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Liam Summers

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

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N A M E
William Alexander Summers

N I C K N A M E (S)
Liam | Common | Liked
Willie | Uncomon | Indifferent

B I R T H D A Y
March 3rd, 2000 | Seventeen

S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual

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

H E X
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S T Y L E
Liam seems to prefer wearing jackets, with no distinctive design. He's often seen wearing his uncle's old jacket, just simply because he took an interest in it. Underneath he often wears some sort of t-shirts. It's assumed he wears contacts, rather than the glasses he was prescribed, because he doesn't want to look like the extremely nerdy kid. When in school uniform, he doesn't seem to stray to far of it.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'6" | 132lbs.

A P P E A R A N C E
Odd enough, Liam looks more like his uncle than his own parents. He has dark brown hair, that he keeps cut short so he could bruhs it out of his face. He keeps the sides and back of his hair cut short, because it bothers him to have long hair there. He has a pale skin tone, due to never leaving his home. He does have scars on his hands and body due to him mishandling glass items in his uncle's home and dropping them.



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L I K E S
Liam has a deep love for songwriting, and loves writing love songs. It seems to inspire him into being who he is, and allows him to express himself freely. He is often seen spending time with his uncles, due to them practically raising him for his parents not wanting him. Liam is a hardcore hopeless romantic, and enjoys all aspects of the act of love. He greatly enjoys reading, primarily romance or fantasy novels. His other likes are photography, romantic comedies, and playing guitar.

D I S L I K E S
Within understandable reason, Liam hates his parents, primarily because they gave him up without a second guess. He doesn't like bullies, obnoxious people or people who think they're better than everyone. He sees them as people who obviously won't make it far in life with their insecurities. Liam has a tendency to talk down on himself, because he feels like it's his fault he wasn't good enough for his family. Being alone, is another thing Liam hates. He doesn't like the feeling of being left alone anywhere, but his social skills seem to contradict this on several levels. He just doesn't like social confrontation. He hates the feeling that he's being watched. His other dislikes include bullies, alcoholics, and loud places.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Reserved | Caring | Passive | Passionate

Liam is a reserved individual, keeping to himself, and staying in the background. This seems to be a significant person of his personality, leaving him to be rather socially awkward. Liam doesn't truly know how to do deal with social circumstances, due to his awkwardness around people. He doesn't do well with them. So the male keeps to himself, with glee, though he does sometimes feel like it's not a good thing for him.

He often will attempt to make friends, but seems to be unable to speak to other people, when he wants to. He tends to stammer in conversation, making it rather hard for him to get his speech across. He simply speaks with his songwriting. One part of Liam is that he truly cares about people. His main personality trait, aside from his shyness, is that he's willing to do things for others. He's ready to place himself in front of a bullet for those he loves, and this is shown purely by him and his uncles. He just simply tends to place others before himself and sees no issue with it. It's unknown how he came about this personality trait, but it has become a prominent thing of Liam's being. Liam has a way with his loved ones, that make him seem too humble. He often cooks for his uncles, to show his appreciation and caring nature. He seems to be very good with children, due to having a nurturing personality. Liam has a tendency to let people run all over him. His uncles often say he needs to stick up for himself, and stop letting people bully him. He just simply can't confront people, so he appears passive. If there's one thing fiery about Liam, is that it's his passion. He has a creative drive, that he seems to go hours without eating and drinking. He gets so lost in music, nothing seems to stop him.




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F A M I L Y
Mariah Matthews (nee. Summers) | Mother | 37 | Partner at Matthews, Jameson, and Williams Law Firm
Liam and his mother, have a very disruptive relationship. She wishes to apologize for his father and her giving him to his uncles, but Liam can never forgive her. He simply refuses to talk to her, and sometimes he'll blatantly ignore her.

Mitchell Matthews | Father | 43 | Senior Partner at Matthews, Jameson, and Williams Law Firm
Mitchell has never seen eye to eye with Liam. The little, Liam has spoke to the male, it normally ends in Liam visually shaking in anger. His father doesn't approve of his intrest in music, or photography. He thinks it's something for females, or as he puts it "queers. So there's a deep hatred between the two.

