( ❝ ➥ seasons of love ❞ (closed)

[The Üpside Down]

˜”*°• {Addison Keeler||Cheerleader}
(Assigned: Cassius) (Tags: Cassius) (Heterosexual) (17) (Female) •°*”˜

Addison soon realized that she couldn't find any of her friends outside. She huffed and walked into the boring school building. She stopped at her locker, decorated on the inside with pictures of her and her friends. She put all of her things away, then pulling out again what she needed for first period. She began to walk in the hallways when she dropped her pencil. She picked it up and began to walk, realizing that someone had bumped into her. She turned around and saw who it was. She gave him a kind smile. "Hey, it's okay. By the way, I saw your backpack. Totally adorable." She said to him with a wink. Cassius looked like he could really use some help at school, and maybe Addison could at least alleviate the teasing just a little bit. "So, we're going to the dance together, huh?" She asked with a bit of a laugh. She smiled at him and lightly nudged his arm. "Pick me up at seven, yeah?" She asked him with a smile. "I have a car, so we can be unconventional. I'll pick you up." She said, not knowing if the boy had a car. She then looked around and spotted Grayson talking to Emhry. She felt a small feeling of jealousy in her stomach, though it soon faded. Addison wasn't the jealous type. She knew people made decisions whether you liked it or not. As they walked down the hallway, she noticed a few guys give Cassius a mean look. She rolled her eyes and walked with her head held high. She led him back towards the front of the school. She caught sight of Jackson and gave him a little wave before continuing down the hallway with Cassius. "So, my little friend, I don't know much about you. Enlighten me." She said, sitting down on a bench in the hallway. She patted the seat beside her and smiled.

˜”*°• {Niall Miller||Artist}
(Assigned: Samantha) (Tags: Samantha) (Heterosexual) (17) (Male) •°*”˜

Niall then laughed and shook his head. "I can't believe I even signed up for this." He said with a sigh, smiling at Samantha. At least she seemed nervous too, though he didn't know why. She was pretty, funny, smart...all around pretty epic. Why would she be nervous talking to someone like him. "Alright, how about I break the ice. I'm Niall Lee Miller, I play guitar...and wow I'm pretty lame that's it." He said, chuckling and shaking his head. He passed a hand through his ginger hair. "I actually think we met before. We were in middle school together." He said shrugging. "Then again, I was pretty quiet." He said, not wanting her to see bad for not recognizing him. Yeah, he remembered her. She was friends with a guy who would call him Ron Weasley all the damn time. He even had it spray painted on his locker. Niall didn't want to bring it up, though. He glanced around and waved to his friend before directing his attention back to the pretty girl in front of him. "What about you? Anything I need to know?" He asked with a raised brow. "Like are you going to lock me in the science lab and skin me alive at the dance?" He asked, shaking his head. "I'm kidding." He assured her with a smirk. Samantha seemed pretty cool to him.

[Kunikidaa]

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||18||Male||Hetero||Jock||Assigned:Emhrys||Tags:Emhrys||

Grayson sighed, he would just have to deal with going to the dance with Emhrys. He heard someone speaking to him. It was a familiar voice and he knew right away who it could possibly be. He looked to his side to her grinning at him. ”Hey Em. Maybe I could pick you up at 7 PM. As for the corsage, it depends is it’s worth spending money on.” he answered grinning in return. They were about the same height so he just looked her straight in the eyes. They got along pretty well, Grayson felt thankful he wasn’t assigned to someone he wouldn’t get along with. He looked around and saw some girls he probably wouldn’t like going to the dance with at all. He felt relieved.

He started wondering about what time it was. Looking at the clock, he saw that they had a while before class started. It wasn’t like he was gonna ask anybody to the dance. He signed up for it because his friend, Addison, convinced him to join to help the student council. He wasn’t sure about why other people did it, they were probably forced to do it but at least it had a helpful purpose for the school.

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||17||Female||Hetero||Cheerleader||Assigned:Niall||Tags:Niall||

As soon as he mentioned them being in middle school, her memory started to work a bit. She looked at the guy in front of her. He did look familiar to her. She remembered now, one of her friends bullied him. Samantha had tried telling him to stop many times but her friend never listened. She giggled in response to Niall’s joke. She seemed to be able to trust him. Even trust him enough for her to tell him that she secretly played the piano in the music room when no one was around. Samantha played piano when she was younger, her mom taught her how but she stopped learning from her mom when she started getting busy. ”To me, you don’t seem pretty lame really. Being able to play the guitar sounds really cool, I can kinda play piano. Well for me, I’m Samantha Ryder and I’m your average everyday cheerleader.” she replied.

