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Tristan Dupond

Money doesn't impress me

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

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N A M E
Tristan Lucien Dupond

N I C K N A M E (S)

Frenchie | Used by everyone | Likes
Trist | Step-Father | Dislikes
ChΓ©ri | Parents | Neutral
New Money | Kids at School | Hates

B I R T H D A Y
January 2, 1999 (18)

S E X U A L I T Y
Openly Bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
50% French | 50% American

H E X
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If there is one thing Tristan hates more than anything it's fashion. Everyone around him is concerned with what brands their wearing or if it's the latest thing from some designer. Tristan prefers to keep things simple with a T-shirt and a pair of worn jeans. His step father and mother try to buy him nicer clothes, but he just gives it away or returns them. Most of his clothes are generic brands, nothing worth bragging about. He does have one thing he constantly wears: his leather motorcycle jacket. He never goes anywhere without it and tries to wear it with his St. Jude's uniform, but the school has gotten onto him about it so he has to be sneaky about when he wears it. The jacket isn't any particular brand, but it holds a special place in his heart.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'0 | 189 lbs.

A P P E A R A N C E
No one can deny that Tristan is a good looking guy. While in his school uniform he seems like the perfect boy next door, he becomes almost like a greaser when out of it. His French heritage draws many American men and women so he uses his accent when he can. His blonde hair with dark roots surprise people, especially when he says it's natural. His blue eyes only compliment his handsome face. Tristan knows his face and its ability to change from a sweet angel to a sexy sinner is valuable, but he doesn't ignore his physique. He prefers to keep in shape, somewhat. Most of any of his muscle is from lifting heavy car parts and sports played in the local park, but he prefers his ball buddies back in the Lower East side.



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L I K E S
❀ Motorcycles ❀ Hot Dogs ❀ French Cuisine ❀ French Toast ❀ French Fries ❀ Skateboarding ❀ Basketball ❀ Rugby ❀ Soccer ❀ Exploring ❀ Whiskey ❀ The Outdoors ❀ Snow ❀ Foreign Languages ❀ Heights ❀ Sunsets ❀ Kind People ❀ Mechanics ❀ Vintage Cars ❀ Live Music ❀ Dancing ❀ Soda ❀ Napping ❀ His Mother & Brother ❀ Street Performers ❀ Cigarettes ❀ Kissing ❀ Flirting ❀ Being Right ❀ Natural Colors ❀ A Good Beat ❀ Science ❀ Parties ❀ Cold Weather ❀ Horror Movies ❀ Late Nights ❀ France ❀ Fires ❀ Disney Movies ❀ Dungeons & Dragons ❀

D I S L I K E S
✘ Conformity ✘ Overpriced Clothes ✘ Snobs ✘ Coffee ✘ His Father & His Step-Father ✘ Being Told What To Do ✘ Random Gifts ✘ Free Things ✘ Bullies ✘ School ✘ Quitters ✘ Drama ✘ Paparazzi ✘ Arrogance ✘ Liars ✘ Laziness ✘ Attention Seekers ✘ Small Portions ✘ Forced Participation ✘ Sweet Drinks ✘ Early Mornings ✘ Users ✘ Fast Food ✘ French Stereotypes ✘ Failure ✘ Brands ✘ Materialistic People ✘ Greed ✘ Dumb Humor ✘



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Bold | Blunt | Loyal | Inconsiderate

i. Tristan seems to have no fear of being judged. He has a very loud personality that demands to be heard. He doesn't care for following the social norms or doing things the 'proper' way, instead he'll go a completely different direction. Tristan has the self-confidence to not care if someone thinks his personality is 'wrong.' He'll simply roll his eyes and ignore the person or scold them depending on his mood. He isn't afraid to be himself or do big, crazy things. Tristan lives his life as fully as possible and would encourage anyone to do the same.

ii. Tristan's mouth gets him in a lot of trouble. He takes the whole 'not lying thing' thing to the extreme all the time. If someone asks him for his opinion, he will tell you exactly what he thinks no hesitation, and no sugar coating. Tristan can come off a rude often, but he has good intentions. He tells the truth and people have trouble with his total honesty. This makes making friends difficult for him since people typically assume he's rude. Tristan owns his assholeness so he'll often tell people exactly how he feels about them and to get used to him, because he's not changing.

iii. While making friends can be difficult, anyone Tristan considers a friend has earned a friend for life. He doesn't consider just anyone a friend, but those who've earned the spot never have to worry about betrayal or abandonment from him. Tristan is no judgement, call me at 1 A.M. just to talk or hangout kind of friend. His loyalty is not only in his friendships; relationships also have his complete loyalty. He would never cheat or do anything that could jeopardize his relationship. The idea of doing that disgusts him and he wouldn't allow himself to put in any situation that could cause it.

vi. Tristan is used to thinking only of himself so his inconsiderate nature is another piece of his somewhat off putting personality. He doesn't think of how his actions affect the people around. He does what he wants, his way and if someone is on the opposing side, Tristan will still go through with his plan. Tristan doesn't want to hurt the people around him and he is still trying to figure out how to be 'gentler.'



