{weston high}{high school rp}{o+a}

[fluffypears]

atlas mayfair
male | junior | artist | location; library | tags; ryann

atlas's heart fluttered as ryann laid her head on his shoulder, and he relaxed to give her more comfort. his cheeks reddened yet again; he hadn't expected her to want to get closer to him. it made him relieved to know she trusted him enough. atlas could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo, felt himself growing calmer. when she uttered her thanks, he smiled.
"i'm happy i could help," he said softly. it was true; he'd been nervous that he wouldn't be good enough to confide in, but it seemed he did alright. "you've gone through so much, and you're so incredibly strong. i hate that you feel like you have to apologize when you get upset. despite what you may have been told or teased for"--his eyes narrowed at the students that had laughed at her previously--"it's okay to cry, and you're not weak or worthless or a joke. i've known you for less than an hour, but i can see you're tough as hell."

[spotthecow]

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xxxxx𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙴
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roselyn||female||senior||eighteen||creative mind{artist}||loc;lunch room||mentions;daniel,majesty||tag(s); tommy
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xxxxxRoselyn bit her bottom lip, her face glowing with red as she tried to help the boys pick up the food. It was better than watching them and feeling even more awkward than she already was by standing there. 'Great, the whole school has easily heard this by now, though I swear I didn't touch the tray... Her green eyes flickered up to Thomas she stood back up again then turned her head slightly towards Daniel as he offered money. 'What? Oh, don't do that...'Her mind wandered silently, knowing that probably wasn't the best idea in the world especially since everyone would've thought it was her fault in the first place. That and nobody offered the Thomas Ryans money unless it be on his own terms, one thing Rose failed to mention to him.

The redhead's gaze averted from canadian boy as he left to join her friend, to the hand that was now situated just above her hip when the popular spoke. Something about it just didn't feel right, but the girl did begin to feel her heartbeat rising. 'He's never been this way...' Roselyn wouldn't dare look into his eyes, that was the last thing on her mind when out of the corner of her eyes the fake, devilish smile of Majesty lingered. 'Gosh, I'm never going to hear the end of this...Thomas is your plan to make her hate me even more? Well, it looks like it's working.' Tommy might have known pieces of what the girl had done to her after she left, but he couldn't nearly be there for it all. Rose couldn't bring herself up to say anything about it, but she was contemplating life and the attention placed on her. "L-let's go then, I am going to split my lunch with you, just don't...Please, don't be like that." She didn't give Thomas the choice whether to accept or not, for knowing that he wouldn't even take it if she asked.

Things were going too fast for Rose and she didn't know how to feel about it. The entire summer, Rose managed to go not to a single party. She didn't even talk to Tommy until today and there he was, in all his glory, and she turned away. What girl in her right mind would do that to an attractive guy like him? Roselyn, of course. Her sweet voice faded as she slipped away from the boy's reach to get to her friends at the bleachers, mouthing a small, but sincere 'help me,' to Amandla.

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landon||male||senior||eighteen||the leaders||loc;lunch room||mention;natalie||tag(s);open
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xxxxxLandon felt a grin fall on his lips when Natalie arrived to sit beside him. "It's been fine, kind of boring to me, actually," with most of the teachers, it seemed that all they did was simply hand out syllabuses or hand out piles of notes. That really wasn't all that exciting. The brunet boy messed with his hair a little before getting out a protein bar and a simple, ham, cheese, and lettuce wrap. It was all he needed, knowing that chances were Leadership had snacks just waiting for them. "How are all your classes so far? There seems to be a lot of new kids this year."

[Strawberry.Wyne]

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Female|Nerd|17 years|Location;; Cafeteria|Tags;; Leo
Olive smiled as he referred to her as his girlfriend, and could feel the butterflies in her stomach “You bet I am, with a foam finger and everything,” she said and nudged him teasingly. She poked one of his red cheeks playfully “You’re cute when you blush,” she said with a light laugh.