Alecsander Summers | Uncle/Adoptive Father | 40 | Owner of Sweet Tooth Cafe
Liam has a personal love for his uncle, he often goes to him when he is in trouble. And aside from his other uncle, he's one of the few people in exsitecence that Liam doesn't stutter around. Liam often calls his uncle lame and everything, he simply does it out of a joke. Alecsander was the one who encouraged Mitchell and Mariah for Liam, so he wouldn't end up in an orphanage. He doesn't understand how his own sister, could abandon her son for another kid she would raise correctly. So, Alecsander and Liam, have a connection similar to that of a parent and child.

Robert Summers (nee. Dean) | Uncle/Adoptive Father | 38 | Actor / Comedian
Robert is probably one of Liam's greatest influences and encouragements in his music. He's the more masculine influence in Liam's life. While Alecsander taught Liam baking and sewing, Robert was teaching Liam the basics of car repair, how to treat people. Essentially how to be a man, without toxic masculinity.



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H I S T O R Y
To begin with, Mariah and Mitchell didn't want a child to start with. But one rainy March night, they were gifted with one. Both of his parents were law students, who had been in a serious relationship. When she was pregnant, she looked to her older brother for help.

A man, she had barely talked to since he left for New York, and cut himself off from his family. But she pleaded him to take the child when it was born, and he agreed, on the agreement the unborn child new from birth that he was his uncle. So they made a contract, a legal one, and the agreement was settled. Mitchell and Mariah got married withing three months of the pregnancy, due to not wishing for the baby to born out of wedlock.

After his birth, Mariah cut off all contact with her brother and his husband. Leaving them an ample amount of money, though they had their own. They placed it in a college fund and would raise the boy like their own. Liam from the beginning, new he wasn't his fathers' kid, and he didn't mind.

He wasn't wanted by his real parents, though that lead him to have trust issues and insecurity issues when they had a baby girl. But he was happy, the two men encouraged him to pursue whatever he wanted. He was encouraged to express himself in any way fit, so they weren't surprised when he came out as gay.

People often bullied Liam for having two dads, and later for coming out as gay. His parents told him, that they were simply insecure and he should try his best to ignore them. Though he tried, being physically harassed and mentally harmed by his peers, caused him to wish to fade in the background. So the once extroverted child, in love with life. Became a child that hid in the shadows, and watched the world go by around him.



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T A L E N T S
Liam has shown to be trilingual and very fluent in English, Spanish, and Italian. His parents have urged him to take several dance classes, specifically ballet and contemporary. His primary talent is songwriting, and playign the guitar allowing him to creatively express himself. Taking care of children has also seemed to be a talent of his, due to his kind and nurturing nature. Liam has a talent of baking, and cooking. His father trained him in those arts, and he's also been shown to be decent at photography.


W E A K N E S S E S
Social interaction seems to be a main default in his personality leaving him unable to really work in groups to his full potential. He also hasanti-social tendencies due to his history with the school, he just tries to avoid the populous. Confrontation seems to be another big default of his, he seems to crumble when confronted by other people. Chocolate doughnuts and french vanilla iced coffee, seem to be a major weakness of his. When angry at things, or unwilling to do something, it's common someone can bribe him to do things with the promise of the two items.


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So begins...