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F A M I L Y
Lawrence Noel Dupond | 50 | Biological Father | Construction Worker
Tristan's beginning with his father was every child's dream. The father adored the boy and Tristan was a complete Daddy's boy. Tristan learned the value of hard work and to work for what you want instead of relying on handouts. He also taught Tristan how to play sports and fix cars. For Lawrence, leaving his wife and two boys due to money troubles was a pride thing. He couldn't look his family in the eyes and say that he failed them. Years later, he realized how idiotic he would was being and decided to return, hoping to fix his relationship with his wife and sons. Tristan is trying to fix their relationship, much to his mother and brother's disapproval. It's been difficult since Tristan is hurt by his leaving and still struggles with being abandoned again.

Cassandra Esme Strong | 47 | Mother | Stay-At-Home-Mom / Artist
Tristan's mother and him have the closest relationship of any of his parental figures. She has been supportive of him all his life, especially after her husband left them. Tristan drew closer to his mother after his father left, hoping she wouldn't leave him too. Cassandra worked long hours to provide for her boys, but always made sure the boys knew they were loved. Tristan and his mother have only ever fought over Aaron, Tristan's stepfather. Cassandra loves the man and gets upset when Tristan doesn't treat him fairly. While the two often argue over this, Tristan would do anything for his mother.

Aaron James Strong | 50 | Step Father | Former NFL player, Owner & Top Agent at Strong Corporations
Work had always been on Aaron's mind since the day he was born. Love was the last thing he was expecting, but Cassandra was not an average woman. The day Aaron entered the Dupond family's life, he was met with acceptance, mostly. Tristan has never been able to find a bond with the guy nor has he made an effort to. He resents Aaron for trying to take the place of his father and providing for their family. Also, how Aaron's rich buddies always seem to look at Tristan and his family with scorn, because Aaron married 'below his class.' Aaron is trying to befriend Tristan, but it had been difficult.

Roman Fitz Dupond | 24 | Brother | Lawyer
Being the oldest, Roman has always felt like he had to be the protector of Tristan. The boy's foul mouth and risky attitude has led to Roman having save his ass a numerous amount. Roman has always been the more intelligent, thoughtful brother so becoming a lawyer was definitely expected. Tristan always liked to joke that the reason Roman chose that career was to keep him out of jail. Roman cares deeply for his brother and the two get along famously, but they did disagree majorly on one thing: Aaron. Roman was happy Aaron came into their life. Roman's dream of becoming a lawyer was shattered when his father left. Providing for his family was his first priority so he thought his dream would never become a reality. Aaron entering their life meant he could become a lawyer. The two brothers often argue over him. However, at the end of the day, they would do anything for one another.



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H I S T O R Y
Tristan was born in his New York, but his family originated from Limousin, France. His parents married at 16 and started working even younger. The family was impoverished and wanted a better life for themselves. The move to America was hard on the couple, but they finally made it! New York was big and fascinating to the young couple. They found finding work to be fairly easy, but it wasn't exactly the land of opportunities they thought it to be. His father found work at a nearby construction sight and his mother cleaning an office. The work was hard, but it helped provide for the young couple. Later, they brought their two boys into this world. A beautiful addition to their family.

While Tristan grew up in a ghetto area, he never lacked love from his family. He loved listening to his family's stories about France and the delicious French cuisine his family cooked. His older brother would pick on him, but it was a happy household. Tristan spent a lot of his time exploring the area. He loved the freedom and hustle of New York. One day, Tristan and a few of his neighborhood friends wondered into the upper class neighborhood. Looking like street urchins, the rich kids didn't appreciate the poor kids on their turf. A fight broke out between the two groups and obviously Tristan's group beat their ass, but then the cops showed up. The rich kids sneered as Tristan and his friends got dragged away. This event was what made Tristan resent rich kids and Roman want to be a lawyer. Mostly because of his brother, but also for those who assumed the poor kids were always the ones causing trouble.

As the boys began to grow up, Tristan's family fell into financial hardship. Tristan's father was getting less and less hours at work, earning less money. Tristan was oblivious to the whole thing, but Roman was picking up on it. He started working small jobs in the neighborhood to help cover the cost. The pressure of not being able to provide for his family was wearing on Tristan's father. He couldn't stand being helpless. As the stress kept mounting, Tristan's father left the family. He wanted to find work somewhere else and left without a word. Tristan was always a Daddy's boy so his father leaving destroyed him. Tristan began getting wilder and wilder. He stayed out late and wouldn't come back home for days. His mother was equally distraught, but kept working, not wanting to let her boys down. It wasn't until Roman finally, and literally, slapped some sense into his brother. Tristan calmed down a bit and even began to work to help provide. It was a tough existence, but Tristan still had his mother and brother.

When Tristan's mother introduced Aaron into their lives, Tristan didn't think the man had a chance so he wasn't too concerned. Roman was so excited for him. With him around, Roman had a chance of becoming a lawyer like he dreamed of. His mother was happy when looking at Aaron too and Roman wasn't going to let Tristan ruin their relationship. Their marriage was an unhappy surprise for Tristan. He didn't think his family needed a new addition nor the 'upgrade.' The wedding was filled with Aaron's upper class friends who scoffed at the previously poor family. They acted nicely in front of Aaron, but second he was gone, they acted like Tristan's family was scum on the bottom of their shoe. Tristan was already annoyed with snobs from his childhood and the fact that they grow up the same way made his view of rich people worse.

