the problem was Penelope was pretty certain Clara had her sights on Sam. She wasn't sure if Clara held their friendship in high enough regard to not throw her under the bus to get Sam first. And Sam was a whole heap of trouble wrapped up with a very pretty bow. The media storm would be ridiculous and Penelope was going to keep that from her family's doorstep.

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Character Portrait: Willow GarcΓ­a Character Portrait: Liam Summers Character Portrait: Clara Chase Character Portrait: Dante Lawson Character Portrait: Penelope von Dietrichstein Character Portrait: Primrose Reynolds Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson Character Portrait: Ivan Johnson Character Portrait: Sam Myers
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xx β™• Clara Chase β™•
xxxxiixxx hex ~ #8e44ad
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Clara smiled as she looked around the hall. The hall looked great, so much better than last year. How Clara manages to do better each year baffles even her at times. It would've been nice if a few more of group had helped, or just showed up. Some were blameless, others had excuses, but the ones who didn't bother to say anything annoyed her the most. Speaking of annoyance, Sam finally arrived. Lateness wasn't uncommon for the Queen's King, but the first day wasn't the time to be late.

"If I knew devil worship would get you here, I would've done it sooner... it would've been nice if you showed up."

His mischevious smile didn't work on her as much as he thought it did. Her look of disapproval faded into a sigh. 'Not much I can do about it now.' She'll be nice about it for their friendship. The resident Queen and King Bee have been friends for years, their mothers putting them together. Sam was her social equal in every way. Clara couldn't help thinking of the Gossip Girl post. Sam may not be hers in a romantic sense, but things could happen. Everyone thought they were both cute and scary together. The fact that they weren't kept stories going of how she's a terrible that nobody could stand to be near her. There is nothing wrong with waiting for someone special, but it would be nice cease the rumors.

Clara's eyes caught movement in the back of the hall. Dante Lawson, another one of Clara's more complicated relationships. The playboy looked good today, but he always dressed impressively. Clara always had a fondness for the playboy. He's charming, attractive, and shared her love of finer things. However, his reputation stopped Clara from acting on her fascination. She wasn't going to be another knotch in his bedpost. Still, he could've said hello instead of ignoring everyone.

More of her group began to arrive: Prim first then Willow. Primrose had to see her boyfriend. Clara wanted to gag thinking about it. Her friends had the habit of dating people she didn't like, but Clara wasn't in the position to meddle. Her friend was happy and she'd be cordial, somewhat. Next was Willow, the frenemy. She's fresh blood and still open for molding. Clara smiled.

"We better find our seats. We have bigger things to talk about after: Sam's back to school party. Just warning you," turning to look at Sam, "If strippers show up I'm not coming."

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xx β–² Tristan Dupond β–Ό
xxxxxxiixxx hex ~ #854008
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"Oh you know, the typical not wearing a blazer crap. You'd think this school would take a hint, but nah." Seeing her face made the mornings better, especially today. Everyone was buzzing about some assembly, but it was just another powerplay by the Queen Bee. Tristan typically ditched these events, but he was already on a thin ice with the faculty. His step-father was the only reason he hasn't been expelled. 'Rich people and their power.'

Nurys little display didn't make Tristan's day any easier. The rivalry between the two musicians wasn't lost on him. Having a girlfriend who one of his friends didn't like wasn't easy. Tristan understands though. He wouldn't deny that Primrose has had it easier in life than some of his friends. Nurys had to work harder than Prim when it comes to their music careers. Although Tristan would never say this to Prim, but he does think it. "Relax, she's harmless." Well, Nurys is dangerous, but the flirting and overly affectionate attitude was just to piss off Primrose. The two both have their relationships and aren't planning to ruin it over some feud.

His grilfriend running off to see her friends wasn't completely uncommon. Did it bother Tristan? Yeah, but he can't say he's not used to it. Tristan chuckled thinking about it. How his past two relationships both were close with his enemies was laughable. Some say he loves the drama and he'd laugh along with it. His life is already a TV drama so might as well just go along with it."Go see your friends, it's fine. But no sitting next to Sam. I'll sit next to anybody else." As much as Tristan didn't like the Queen Bee, her king was even worse. Clara reluctantly accepted the relationship, but Sam has been meddling since the beginning. Being trapped next to Clara was more tolerable.

Tristan moved witht the crowd as everyone was making their way to the school hall. He let out a low whistle at the sight of it. Although it was the student council's task to plan and decorate the assembly, they just followed Clara's orders. She did a nice job, though Tristan wouldn't say that to her face. The catering looked amazing, Liam's family must have done it. Tristan recognized those sweets anywhere. Speaking of which, he hasn't arrived neither has Ivan. He'd have texted then, but Tristan could feel the staff's eyes on him. Maybe later...