Liam Summers's Story

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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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"IT WAS ONE NIGHT! I'M SORRY I DIDN'T CALL YOU THIS ONE TIME!... HE SHOULDN'T HAVE TALKING SHIT ABOUT MY GRADES! SO I'M NOT SCHOLAR OF THE FUCKING YEAR!... Fine, whatever." Tristan angrily hung up his cellphone and then kicked the nearest wall. The onlookers on the street gave him an odd look, but he only gave them a glare. It didn't appease his anger, but it did help a bit. His mother and him got into another argument about how he didn't call her after storming out last night. It was the night before school started and his step-dad, Aaron, was telling him that this year his grades were going to be important. Tristan naturally got defensive about it since his grades were fine. He wasn't an all A student, but he made a fair number of A's and B's. The discussion escalated to a fight. It didn't turn physical, but Tristan wanted to wipe that unimpressed look off Aaron's face. He left the house, sleeping over at his Dad's apartment since he gave Tristan a key. Normally, he would've gone to Liam, Moon, or the Johnson's place, but he didn't feel like talking. He just wanted to sleep before going to the hell hole known as St. Jude's. Well, it wasn't complete hell since he met some of his best friends there, but it was bad enough that he would've skipped if it wouldn't piss off his mother more.

It didn't take long for him to get to school. He looked up at the building, secretly wishing it would explode in a blaze of fire. He didn't care about this place or this assembly the school was so excited for. He noticed the Queen Bitch and her coattails following behind her. The school was so stereotypical it was sickening. Luckily, she didn't notice him, but then again she didn't notice 'trash,' her affectionate nickname for Tristan, like him. He could feel the student's eyes on him as Tristan went to his locker. When he called out Clara for being who she is, everyone kept their distance, not wanting ton invoke her wrath. He understood, but that didn't mean it didn't suck. Luckily, he had the Johnson kids, Liam, and the love of his life to keep him from going to crazy. Primrose was the best thing he got out of his dumb school, but even with her on his arm, people still treated him like the plague. Not that, that was his reason for dating her. She was almost like a guardian angel in his life, keeping him grounded. Though he wouldn't admit, he missed her. Pulling out his phone, since the school couldn't take it away because school hadn't started, Tristan sent a message to Prim, as well as his other friends.

To: Angel of Music ❀ // Primrose
Good Morning, gorgeous. Have you made your way to school yet?

To: Wonder Twin #1 // Liam
Duuuuuuddeee... where you at?

To: Little Johnson // Ivan
Please save me from the hell that is this school ☠

To: Main Boo // Nury
Where's my babe? I need you to survive the Queen Bitch

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Character Portrait: Liam Summers Character Portrait: Moriah Goldman Character Portrait: Tristan Dupond Character Portrait: Nurys Johnson Character Portrait: Ivan Johnson

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"You're late," Nurys announced rather succinctly. She didn't even hesitate when snatching up one of the ceramic traveler mugs that her panting brother got from his summer job at Starbucks and took a sip through the sharp look he gave her. He always put her coffee - the Intenso Dark blend from Lavazza Roast Coffee, with only a splash of milk and a tablespoon of sugar - in the rose-striped Anna Sui mug Nurys had fallen in love with when she had come to antagonize him during one of his shifts.

"You." Pant. "Ain't." Pant. "Shit."

Nurys only rolled her eyes behind her oversized hippie sunglasses with a very blatant you're-an-idiot vibe coming from the shaking of her head. "Bet ya won't not let me set yo alarm in the morning now," she shot back and took another sip of her drink and began walking, the sound of the AlaΓ―a cut-out heels clicking along the asphalt. Honestly, Nurys felt as if she was owed a reward. She hadn't protested much when her alarm had gone off and even kicked on Ivan's door until he snapped for her to stop before going off to eat breakfast. She ate her food, made sure her bag was packed, and finished a mug of coffee before going about her day. She even put up with one of Michelle's speeches without so much as one vitriolic retort, even though it had been at the tip of her tongue. She deserved praise for that, actually, but of course she wasn't going to get it. The skirt wasn't too short, she didn't have anything on that said "fuck you," even though she considered it, and although the color would definitely make a nun or two side-eye her, Nurys was pretty sure her hair was a lot more tolerable than the one time she showed up with so many beads that each step was a cacophonous symphony.