Tristan and his family ended up moving into a Town House on the wealthy side of town. Roman got to go to college and then Law school like he wanted and Tristan's mother was able to quit her job, choosing to focus on both her boys and her artwork. Tristan was miserable. He missed the freedom that came with the Lower Side of New York and all of his buddies down in that district. To his credit, Aaron tried his best to make it easier for the whole family. Tristan was enrolled into St. Jude's which he hated. It filled with the same kids like when he was younger and nobody gave him the time of day. His nickname 'New Money' made him the laughing stock of the school and that made everything worse. Everything was going so wrong and Tristan couldn't stand it. Everyone was happy, but him.

With Tristan's new 'dad,' all Tristan was some semblance of his old life. It sounds weird, but Tristan missed being poor. St. Jude's was awful to him and he couldn't stand Aaron. When Tristan's father decided to come back into their life, Tristan was elated. His father had saved up enough money to pay for his own apartment down in their old neighborhood. His father gained visitation rights for Tristan and it was great for Tristan, but not Roman or their mother. His brother and mother were still angry over him leaving, but Tristan wanted to give him a chance. While Tristan doesn't trust his father completely, he's glad to have something similar to his old life. Tristan's life is hectic, but he's determined to make it better!



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T A L E N T S
Growing up in an immigrant community, Tristan was exposed to multiple languages. He only speaks French and English fluently, but is proficient in Spanish, Chinese, and Russian. Also in his past neighborhood, Tristan picked up some dance moves. He's skilled at hip-hop and street dancing. It may not be considered a skill, but Tristan has an excellent gaydar. He can pick up on anyone's sexuality and he is usually right. Without any formal training, Tristan is pretty good at combat. He plays dirty when fighting since that's how he survived back in the streets.

W E A K N E S S E S
Tristan has been told he has the mouth of a sailor and has a brutal kind of honesty. His mouth gets him into a lot of trouble and it has been used against him. If there is one thing Tristan hates, its when people make fun of his family. He's been known to get physical when it comes his family. 'While Tristan considers himself pretty neutral, he has been known to be pushy, especially with other people. He hates to admit, but Tristan is easily influenced by French Toast and French Fries. It's kind of ironic considering his French origins, but Tristan can be easily influence by those two foods.


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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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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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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While being back at school was nice, it was most certainly a lot louder than she remembered, which was admittedly irritating. Her hands were stuffed into her locker eyes concentrating on her phone. She'd been stuck on the same level of a stupid game for a few days now, and after the game over sign flashed up on the screen, a groan passed her lips. Then, she heard a voice that immediately put a smile one her face.

Turning and seeing Tristan made her feel so much better in an instant. "Well hey there, handsome. Are you really getting yourself into trouble already?" A kiss was placed on his cheek and she found it was a lot easier with the few inches her shoes added. Prim was about to speak when she was cut off by a voice that she most definitely did not want to hear. "Hey, you," A loud scoff was sounded as she gave Tristan's arm a little squeeze, glaring daggers at Nurys as she walked off. "Save you a seat, babe." In fact, her eyes didn't leave the other girl until she was out of sight. With an sigh, she looked back up to Tristan and wiped his cheek. "She's totally saying stuff like that to wind me up, right? Ugh..." Running perfectly manicured white nails through her pony tail, Prim took her hand in his and gas

"I'm going to have to go and see Clara and Sam before the assembly. You're free too come, but I didn't think you'd want to. For obvious reasons." She shook her head for a moment. Primrose was aware they'd be in the gym at the moment, and Clara would already have everything set up. Whether or not Dante had actually arrived was a different story, but her main concern was to see her circle of friends before everyone poured into the hall. Tristan probably wouldn't be too happy, but he'd understand. Of course, she felt crappy having to dash off, but it was way better than having Clara get pissy at her. "Save me a seat, alright? And for the love of God, please don't sit with Nurys." After giving his lips a quick peck, she smiled up at him after her locker was closed. "Love you, babe. See you in ten!"

With that said and a wave being given, Primrose began to dart in and out the students, resorting to pushing if needs be. It probably didn't help that she hand her nose buried in her phone, texting away frantically whilst making her way over.

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


To: Sammy / Sam
I'm coming now. Literally, I'll be about a minute, if that.


Keeping her phone at hand, she used the camera to swiftly check her hair before pushing open the door and entering the gym. Her heels clicked against the floor loudly, signalling that she was here. "Sorry for taking so long, I had to catch up with Trist. You didn't do bad setting everything up, Clara." She smiled pleasantly, lifting a hand to wave to Penelope and Sam. God, she genuinely missed seeing everyone together like this. Noting that Dante wasn't here made her frown and turn her head, just enough to catch a glimpse of him. He didn't even come over and say hi to everyone, what a shame."I didn't miss much, did I?"

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

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

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

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


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

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

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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.