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen (junior) │ assigned eden │ tags eden
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xxxxxraising a hand to the strap of his backpack, he tenderly rubbed it with his thumb. he couldn't deny that the slightly older male's calm disposition was making him feel more settled over the idea that he'd have to go to the dance when he hadn't been for so long. but his mind followed his eyes, to eden's cheery face. he wondered how someone could be so welcoming, especially to someone who they'd just met. the idea slipped from cliffe's mind rather quickly, though. rather than overthink the moment, he'd like to enjoy it.

a grin crossed cliffe's face. "i mean, it's not that impressive considering almost everyone else has lived here their whole life too," shrugging, he let the backpack slightly slip down his shoulder before pulling it back up. "but the accent's just kind of from my parents, since they lived in norway their whole lives until now." he sheepishly chuckled, returning his lone hand to the spot in his pocket.

watching the senior tap his fingers, the male abruptly dropped his bag on the ground and began digging in the front pocket. a hand offered something to eden, the something being his phone. "that's good," he murmured. "i think the bell might ring soon. can i have your number? if we're going to the dance together then i really want to be able to text you." smiling warmly, he still felt awkward talking so freely to someone he'd met like, five minutes ago.

[kino]

❨ 𝐄 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 :: 𝐍 𝐀 𝐄 𝐒 𝐇 𝐄 𝐈 𝐌 ❩ ────────────────

﹙ male ﹚﹙ 18 ﹚﹙ school ﹚﹙ senior ﹚﹙ assigned: cliffe ﹚﹙ tagged: cliffe ﹚

Scoffing quietly when the junior would insist that living in the United States for a long period of time wasn't all that great, he would shift his arm off of the wall, instead folding both over his chest whilst observing his assigned partner. Returning the small grin shortly after, he would nod, shrugging as well. "It is.. kind of impressive, though.. you're from Norway, as myself, so.. I think it is, and you cannot change that." Eden would stubbornly respond, though his voice was laced in nothing but playfulness. Listening to the reasoning behind his accent, he would tilt his head back a little, acknowledging the accurate response. "Oh, okay then. That explains it." He'd murmur laughingly, seeking to return the small bout of chuckling, eyes landing back on the blond. Observing him when he'd rummage about the front pocket of his backpack, he would raise his brows upon realizing what object was being retrieved and offered to him, taking it without hesitation.

"You can definitely have my number." The senior would confirm, flashing the shorter male a perky smirk before getting into the contacts app, typing in his number and his name in order for Cliffe to be aware of whose number it belonged to. Handing it back afterward, he'd allow a small sigh to escape his lips, glimpse inevitably landing on the dark eyed being once more. "I look forward to it." Eden would then hum honestly, gaze trained fully on him while he spoke, features portraying a rather content smirk.

❨ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐋 𝐂 𝐎 𝐋 𝐌 :: 𝐑 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 𝐓 ❩ ────────────────

﹙ male ﹚﹙ 17 ﹚﹙ school ﹚﹙ junior ﹚﹙ assigned: marie ﹚﹙ tagged: marie ﹚

Dark glimpse shifting along the different people for a moment more, he'd eventually give up, giving his ebony-colored hair a gentle ruffle. He was unsure on who he was assigned to, which was a little unsettling, but he hoped that whoever he was chosen with would know him in order to alleviate any sort of confusion. Simply observing the other people who seemed to be having not much complication in identifying who they were going to the dance with, he'd be startled when he would feel the mildly harsh contact be made to his shoulder, attention snapping to the person who had done so. She appeared to be quite confident, or perhaps a little blunt. He wasn't entirely sure yet, but the fact that she had approached him so quickly with the questioning of his name convinced him that she was somewhere along the lines of outgoing. Certainly he'd seen her before, though it was vague.

"I, yeah. I'm Malcolm." He'd respond, observing her posture for a moment. She was self-assured for sure, which was quite the opposite of himself. It made the whole thing a bit more awkward; for himself, at least. "You must be Marie..?" The junior would ask, though he was substantially convinced that she was definitely the one he was paired with; no one else matched the image that he had faintly recognized her by. Observing her a few moments more out of curiosity, Malcolm would shift his hands into his pockets, taking note that she was rather attractive. There were a lot of people at the high school who looked good, although he never pictured himself getting around to hanging out with any of them, mostly due to his nervous personality.

[fire.]

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the cheerleader || jackson || seventeen years old || tagged; open

fawn arrived at school 10 minutes before the first bell rang. this was way earlier than her usual time. the girl always walked in right before the bell, which usually required running. she looked at her phone ignoring the many notifications on her screen and walked up to the commons area. there was quite a crowd gathered there and she once again looked at the date. damn it! she thought as she remembered the parings were up today. look. it wasn't her fault she was currently single. if it wasn't for that prick jackson she still would've been together with luca. but of course jackson had to ruin everything good that happened here at good olde high school. she started to walk away from the area before she stopped herself. what could she say, she was really curious to see who her partner was. she shook her head slightly but ended up giving in and heading over there. she saw jackson walk away clearly mad with who he had been paired with. poor girl. i hope she had a good life... fawn thought before she made her way through the crowd and came face to face with the piece of paper. she looked for her name which was drowned out by the many that were on the list. and once she found it her face paled.
it was like those movies when you see your life flash before your eyes. she stared at the paper in shock still trying to figure out who the people on the dance committee were so she could kill them. jackson! you had to be kidding. simple. she wouldn't show up. she nodded and walked away happy with her new resolution. but she then had an even better idea. revenge. with that happy thought in her mind fawn made her way to chemistry before sitting down and regretting her entire life.