Ivan, on the other hand, had promptly fallen back asleep once his sister's footsteps had retreated. His insomnia happened to be pretty bad last night and while Nurys probably could have offered something, he hated bothering her on the good nights. By the time it had occurred to him that Nurys' bedroom was too quiet, Ivan's real alarm had gone off as the final warning that they needed to be on the walking out the door. Which meant that he had to speed through a wash-up and teeth-brushing ritual and throw on the first set of uniform he could find. Luckily, his bag was packed, but he had only enough time to receive the disapproving look from Michelle, an amused giggle from Katiana who had watched him bounce around trying to get his feet into his shoes, and two traveler mugs of coffee. He couldn't even grab a muffin off of the counter.

"You still ain't shit." He told his sister when his breathing was more regulated and he had officially fallen in line with her, taking a few large drinks of his own coffee. His required more sugar and milk, but it was a welcome container of diabetes to him. He needed the extra pep in his step. Without warning, a bundle wrapped in layers of paper towel was dangled in his face by his sister's manicured hand. He glanced at her face to see a raised eyebrow above the left eye lens.

"You sure about that?" Nurys inquired, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement as she playfully kept the warm bundle just out of her brother's reach. Finally, Ivan sighed, giving her a withering glare before conceding. "Fine, fine. You ain't ain't shit...which isn't even English, but whatever. Gimme," he said and Nurys grinned, releasing her gift. "I am the shit," she corrected. "Never forget that, baby boy." Ivan rolled his eyes as he unraveled his prize, revealing a bacon-and-cheesy-scrambled-egg-sandwich that she had put on toast with cream cheese and jelly. He only offered a "yeah, yeah, yeah" before digging in. Nurys tossed him a smug look and pulled out her phone to see who had messaged her and check who responded to the Gossip Girl blog. It never failed that one idiot would reply to it as if their being mad was going to change what was said, and then there would be an entire chain of that one person getting slammed. Nurys liked having a healthy laugh before she went and became the bane of half of her teachers' existence.

To: Tristan// Future Husband
Dont need 2 survive a bitch who aint a factor. tell dat out-of-the-box built body bitch 2 kiss ur ass. omw

"You a'ight?" So wrapped up in finishing what tasted like the most delicious breakfast sandwich ever to his taste buds since Ivan had been so hungry, Ivan had almost missed his sister's question. He had honestly believed her to be fully engrossed in her phone, perhaps texting Moriah now that they had gotten close to the school. But, regardless of her eyes being primarily on her phone and where they were headed - the two schools looming before them at least two blocks ahead - Ivan felt the probing of his sister's attention with a twitch of discomfort. "Yeah, I-I'm fine," he replied and it was then that Nurys actually looked at him. Ivan didn't like the skepticism and judgement he saw in her eyes, even behind her sunglasses. "Reese, I'm good, ok? I'm good. Bad night, we've both had 'em. Nothin' big." Her face was blank, but her skepticism was blatant and Ivan rolled his eyes, hands up in surrender. "Not doin' this right now, so I'm gonna go wait for Liam real quick. See you in a bit." It was only a beat later that Ivan followed up with, "And don't start nothin' before the bell rings," while texting Liam where he was going to be. It never failed that his friend wanted vanilla iced coffee and while the coffee at their place was always a touch too strong for Liam, the Starbucks across the street from their school always did just fine.

To: Liam
At the Starbucks waiting

"No promises," Nurys sing-songed, but let him walk across the street without argument. It was too early for her to do it anyway. It didn't mean she was going to let it go. Never let it be said that Nurys was completely selfish in regards to her brother and his well-being. She didn't always do it, sometimes she got distracted by personal things, but she never failed to monitor him to some degree. They both had their demons, a good number of which neither had mentioned to the other and for very good reasons. It didn't mean, though, that Nurys couldn't get concerned when she knew Ivan went half of last night without any sleep. She could let it go for now, but she knew it couldn't happen a second time, even if she had to sic Katiana somehow on the boy. For now, though, as she got closer to Constance and classmates she'd like to strangle more than she'd like to sit in a room with them, she finally text her girlfriend, having exchanged text messages during breakfast.

