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N A M E
Primrose Amelia Reynolds

N I C K N A M E (S)
Prim | Common | Liked
Primmy | Used by close friends | Liked
Blondie | Common | Disliked
Ditz | Used behind her back | Hated

B I R T H D A Y
July 4th 2001 (16)

S E X U A L I T Y
Openly Bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
50% Russian 50% American

H E X
Dialouge: #f38463
Thought: #d55746.



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S T Y L E
Primrose favours neither designer nor high street. If she likes it, she'll buy it. In fact, she'll only really wear designer things to parties, photo shoots, or high class events. She doesn't believe that she has a certain style, usually whatever catches her or what's on trend. However, she's fond of natural makeup and the colour white, not to mention excessive amounts of jewellery.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
She's quite petite, standing at 5'3 and 110lbs.

A P P E A R A N C E
There was no way Primrose would ever be considered less than pretty. Both her parent and older brothers are extremely appealing, and she's no different. She's inherited extremely blue eyes, which is probably one of her most noticeable features. You'll never see a mark or blemish on her skin, and despite usually wearing makeup to go out in, she looked just as pretty without it. Her hair and eye colour is natural, much to people's disbelief.



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L I K E S
She enjoys singing and song writing, finding it a great way to express herself. Like singing, Primrose likes to play her guitar. Not only does it help get her stress out, it usually gives her something to talk about during small take. She likes rainstorms, the gloomy weather seems to give her inspiration, not to mention it's fun to cuddle up in a pair of pyjamas while the rain comes down.

D I S L I K E S
One thing she really can't stand is drama. Prim finds rumors and bitchy attitudes to be unnecessary, for the most part. Another thing that ties into drama is cheating. This was mainly because of the rumours surrounding her father, and she's watched her parents gradually fall apart over the allegations. People who have negative attitudes put her off, and small things being out of place bother her too. Primrose also really dislikes being late or missing deadlines, meaning she's never one to procrastinate.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Kind ❀ Confident ❀ Ebullient ❀ Vain

(i.) It's almost no brainer to be kind to people, especially for Primrose. Ever since she was small, she was easily the kindest of her siblings. This trait can be traced back to her father who took pride in his only daughter, wanting her to be the vision of a perfection. That meant she was taught manners and wasn't spoiled in comparison to both of her brothers. While they were allowed to be as reckless and selfish as they wanted to a certain degree, Primrose learned to share things. The messages of being a 'proper young lady' were also drilled into her, and it seemed to stuck. As she got to high school, the whole good girl thing stopped and she started living life like a normal teenage girl, but she's still extremely kind to almost everyone around her.

(ii.) As a result of always being told how talented and beautiful she was, it gave her a lot of confidence. Rather than being arrogant with her confidence, she uses it in different social situation. Plus, being put in front of people to perform in huge parties helped a lot. Primrose always got a lot of attention, everyone wanted to know the pretty blonde girl who always smiled, and it does wonder for the self esteem. Her talents in singing and dancing also give her confidence. Like everyone else, she has insecurities, but tends to be able to focus on the better parts of herself and things around her rather than be pessimistic.

(iii.) It's rare to see her as anything but cheerful. Ever since she was small, she was always extremely happy and always full of energy. It must have been a trait she was born with, since her father was always an extremely laid back man and her mother was rather stuck up. Her oldest brother is the same, the two of them getting up to all sorts of shenanigans as a child. Through out life, she's always been ebullient and full of life. It's something she takes pride in, and that a lot of people seem to like in her. In fact, her cheerfulness is probably an extremely big reason people in the industry like working with her.

(iv.) Sometimes, Primrose questions whether or not it's a personality trait or just passed through genes. Like her mother, she became obsessed with how she look. Anything but perfect presentation isn't good enough to her. Ever since she was young, she was always told she had to be pretty, perfect and presentable. Though, the media is obsessed with how entertainers look, which is another reason why she always looks so pristine and almost faultless. It's something she very much dislikes about herself, but still something she is extremely aware of it.