[ghast.]

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gender male │ age seventeen (junior) │ assigned eden │ tags eden
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xxxxxmockingly, cliffe sent a fake cautious look. if he could be honest, at the moment he didn't really have a good friend -- just a few people he'd talk to occasionally. it wasn't like him to make a lot of friends, in general and especially at school. eden seemed like the type who anyone would want to be around, so he couldn't understand why he hadn't a date to the dance already. although, he wasn't complaining. he'd actually gotten lucky, considering he could've gotten someone he...wouldn't have clicked with so much.

tilting his head, the junior crossed his arms over his chest. "if you say so," he grinned, laughing quietly. despite his usual temperament to be rather reserved, he still wanted to talk. not that he'd met many people in his life, but eden was definitely, if not the first, one of the most interesting people he'd met. "born in norway. but i guess when you move to america when you're three, you don't really have a choice on where you live." he jokingly stated.

a smile intercepted his face, taking his phone back and shoving the object where it had belonged. his attention perked and his head rose when the second comment was made, dumbfoundedly. "yea, uh..me too," abruptly nervous, he rubbed his arm feebly. his attention again was peaked when he heard the bell for classes ring; thankfully, he'd probably see the male again at lunch. pulling the bag onto his shoulder, he smirked at eden. "well, i'll see you later?" obviously, the answer was clear, since one way or another they'd have to go to the dance, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

[xiao.]

𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚂
[ male ] . [ 17 ] . [ jock ] . [ assigned: fawn ] . [ tags: open ]
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jackson walked away from the group of people, spotting fawn on her way to check out the list. he shook his head. boy was she in for a huge disappointment. what were the chances of her getting paired with the guy that ruined her relationship? well, to be fair, she should've known better. no relationship was safe with mr. hayes knowing. he was bound to ruin it somehow. as he stalked down the hallway, he spotted addison wave to him, but he was too angry to do anything but nod back. normally he'd wink at any girl that looked at him, but he was annoyed and couldn't bring himself to think about any girl except fawn. and not in a good way. jack saw her and made like he was going to walk up to her, but was interrupted by the bell ringing. grunting, he turned and headed to class. good thing they were in the same chemistry class, or maybe not. smirking, the boy entered the classroom and sat down in the back. not a day had passed that he hadn't been moved to the front because of his messing around, but he was used to it.

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚄𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽
[ male ] . [ 18 ] . [ outcast ] . [ assigned: addison ] . [ tags: addison ]
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cassius had been worried she'd be angry, but her smile made him relax his tense shoulders and let out a breath of relief. when she complimented his backpack, he just forced a little smile and looked at the ground shyly. "oh, thanks..." she didn't seem disgusted to be around him, so that came as a big shock, but he was glad. she made him feel a little more comfortable, and he let his guard down. he didn't reply to her joke, thinking she was serious for a moment. he did have a car, but it was in the shop after he let his older brother use it, being too soft and nice to say no. he was kind of relieved though; picking someone up for the dance would make him so nervous. although being picked up was kind of embarrassing. hopefully no one would see. cass walked beside her, his head down slightly, to avoid any glares or mean smirks. when she spoke again, he looked up, frowning at the word "little" but he said nothing about it. slowly, he sat down on the bench, looking down at his hands. "oh, um... there's nothing important or worth mentioning, really." he shrugged. his self-esteem was obviously pretty damaged. "what about you? i don't know you either." he attempted to change the topic from him to her, finding it was a lot easier to talk about. suddenly the bell rang, spooking him and making him jump slightly. well, there goes his chance to actually make a friend.

[fire.]

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the cheerleader || jackson || seventeen years old || tagged; jackson

fawn was just starting to have fun toying with the idea of her revenge 101 plan when she felt someone slide into the seat behind her. damn it she said under her breath. she has totally spaced the fact that she shares this class with the famous mr. hayes. the one and only prick #1. she should really get him a mug. sighing she turned around and looked at him. look. just so we're clear. i don't want to go to this stupid thing and specially not with you. so just buy a pretty corsage. pick me up. and then we totally avoid each other at the dance. got it? she said looking at him. she was a representative of school spirit. she had to attend the dance and support the high school. just preferably not with him. and if jackson takes the bait-- when jackson takes the bait (cause let's face it he will jump up and down like a girl for a chance to annoy the hell out of her) her plan will be in motion. try to get close to him. or as close as she can without being infected by his stupidity and then try to embarrass him. give him a taste of his own medicine. but let's face it. you and me. never unless hell magically freezes over, is never gonna happen. so why bother acting like a couple once we're there. i mean unless you want to annoy the hell out of me, please don't. she said emphasizing her point. she was going to have plenty of fun with this. and just like that the bell rings leaving her alone to her thoughts and chemistry. one of the many things she and jackson didn't share.