To: meu fofinho (my cutie)// Moriah
honestly, ima feel rlly attacked if i c these nosy ass bitches b4 i c u

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Whiskey colored eyes would sit there worry, crossing the face of the boy they belonged to. An audible sigh would escape the boy's lips, as he sat there staring at the screen. His chocolate brown hair would rest on his face as he winced to the voice of his adoptive-father/uncle. "William Alexander Summers, you are going to be late, get ready! We leave in an hour, and I'm making parfaits." the words exited the older man's mouth, and Liam would jump up and rush around the room to find his uniform, and head to the bathroom for a shower. Getting stripped, and standing in the scalding water for fifteen minutes, taking care of things. He would step out, and hear his phone buzz twice.

From: Superboy | Tristan
MSG: Duuuuuuddeee... where you at?

From: Kid Flash | Ivan
MSG: At the Starbucks waiting

Yes, see, Liam had a slight issue when it came to comics. He named most of his contacts after specific heroes, or things he liked. Ivan was Kid Flash, for being the somewhat impulsive. Tristan was Superboy, due to their striking similarities. Liam often liked to think of himself as Robin, or possibly Aqualad. Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he would send quick responses before sliding down the stairs with his bag in his hand.

To: Kid Flash
MSG: omw have to say bye to dads

To: Superboy
MSG: gonna meet van @starbucks. want a drink?

As he reached downstairs, he would grab his ukelele case and place it on his shoulder with his school-bag. He would rush into the kitchen, seemingly in a hurry. "Whoa, where's the rush sport? A fire?" his uncle/dad questioned as he stood at the counter mixing some yogurt with berries. The male would let out a laugh and speak "Nah, gotta meet Van at Starbucks. Tell Pops I love him, love you too Dad. Gotta go, don't wanna be late for the first day back at hell." the male let out a laugh and kissed the man's forehead, and he would walk out to his car and would get in. His dark amber eyes would focus on his phone, hoping from a text from a person, he knew it wouldn't come from. Hitting his radio playlist, playing a T.O.P song, he would begin his morning drive to Starbucks.

As thirteen minutes passed, he would pull up in the parking-lot and would get out spotting Ivan, and would walk up to him, and began to speak. "H-How was your weekend?" the boy managed to stammer out. His face slightly red, he was more comfortable with Ivan, but sometimes a stammer would escape his lips.

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"The wretchedness of being rich is that you live with rich people. To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober."
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"Hey, Aki-kun," Nishimura Daiki grinned at the camera. It was only 9:00 PM in Korea, but Daiki already had his pajamas as if he was actually going to sleep within the next hour. "How's Manhattan?"

"Well, I've been living like a homebody for the past week, so I can't say." Akio left his computer to check the fridge, wincing at the reminder of how little he went out since he arrived in the US. One of the philosophies Akio lived by was, "rich people stay rich by living like they're broke," and anybody who saw his living conditions would be able to vouch for that.

"Nishimura Akio," Daiki chided through the computer. "If Father sends you to live by yourself, the least you could do is try to be responsible for your own wellbeing."

Akio snorted quietly. "You guys are one to talk!" he called, looking through the cupboards to see if he had any snacks he could eat for breakfast. Nope, nothing. Damn. "Yongseok-san may be the badass rapping maknae who could probably do literally anything like a trained professional, but you said it yourself, he can't take care of himself."

"Excuse me?!" said maknae screeched in the background, butting into the siblings' conversation with his fluent Japanese. "Akio-kun, I may be the maknae of this godforsaken group, but you're still younger than me by two years! Respect your elders!"

"I meant no disrespect," Akio justified. He checked his phone, scoffing in amusement at the new blog post notification. "There's this person who keeps writing blog posts about the local Upper East Side residents. They just directly insulted a few of the more popular students; I bet they're blowing their tops right now. It's amusingly immature." Akio tucked his phone in his pant pocket. "I have to leave if I want to make it to school on time. Keep writing that new album, Aniki. See you later, Yongseok-san."

I hope you're more professional in public than you are right now, little bastard, Takenaka Kanon's voice mocked Akio in his head.