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F A M I L Y
Henry Reynolds Father || 49 || Business Owner/Producer
Henry Reynolds was heir to a production business as soon as he was born. His father was in charge of many famous clients, and Henry knew that he would be some day too. At eighteen, he took over the business and became extremely successful and well known. The company was based in New York, despite him living in New Jersey. Attending high class parties was part of his job, it made it easier to scout people that had talent. It was his ten year anniversary of taking over, and he decided he should celebrate. One of his clients invited him along for drinks, and that's where he met his future wife. Of course, he didn't know it at the time. They danced all night, and it only took him eleven months to propose. As the two grew and their family expanded, he became more of a family man, favouring doing paperwork at home while his wife lived her crazy life style. He doesn't like how his wife treats their children, and since she took them out so much, it's rumoured he's been seeing a younger woman.

Anastasiya Reynolds Mother || 40 || Socialite
Anastasiya Petrova, now knows as Ana Reynolds, was born into a wealthy Russian family. However, as she grew older, the country was simply too constricting and frankly quite boring, which is why she moved to New York with her older sister and a portion of their wealth. It was at a party they were hosting when James asked her to dance. She was charmed, falling almost instantly. A year and a half later, they were married, lived in their own home, and had a baby. The nine months that she was pregnant were the quietest nine months of her life, if truth be told. Once her first son was born, it was back to her partying ways and leaving her husband to raise the children. This routine continued after each child, and after her only girl, Ana didn't stop her wild ways. Though, as the children grew older, she took them to the parties and shone attention on all three of them. In fact, Ana booked the children for photoshoots, and made their childhood as public as possible. In a result, it put pressure on her marriage, but the popularity was more important to her.

Noah Reynolds Brother || 21 || Model
Noah, being the older brother, likes to look after both of his sibling. He was never interested in sports or singing as a child. In fact, he was scouted by a modelling agency at twelve, and he hasn't stopped since. Noah's openly gay despite his mother making her views on his sexuality know; she didn't agree. Currently, he's been with his boyfriend for two and a half years and they're both very happy with one another. He has a close relationship with both his sibling and is closer to James that he is to Ana.

Alexander Reynolds Brother || 19 || Vlogger
Alexander was made aware that he had to do something successful from an early age. It was most likely a generational thing, but he got into the likes of Youtube and film production since he didn't have enough patience to be a model. He moved away from home not long before Primrose was sixteen, and continued to make vlogs at least twice a week. Because of this, Primrose isn't as close to him as she'd like to be, but he prefers to keep his distance from the family. Though, you can bet that she's his biggest fan.




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H I S T O R Y
Primrose was born and raised in New York, being a real city girl. Her father grew up in the city, and her mother had lived there for seven years when she was born. Needless to say, New York is her home. Ever since she was born, she was pampered and celebrated. The whole family pampered her from a young age, both parents adoring her for different reasons. Henry loved that he finally had her daughter, and thought she was one of the most charming children he'd met. Ana loved her daughter, but liked her for more selfish reasons. Ever since she was young, just over five, Primrose was introduced to the media and the day parties that her mother held. Her dad seemed to really hate it, but that wasn't her problem at such a young age. All of the Reynolds' sibling had exposure as children. Noah was bold when it came to paparazzi, making mama very proud of him. Alexander and Prim tended to shy away at first, but were both soon trained to perform as they should.

She attended private schools for a short amount of time, probably only half a year, before she was pulled out to be home tutored. Even from a young age, she excelled in certain subjects. Science and math were two that she was really good at, and still is, but both parents wanted her to focus on something a little more sophisticated. And, knowing that their little girl had one heck of a voice, pushed her gently towards a musical career. At every given opportunity, she was told to sing. Events, dinner parties, karaoke, modelling sets, you name it; she was singing. They had her playing all sorts of instruments too, but she fell in love with the piano over the years. It was a way to calm the atmosphere in the house after her parents sniped at each other over the children, they almost always did that as she was growing up and getting more confident as her talents grew. The two of them would always quiet down to listen to her, so certain songs like Fur Elise bring back a certain type of nostalgia.