[Teen_Wolf_Addict]

Leo Hale/Male/Straight/Single/International Student/Tags:Olive

Leo looked at her he was blushing again "stop it your making me blush more and I hate blushing " his cheeks were really hot and red he could feel the warmth around his neck he bit the inside of his cheek he was showing weakness it was to obvious he was nervous

[Litwick]

⮚R Y A N N , S O L A R S⮘
➢ Nationality(English)
-Library
(New Student)-Female-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, artist
-Hetrosexual
-Semi Mute/begenning to talk-
Mentions; TAGS; Atlas ,

Ryann smiled at his words, she'd never considered herself being strong. She inhaled a deep breath-now calm by his touch as her heart fluttered at his protectiveness. "I think-k you're my n-new best friend, Don't tell Amandla" she joked tiredly, scooting herself closer to the boy and laying her legs out in front of her. Her right leg pressed against his left and her right side of her body rested against his left as well. She felt comfortable-safe, in his touch and embrace. She opened her eyes, her deep blue staring into his own blue eyes. She found them beautiful, like the brightest crystal, because knowing her own-when she looked into her own reflection-she felt her eyes were empty-but full.. like the ocean, and enjoyable place, but also a place where you could oh so easily drown. She examined his features up close, tracing over his face with her eyes, and her own stopped on his full lips before she blinked, her breath hitched-getting caught in her throat as she met his eyes again, sending him a gentle smile and angling her head back onto his shoulder. She flinched though-the weight of her head pressing up against his shoulder pushed on her previous stitches, so she instantly lifted her head. Her hand flying up to her temple before feeling a warm liquid, only to pull it back and see a stitch had popped. Why had everything had to go wrong for her at the best times. She exhaled a shaky breath before grabbing her phone out of her pocket and crossing her legs. She dialed her foster fathers number, phoning him instantly, before she felt another pressure in her head, it stung-burned-in agonising pain. "ahh" she winced, groaning out her hair now sticking to the side of her head. He instantly picked up, "Whats wrong?" he's ask, "I-my stitches" she muttered out in pain, "I-oh no, do you have a friend that c-could get you to the city hospital? I'll call in for you but I'm two hours away at work" he answered worriedly as she pressed a few fingers onto the side of her head, a migraine forming. "I-uh yeah yeah, I'll see you later, bye dad" she let out, hesitantly calling him dad as she exchanged goodbyes and hung up, shoving her phone back into her pocket. Tears brimming her eyes as her head pounded, looking at his shirt seeing as it had a bit of blood on it. "Oh my God I'm so s-sorry" she panicked, her tone of voice causing her head to pound harder as she groaned again. "D-do you drive? Or know any-yone that does" she let out weakly her eyes growing heavy while keeping distance from the boy, not to dirty him.

⮚ D A N I E L , N E T T S⮘
Nationality(Canadian)
-Lunch room//bleachers
-(New Student)-Male-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, Artist
-Hetrosexual
-Anxious/Friendly
Mentions; -Roselyn , Thomas,-
TAGS; Amandla

Daniel sighed tho, putting the ten dollar bill into his pocket- he probably left the impression of him being a snobby rich kid-which he was the total opposite. The new house they'd moved to was a bungalow, although, it did have a few leaks and the ac didn't work, he was humble, and even his outfit was one that was lended by a cousin... That ten dollar bill was just extra for himself if someone was to demand for his lunch money-or lunch, it was $10 out of his life savings which was only 30. He worked for it, doing the neighbors work and getting a few dollars here and there, but he'd do whatever to lend his mother some because he wanted to help with food-the house-and his little sister, sometimes he'd not even eat because he wanted to give his family his food, ever since they moved his mother hasn't been able to find a job, after all, his father-who was divorced from his mother-took the most valuable things and their money along with him. He let out a small sigh-perhaps he was right, nobody liked him-he didn't even know why he wasn't homeschooled. He averted his gaze before turning to Amandla, "I-uh, is it okay if I-I sit with you?" he asked, keeping his distance.