"Happy early birthday. We'll see you when we tour America in three months," Yongseok called out absentmindedly, his typical (unintentionally) sarcastic tone in place, just as Daiki turned off Skype. Akio whipped his head around, staring at his dark computer screen. What?

Akio shook his head, grabbing his things and peering at his reflection in the mirror as he headed out the door. Yongseok was like that; as the other members said, it was all part of his charm.

Akio entered an American Starbucks for the first time in his life, smiling at the woman taking his order as he quickly ordered a tall green tea latte. He probably could've chose an option with less calories, he winced to himself in hindsight, staring at his feet as he waited for his order. Thankfully, Akio lived within walking distance of his new school; not being able to drive was a bitch. The Japanese boy was aware of the two other boys in the store who looked around his age; they probably went to St. Jude's as well, judging by their attire.

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Pulling his physics and calculus book from his locker, Tristan overheard a group of girls talking about Gossip Girl's latest post. He groaned internally thinking about whatever this mystery person said. Since arriving, Gossip Girl seemed to enjoy posting about whatever conflict him and Clara, or Sam, got into. His relationship with Primrose only increased her posts about him. Tristan enjoyed her snide posts about the more popular students and would even share it on his social media. He didn't care what she said about him, he'll tell the world about any problems he's got with other people. However, dragging his friends into it was pas bien (not good). Checking his phone, he briefly read over her post, as well as his new texts. He rolled his eyes at Gossip Girl's latest attempt to start trouble. The use of his well used nickname stung a bit, though he'd get over it. The price you have to pay when marrying into money.

He shot off a quick text to Liam, saying thanks for the offer but he didn't want anything. He also made sure to mention to get here and bring the Johnsons too. A quick flash of blonde hair was enough to catch his attention. The boy's smile grew, recognizing those locks anywhere. The appearance of another, much less important woman in front of Tristan was not what he needed this morning.

"Mr. Dupond, I'm sure you aware of the school's dress code on school attire. Young men must wear-""Navy blazers, nothing else. I've heard this a million times already."

Mrs. Maxwell was one of many teachers at St. Jude's, but she always made a point to single out Tristan. He didn't do anything hundreds of students before him had. So he didn't care for her history class, it wasn't a subject he enjoyed. Tristan didn't know the true reason until a few weeks into school, freshman year. Apparently, she had been trying to date Tristan's step-father, but he lost interest in. When Mrs. Maxwell learned the news, she was angry. Tristan guessed maybe that had something to do with why she hates him so much. It wasn't his fault she couldn't keep a man.


"If you are aware of the rules then why are you breaking them?"
"Maybe because I don't care and it's a dumb rule. At least I'm wearing a jacket. I don't see you getting onto anyone else about that."
"Do I need to call your parents? Again."
"You know what? Your excuse of trying to get to Aaron through me is pathetic. You can gladly take him from us, but don't be a bitch to me, because you couldn't hold onto him in the first place."

The way Mrs. Maxwell's jaw hit the floor was almost comical to Tristan. He walked by her not bothering to hear a retort since she never had one. Tristan knew she would call his parents later, but he knew Aaron would be more calm about it when it was his former girlfriend making the report. Thankfully, he finally found the one he was looking for.


"I knew today was going to get better." Tristan noticed his rather short girlfriend was looking a bit taller today. "Guess I'm not the only rebel. Nice to see you, love."

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It hadn't been a long wait between Tristan's arrival to the Starbucks and Liam's own arrival. It had been enough time for Ivan to go back over his class schedule for the day and quaff a decent portion of his coffee. After the second sip, Ivan had already begun to feel the effects of consuming a caffeinated beverage. An exaggeration, definitely - perhaps his anticipation of the caffeine working for him worked more than the actual caffeine, but whatever, he liked it - but one he lived for. He would rather the vibration he could feel beginning to settle beneath his skin than the slow drag that had overwhelmed his limbs when it had been time to get up. Before he could see if there was another text from Liam than the one he had initially received, Ivan saw his friend arriving and an easy grin stretched out over his face.