Once she got to middle school, she requested to be sent to prestigious private school. It was about that time when visible cracks began to show in the family. Fighting between her parents broke out a lot more often, Alexander seemed to be growing more and more distant, and Noah seemed to be taking her out a lot more than usual. He originally planted the idea of public school in her head, and he was the one who convinced both Ana and Henry to allow it. When the opportunity to attend school was given, Primrose happily obliged and she was sent to a school in Brooklyn. It was her first taste of being a normal girl, and she adored the attention that she received. There were other people who wanted to be her friend, and people who wanted her to teach them different instruments. On top of doing her newly given school work and keeping up with new friendships and crushes, she was maintaining her social media account and reputation with different input from her family.

She was a freshman in Billard once she began to gain real fame. A lot of producers and managers contacted her, but she always stuck with the help of her dad. After all, she was his daughter, meaning he'd fight for her opportunities more than only other old agent would. Her following across everything soared, and her own money started rolling in. She started getting booked for gigs in different clubs. Unlike her mother, she wasn't concerned about the reputation of the place. She recalled how her mother would say It's barely $100 to get in! or Isn't that where the. . . poor people go?. It bothered her a great deal. So what if she didn't need to pay stupid amounts to get in? At this point, singing was her passion, and any job was better than no job.

Alexander moved away a little before her birthday, which really put a downer on the house. Noah took her out a lot, both of them taking a trip to Moscow to visit family for a week together, and she grew even closer to her eldest brother. The family had difficulties between her parents, and it was upsetting to watch them both fall out of love. Because of that, she was extremely cheerful, trying her hardest to keep the family atmosphere upbeat despite Ana and Henry now sleeping in different rooms more often. It was then that Primrose began to work harder. Her whole summer was spent working tirelessly with help from her big brother and her dad in order to make her mother happier. If she could accomplish something, mama would be so proud of her.

Rumours are flying that Primrose Reynolds is due to release her first single, and who knows? Those rumours could very well be true.


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T A L E N T S
All in all, Primrose is quite talented. She's learned to speak English, Russian and Spanish fluently. She can play seven instruments including piano, guitar and harp. The most recognisable thing is her voice. She was gifted with a gorgeous singing voice that charmed people and got her to where she is. On top of that, she's extremely smart when it comes to math, easily solving equations. However, Primrose doesn't put that talent to much use.

W E A K N E S S E S
Her family is her biggest weakness. Primrose loves them dearly, and despises when people make up rumours or are horrible; especially when it comes to her oldest brother and father. She's also not the most put together girl, often allowing her emotions to take over during arguments at school.


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Primrose Reynolds'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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"Are kidding me? When I find her, I will end her." Clara threatened as she read the latest post from Gossip Girl. The anonymous blog had been a both a blessing and a curse for Constance's resident Queen Bee. It was great if she wanted information related to her, but once she started posting about Clara, it was destructive. Her latest post mocking her relationship status was just that. She sighed, stewing in her thoughts. So she may not have a boyfriend, but that didn't mean she didn't have options. Any boy at St. Jude's would kill for Clara, but Queen don't settle for boys. Speaking of boys, the dig at Dante Lawson was enough to quell her rage. Clara was proud to say she hadn't fallen for the playboy's charms, but the battle is getting more and more difficult.

"-ara? Clara? Are you listening to me?" Clara shook herself out of her thoughts at the sound of her favorite, and only, cousin's voice. Audrey has been one of Clara's few sources of joy since she moved in with her mother. The two girls were more like sisters than cousins.

"Sorry, ducky. You have my full attention." Clara said fondly.
"Can we go to the bakery before school? I want a parfait."
"Not today. We have to be at school early. As the Queens of Constance High School and Elementary, we must be on time. We can't leave our fellow students waiting." Plus, Clara needed to be there to overlook the welcome back assembly. Nothing at school would succeed without her seal of approval. The chauffer of the Chase family's limo was taking his time getting the girls to school. Clara would've urged him to hurry if Audrey didn't speak up.
"But I want a parfait! I don't care about being Queen."
"I'll make you a deal. We'll get parfaits after school and we'll go shop at the Lilly Pulitzer shop this weekend if you stop asking."

It was a sweet deal for the younger girl since they normally jet off to a fashion show on the weekends, plus they haven't been to Lilly in a while. Clara loved it since she needed a new outfit. Clara's cousin stewed over it in thought, but Clara knew she had her convinced.