[fluffypears]

atlas mayfair
male | junior | artist | location; library | tags; ryann

atlas couldn't help but gleam as ryann addressed him as her new best friend. he chuckled, pretended to zip his mouth shut. "my lips are sealed."
she'd shifted even closer, and he turned to her, then, lips just slightly open as their eyes were locked. he couldn't help but offer a lopsided grin, red spreading throughout his face as the brunette watched him, her eyes so light and warm. god, he got so flustered so easy. they were so close... she laid her head back on his shoulder, and he shoved the feeling of disappointment deep inside, especially when a hiss of pain shook him from his daze. "oh, god, are you okay?" he watched as blood trickled from her freshest wound, and watched in dismay as she made a call to her foster father. he pushed himself up into a crouching position, held both hands out and waited for ryann to take them. "no, it's alright. i'll worry about my shirt later," he responded quickly as she apologized. "i drove myself here, i can take you to the hospital." he kept himself calm, not wanting to make the girl's situation worse by panicking.

[Litwick]

⮚R Y A N N , S O L A R S⮘
➢ Nationality(English)
-Library
(New Student)-Female-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, artist
-Hetrosexual
-Semi Mute/begenning to talk-
Mentions; TAGS; Atlas ,

Ryann nodded curtly, her blood rushing even more before she hissed in pain again, "Hmm yes yes, okay" she groaned lazily, tiredly as her eyes grew heavy. However she knew she wasn't supposed to fall asleep, especially if blood was pouring from her temple. "ahh" she hissed again as another preassure point forced, another stitch had popped. "mhm-we should g-get going now shouldn't we" she chuckled, this had happened once before, when someone had shoved her into a wall-but she took defense classes and gave them their fair share-however her foster center had took care of her-not the hospital-so she was a bit nervous. "A-Atlas, I don't want to cause you trouble to miss school, but" she slurred, her speech now toning down as a main side affect of this was that she'd black out or have slurred speech. "thank you very much kind sir" she huffed out in her thickest accent before helping herself and the boy up and sending a kiss to his cheek-of course standing on her tip-toes as she wasn't as tall as him. "Now off we go" she chuckled, the pain increasing before she propped herself up against him, "and quickly, please" she muttered lifting a hand to her head.

⮚ D A N I E L , N E T T S⮘
Nationality(Canadian)
-Lunch room//bleachers
-(New Student)-Male-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, Artist
-Hetrosexual
-Anxious/Friendly
Mentions; -Roselyn , Thomas,-
TAGS; Amandla

Daniel sighed tho, putting the ten dollar bill into his pocket- he probably left the impression of him being a snobby rich kid-which he was the total opposite. The new house they'd moved to was a bungalow, although, it did have a few leaks and the ac didn't work, he was humble, and even his outfit was one that was lended by a cousin... That ten dollar bill was just extra for himself if someone was to demand for his lunch money-or lunch, it was $10 out of his life savings which was only 30. He worked for it, doing the neighbors work and getting a few dollars here and there, but he'd do whatever to lend his mother some because he wanted to help with food-the house-and his little sister, sometimes he'd not even eat because he wanted to give his family his food, ever since they moved his mother hasn't been able to find a job, after all, his father-who was divorced from his mother-took the most valuable things and their money along with him. He let out a small sigh-perhaps he was right, nobody liked him-he didn't even know why he wasn't homeschooled. He averted his gaze before turning to Amandla, "I-uh, is it okay if I-I sit with you?" he asked, keeping his distance.