"Would'a been better if Nury hadn't decided to teach Kat how to fight with her only target being me. I never knew fending off a three year old would be so hard, but Kat's vicious. Never believe her when she starts throwing herself at you and cooing your name. It's all a lie," Ivan answered easily, not at all put off by Liam's occasional antics. It came with the territory and just like Ivan didn't like getting called out on his occasional quirks, he knew Liam wouldn't either. Nurys would do it because she's an ass and thought Liam's currently red-faced visage was absolutely adorable and pick-a-ble-with. Ivan just saw it was a regular. Shaking his head, Ivan shot back, "How about yours? You get in line yet?"

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"Would'a been better if Nury hadn't decided to teach Kat how to fight with her only target being me. I never knew fending off a three-year-old would be so hard, but Kat's vicious. Never believe her when she starts throwing herself at you and cooing your name. It's all a lie," as he finished his sentence, Liam let out a slight chuckle. Raising his drink, a mocha frappucino, towards Ivan's view he would smile. "Well, children are the greatest deceivers. Innocent looking ones, take advantage." he would speak with a smile. As Ivan mentioned his own summer, Liam, not meaning to grimaced. It wasn't absolutely terrible, he helped out his fathers in the bakery, got extremely ignored in a rude way by the Queen Bee. Entered a pseudo-relationship with the St.Jude's star athlete, but that was the thing Liam couldn't tell Ivan. He would look at the male and smile with a facade, that would probably be easily seen through.

"Uh, y'know helped my fathers in the bakery. Worked on some music stuff, a basic summer. Oh! I also got to meet one of my dad's Broadway friends." he spoke as he noticed a new-looking male enter to Starbucks. Looking at his attire, he went to St. Judes.....but Liam had never seen the male before. Staring a bit too long, the male turned red and looked back towards Ivan. Motioning for them to get in his car, and drive to the school. He would wave slightly at the new looking boy, and smile, before walking out.

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To: meu fofinho (my cutie)// Moriah
Ur lucky u cute <3

As luck would have it, Nurys had sent the text out at the right time because just as it was delivered, a call came through from a rather interesting individual. With a raised eyebrow, Nurys swiped the call button and brought the device to her ear, answering with a teasing, "And I was wondering when I was gonna get a call from my oh so secret lover."

"Nurys..." Henry Reynolds' voice reached in a deep, annoyed timbre and Nurys grinned.

"I know, I know." Nurys then proceeded to mock a majority of his prior sayings, trying but notably failing to keep the laughter out of her voice. "'That's ridiculously inappropriate, Miss Johnson.' 'I will have you know that I am a happily' - even though we both know that part is a whole ass lie - 'married man with three kids and this is not professional.' And there's also my personal favorite - "

"Are you done?"

Nurys pretended to ponder that for a moment longer as she drew closer to the steps of Constance, not even bothering to eye Clara and her group in lieu of focusing on this particular conversation. Henry had only called her three times with this being the third. All of their other meetings had been face-to-face, and mostly without Ivan. She didn't keep her brother out of things; they were a duo and that meant that she worked to get the both of them attention. She just hadn't needed him to be a witness to how she had received - or, well, taken - Henry Reynolds' attention. She heard the griping in her head enough to not want to deal with it in person. "Fine, fine. I'll stop," she conceded. She needed Henry on her side, not to antagonize him so much that he didn't want to deal with her at all. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, Henry?"

"You want studio time and good studio time, at that. I can give that to you, but I need more exposure on your part. You need to perform." Nurys listened without interjection then as she ascended the stairs. It occurred to her that perhaps exchanging a call with a man who had already been theorized to be having an affair behind is wife's back. Nurys knew their secrecy would be a thing of contention. At the same time, once Henry called on her to talk business instead of consistently telling her that she was too much, Nurys couldn't bother with those thoughts for too long. She had nothing to feel particularly guilty for when it came to this relationship. And if it just so happened that she could smirk more easily in Primrose's presence. "I have a friend who's performing at the Village Underground next weekend and they'll need an opening act to - "

"Are you serious?" Nurys hissed as she entered the front door, actually attempting to keep her voice down. "The village? Who the hell is looking for anyone at the - "

"It's not about who's looking at you there, it's about who looks once your performance is uploaded to the Internet," Henry interjected. "People come and go to the village, but they always record when they're there and share on social media. The good and the bad. You just need to make sure you're the best. Show that you can get a following. Once you do that, and you have to make the performance good, then we can talk about more."