"Deal."

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After walking Audrey to her classroom, Audrey went straight for her side of the school. Students were already arriving and it wasn't long before Clara had two girls on either side of her. Madison Ulthbrooks and Tessa Andrews are Clara's most important followers. Madison's father is wealthy oil baron with close ties to the Rockefeller family. Her mother is trainer for Olympic swimmers, highly sought out all over the country. She's well connected and intelligent, but knows better than to try to take Clara's place at the top of the academic circle. Tessa comes from a family of secrets. Her father is head of the CIA while her mother handles publicity for high level politicians. Tessa is Clara's eyes and ears for rumors going around in Constance. Both girls have been Clara's 'friends' since middle school after Clara proved herself to be the top predator. While she does know Madison plans to overthrow her, she knows Tessa wouldn't dare join her cause. Clara saved what little reputation Tessa had left after her boyfriend publically dumped her, so she's loyal to Clara. Their friendship may not be true, but Clara reminds the girls the perks of being on her good side.

Before going to the gymnasium to check on the assembly, Clara pulled out her phone to text her friends, well more real friends than her two followers. She debated on texting Willow, but decided it was for the best. She could play off their 'friendship' better with her two followers with her.

To: Penelope
Please tell me you'll be here soon! I need my bestie

To: Primrose
Hey hey! Are you on your way?

To: Willow
The girls and I are helping with assembly. Want to join in?

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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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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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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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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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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.






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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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Willow had arrived at the school gates a little past the time she'd promised Clara. God, I hope she's not gonna be pissy, Willow thinks as she pulls into Constance and St Judes shared car park. Spying a couple pressed up against the trunk of the guys car, Willow rolled her eyes at their passionate embrace, jumping out of her car and slamming the door shut behind her. She'd never been a fan of PDA, well, unless she was drunk then Willow couldn't give a flying fuck who saw her half-naked streaking down the street. Ah, good memories.

Waltzing into school, her stride full of confidence, Willow notes that everyone seems to be here bright and early. Spotting Dante Lawson, Willow's eyes widened as she heads for the front of the hall where Clara stood, she makes sure to take the route that goes by where he sits, dropping a snide "Oh Dios mΓ­o, I never thought I'd see the day Dante Lawson arrived at school on time." not stopping to hear his response as she continues on - sending Nurys and Tristan each a small smile as she heads past them too.

Finally reaching where Clara stood with her usual posse, Willow's smile fades to being somewhat less genuine as she greets them all. "Hey guys, ugh the traffic was awful this morning." Willow begins, immediately getting in there with her excuse in hopes that Clara wouldn't then bring up her lateness. Stiffening a little when her eyes meet Sam's, Willow's obvious distaste for the guy writes itself all over her face for a millisecond before she wipes it off and it's replaced with that same smile.

Averting her gaze from the tall guy that stood right in front of her, Willow turned to look at Penelope, a much more friendly face. "Penny, you're looking cute today," Willow beams, Penelope was perhaps the one person within this 'popular' group that Willow could stand for more than fifteen minutes; she was a genuinely sweet girl that Willow found she actually had quite a lot in common with.

Then taking in her surroundings, Willow can't help but be a little impressed by Clara's work. "The hall looks great too." She concedes, not one to keep a compliment to herself simply because she's not the Queen Bee's biggest fan. During this entire greeting, Willow almost entirely ignores Primrose. Now Clara was bitchy and mean but Primrose was almost worse in Willow's eyes, she acted to sweet and cute but ever since Willow arrived at the school, she'd only ever been cold to her. Probably because Willow was so close with her boyfriend, she was worried that Willow might have feelings for him. Good thing she really only saw Tristan as a good friend.

Fiddling in her schoolbag, Willow emerges with her phone, deciding to send out a quick text while Clara and the girls put the finishing touches on the snack table. The assembly should be starting soon.

To: Vin
Where are u? Ur gonna get into deep shit if u miss assembly


Stuffing the phone back straight after the text is sent so that none of the stuffy teachers currently patrolling the hall could take it off her, Willow looks back at the group waiting to see if Clara was going to get her to do anything or if she could go sit down finally.

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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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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.