Tristan noticed the school's resident playboy in the back. Dante was definitely in his good books. Tristan took a seat in front of Dante, turning around to face him. "Have any fun lately or hoping for that forbidden one?" Tristan couldn't help poking at Dante and Clara's... sexual tension. It's so funny. "Speaking of fun, am I still uninvited from the back to school bash?

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Sam smiled at Penelope's response. but his smile faded upon hearing the clawback from Clara, "If I knew devil worship would get you here, I would've done it sooner... it would've been nice if you showed up." She was always the only one who could get to him with piercing words. Not that he really thought she was serious. Her wit was one of the more attractive things about her. He gave a quick fake frown but immediately flipped it into a nervous smile. Scratching the back of his head, he responded. "Yeah, you know New York traffic can be a bitch... kind of like someone I know," Sam busted into laughter to make sure it was clear that he was joking. Not that Clara even seemed to notice. He followed her gaze all the way to Dante in the back of the assembly. Of course. Sam rolls his eyes. He'd be an idiot not to notice the rising tension between his best friend and Clara. He shook it off and made a mental note to catch up with Dante after the assembly, as he was certain he would get drug along to sit with Clara and the girls.

Almost on cue, Clara pronounced that the set up was done, ordering everyone to follow her to grab seats. Sam fell in line behind Prim as he heard Clara bring up his party. "If strippers show up I'm not coming." He shook his head in laughter. "No worries hun. You girls and too much alcohol will be entertainment enough I'm sure." He was glad Clara had brought the party up though. He had forgotten to remind his driver to pick up the drinks. He slid his phone out of his pocket as he sat down next to Prim, being sure to throw a spiteful look back towards Tristan before he returned his attention to his message.

To: Driver
Forgot to tell you to pick up some drinks. Buy 20 six packs of Smirnoff Ice for the girls. Get plenty of beer for the guys. Get some vodka and some whiskey... plenty of sprite and coke for people to mix with. And buy a new lock for the liquor cabinet. We don't want anyone getting into my expensive shit. Just leave it all in the penthouse, and tell the maid to clean up and make a bunch of finger foods. I'll see you after school.

To: Gossip Girl
You mind advertising my party? You know when and where. The more people the better. I'm sure you'll be there yourself...


Sam was a regular GG tipper as he liked the drama it brought into his world. He felt he had built a good deal of credit with, not that it ever stopped her from posting about him. Sam smiled to himself thinking about the night ahead. This was his third year having this party, and it had gotten crazier every year. Clara's comment referred to the previous year, when, in their drunken glee, Dante and Sam had called a couple of strippers to crash the party. Of course, all the guys stuck around, but most of his closer girl friends left. He honestly wanted a good time for everyone, and Sam knew well enough that a mixture of solid location, good games, and plenty of alcohol would provide that. Him and Dante had a few things up their sleeve to make it interesting. He turned his attention to Prim when he realized he had hardly acknowledged her yet, "So I assume lover boy is gonna let you come tonight... I guess he can be your plus one. Don't tell him I let him come without an argument though." Sam rolled his eyes. Prim knew that Sam and Tristan had mutual disdain for one another. Sam didn't see any reason to sugarcoat it. In his opinion, Prim deserved better. He knew there was a line on what he could say though, and he often approached it without crossing it. His goal was never to offend Prim.

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"Oh, well they came to the bakery, and Pops introduced us. It was awkward, because he went on and on about how we were similar. But I just felt weird. Oh and you know definitely I won't do that without Nury." the male spoke as they pulled up to the school, he would park his car in his spot and turn it off, grabbing his drink. Getting out of the car, he would tug on Ivan's arm playfully, making an inside joke as they were cutting it close to being late. Taking out his phone, he would send a text to Tristan.

Superboy
MSG:save me a seat, we just got here :(

Now, Liam was never late.....for school. For other things, yes, but school was something he was barely late for. He normally had excuses for being so but never bothered with them. He would shrug as he and Ivan walked through the hallways and eventually made their way to the auditorium. Searching for a familiar temperamental male, Liam eventually spotted Tristan. Who was sitting in front of......Dante Lawson. Liam knew he hung around Sam, and he wasn't very fond of him. But, Liam was not one to judge a person by their surrounding. Timidly the boy would sit in a seat on Tristan's right hoping he wasn't intruding and face forward towards the assembly, smelling his father's bakery goods.