[FAERIEH0NG]

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| ♡ age. seventeen | ♡ gender. male | ♡ assigned. mijin | ♡ tagged. open |

surprise!!!It was a Monday morning, which meant that Jaehan Dahm woke up at the regular time of 6:25 to get ready for school rather than having an alarm that went off at 5:30 so that he could go running before he had to attend his classes. That was only for Tuesdays and Thursdays. He hadn't been expecting the late rising, though, seeing as his head felt like a thick bowl of jelly as he rolled over to turn off his blaring alarm, his dark hair a mess of curls. He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head slightly as he glanced at the time. 6:27, on a Monday. His feet had just barely touched the floor when he heard his mother very loudly coming up the stairs, screeching something about him waking up that was halfway Korean and halfway English. He was quick to throw open his closet door and pretend that he had been awake for a long time, pulling out clothes at random and greeting his mother warmly when she opened his door. She walked past peacefully and he was, luckily, in the clear. Not once did he think about the pairings for the Valentine's Day dance. It was something that he had unintentionally forgotten about -- he would be in for quite the surprise when he got to school, though that wasn't something that he was aware of yet.
surprise!!!His breakfast was a single, very quick piece of toast. He kissed his mother goodbye, grabbed his varsity jacket off of the coat rack, and made his way outside to his car, fishing his keys out of his pocket. Even as he drove to school, hits from the 60's playing softly over his radio, the thought of the dance did not once cross his mind, and still hadn't by the time that he pulled into the parking lot and made his way inside, smiling softly and looking around at the crowd of people around one particular spot in the hallway. He saw lots of his friends there, the majority of them looking either disappointed or indifferent. It was only at that very moment that he remembered the pairings for the dance, and he felt his heart jump to his throat. He'd allowed the dance committee to choose for him, and the results were in. He wasn't usually one to get nervous, especially when it came to dances, but the fact that he had no say in who he was going with freaked him out and yet excited him in ways he couldn't explain.
surprise!!!"Ahh, excuse me, I'm so sorry," JD mumbled as he gently shouldered past a few people who were trying to find their names on the list. He was tall enough to look over them, but he still preferred an up close and personal view just so he knew for a fact who he would be going with. His eyes scanned the list, picking out his friends' names and who they would be with. Grayson and Emhrys. Cassius and Addison. Eden and Cliffe. Jackson and Fawn, oh God... oh, there was his name. He swallowed roughly, his hand involuntarily fiddling with the collar of his shirt as his eyes looked for his match. It didn't take long to find, there she was. Mijin Lee. Immediately, the tension he'd been feeling was washed from his shoulders. He let out a sigh of relief, a smile making its way onto his face. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a step back and glancing over his shoulder in hopes of catching sight of the girl he'd been paired with. Mijin was... a catch, to say the least, and he was pleased to find that he was lucky enough to be the one to take her to the dance. Every girl was lovely, but... he'd always had a bit of a thing for her. He didn't see her yet. Either she already knew, or she hadn't even come in yet. Should he wait for her? A quick glance at his phone told him that he would have to be in Chemistry with Jackson and Fawn very soon. Still... he decided to wait to see if he ran into her for just a few more minutes.

[xiao.]

𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚂
[ male ] . [ 17 ] . [ jock ] . [ assigned: fawn ] . [ tags: fawn ]
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jackson was pulling out his notebook, filled with copied notes from someone who was actually good at chemistry. he wasn't good at any of his classes except p.e. he wasn't the brightest person, but no one liked him enough to help him unless he forced them to. he was just thinking about whose notes he would steal today when fawn turned around to face him. he looked up, raising his eyebrows. when she finished, he snorted and looked away. "yeah i'll buy you a nice black corsage with dried up leaves to match your personality." he mumbled, half to himself, but loud enough for her to hear. she continued, and he rolled his eyes. "yeah, yeah. but it's my job to annoy you. and i love my job." he smirked, totally unaware of her plans. he didn't think anyone would dare try anything to him, but clearly he was wrong. humming, he turned back down to his notebook, starting to draw a little stick figure drawing that he imagined was her. it had stringy hair, mean eyebrows, and big hands. the jock giggled childishly to himself as he drew over his notes, thinking it was quite accurate and amusing.