Nurys didn't speak again for a moment, eyes near slits as she considered the possibility. "Consider it done. I gotta go." She didn't bother offering anything more; she hung up and after a beat, a slow grin formed on her face as she put the possibilities of next week on the back burner in favor of approaching a duo she was good on seeing. At least, she was happy to see one half of the duo. "And I was wonderin' when I'd get to see my baby daddy," Nurys exclaimed loud enough so that anyone nearby could hear her, which was probably the last thing Primrose would have wanted when she was interacting with her boyfriend. However, Tristan was Nurys' friend first and she couldn't be bothered with caring for the blonde's feelings. "Hey, you," she continued to greet and pressed a quick kiss to Tristan's cheek as she breezed past them. "Save you a seat, babe." Still grinning, Nurys continued down the hall, the students present parting immediately at each click of her heels against the linoleum.



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Much like what Liam thought would happen, Ivan did see through his smile and tilted his head curiously, trying to search the guy's expression. Ivan knew he wasn't exactly the greatest at reading people; he left that to Nurys and, well, anyone else. He had some intuition, don't get him wrong. But it wasn't some undeniably strong skill that he had developed over the years. He was still working on it, but he did notice that Liam wasn't saying something. Ivan just also wasn't the one to question Liam when they were still in a crowded store. "Oh, sweet! Really? How'd you meet 'em?" He pressed, eager to just let Liam have it for now and question him later in the day when they had a study hall or something. "And you already know you can't show me any new music til' Nurys sees it too. She'd kill me."

While they had been talking and heading for the door, it took Ivan a second longer to see that Liam's eyes weren't focused just on him, but something over his head. Since Ivan had been the first one out the door, he turned around to glimpse the stranger in St. Jude uniform and raised an eyebrow at Liam, tipping his head towards the store as a reference when they reached his friend's car. "What was that? You know him or somethin'?"

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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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"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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Akio was painfully aware of one of the St. Jude's boys staring at him. I'm new and he's curious, Akio remarked to himself blatantly. The dark-haired male glanced at the boy out of the corner of his eye, catching him flush red before turning to his dark-skinned friend. The Caucasian's actions strangely reminded Akio of the dreadful task of introducing himself in English. And even worse, holding a proper conversation that went beyond ordering a drink. Akio was sure that he was fluent, but it was more from textbooks and speaking to those he knew back in Japan. Akio never truly had proper immersion with native speakers, which was slightly daunting, although he'd never admit it out loud. His father never brought him up on the international aspect of business.

The Caucasian who was staring at Akio suddenly waved and smiled slightly. Akio was taken aback by the abrupt action, especially from someone he didn't know, but returned the gesture with a tip of his head and a smile he practiced so much in front of the mirror that it became an instinct by repetition.

"Here's your green tea latte! Tall," the woman at the front said brightly. Akio smiled politely, still regretting ordering something with so many calories. "Thank you," he responded, feeling a massive wave of relief when he heard his own Japanese accent being almost completely replaced by one that sounded like a native American English speaker's. Akio had spent a lot of time to sound like a native speaker in the languages he learned; English was harder for him than even Mandarin Chinese. "No receipt, please."

Akio spent the next ten minutes or so walking his memorized path to St. Jude's, all while downing his latte. He satisfyingly arrived at the shared courtyard between St. Jude's and Constance Billard well before the bell rang. Akio noticed all the other students - from both schools - socializing amongst themselves, but the Japanese teenager made no move to approach them. Why would he, after all? Akio had mistakingly not researched how American students acted, but no matter what country one was from, it was bound to not want someone you didn't know suddenly walk up to you and interrupt your conversation.

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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.