[fluffypears]

atlas mayfair
male | junior | artist | location; outside/car | tags; ryann

atlas grew more and more worrisome. there was so much blood, and ryann was slurring her words, and she looked to be growing unconscious. he knew that was far from good. he hefted them both up, wrapping an arm around the other's waist to keep her steady. he nearly stopped when her lips connected with his cheek, but decided to gush over it when ryann wasn't bleeding out onto his clothes in the corner of the school library. he quickly walked her from the room, looking over at her slowly paling form with concern every minute or so as he carefully rushed them through the halls. he ignored the office and concerned looks from passerby; that could be settled another time. he shouldered open the school doors and made his way to his car, using his free hand to dig into his back pocket for his keys. he quickly unlocked the passenger door and opened it, held ryann delicately as he gently guided her into the seat. the buckle clicked in place, and he made his way to his side, getting in and turning on the ignition. he looked over the girl clutching her head as he began to drive, held out his right hand for her. "it's going to be okay. i won't let you bleed out and die on me," he said with a smile.

[Litwick]

⮚R Y A N N , S O L A R S⮘
➢ Nationality(English)
-Car
(New Student)-Female-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, artist
-Hetrosexual
-Semi Mute/begenning to talk-
Mentions; TAGS; Atlas ,

"mhm, your steering wheels are on the left side.. mmm yessss I came very close to dying" she shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes drooping, "Mmman did his bottles hurt, and damn, they cut deep" she blurted out, catching herself and mentally cursing as she slumped back in her seat. She looked over at the boy, "you are one nice fella" she gleamed, taking his right hand in her own-which was strange because she didn't enjoy touching boys. "mhm, soft hands too, you're a charmer" she let out tiredly, her head balancing against the back of the seat before falling onto her arm, she still clutched his hand though, coming back to all seriousness, "But don't worry.. if anything happens, i'll forgive you, I'll be okay" she whispered, but would she really? she yawned again, picking their conjoined hands up before kissing the back of his, her eyes fluttering close before she nodded to the beat of music in her head-even though the radio was off. "mhm, safe travels, night night" she announced, instantly being embraced into what she assumed was slumber, clutching his hand her grip loosened as her body fell unconscious.

⮚ D A N I E L , N E T T S⮘
Nationality(Canadian)
-Lunch room//bleachers
-(New Student)-Male-Seventeen(Junior)
-Musician, Artist
-Hetrosexual
-Anxious/Friendly
Mentions; -Roselyn , Thomas,-
TAGS; Amandla

Daniel sighed tho, putting the ten dollar bill into his pocket- he probably left the impression of him being a snobby rich kid-which he was the total opposite. The new house they'd moved to was a bungalow, although, it did have a few leaks and the ac didn't work, he was humble, and even his outfit was one that was lended by a cousin... That ten dollar bill was just extra for himself if someone was to demand for his lunch money-or lunch, it was $10 out of his life savings which was only 30. He worked for it, doing the neighbors work and getting a few dollars here and there, but he'd do whatever to lend his mother some because he wanted to help with food-the house-and his little sister, sometimes he'd not even eat because he wanted to give his family his food, ever since they moved his mother hasn't been able to find a job, after all, his father-who was divorced from his mother-took the most valuable things and their money along with him. He let out a small sigh-perhaps he was right, nobody liked him-he didn't even know why he wasn't homeschooled. He averted his gaze before turning to Amandla, "I-uh, is it okay if I-I sit with you?" he asked, keeping his distance.

[fluffypears]

atlas mayfair
male | junior | artist | location; car | tags; ryann

despite knowing that her wonky actions weren't a good sign, atlas couldn't help but send a smile ryann's way as she made light commentary, only to frown with furled eyebrows as she mentioned... god, what a horrible man she had to put up with. he was glad to know she wasn't under her biological father's care, but it seemed that could change. he silently begged any deity out there to keep ryann from going back to that abusive home. he glanced over as she took his hand, squeezing hers in comfort just briefly. he tried to keep his eyes on both the road and his drowsy passenger as she continue to speak, blushing when she complimented him. he almost choked on nothing when she kissed the back of his hand, trying to stay focused on the streets. atlas nearly dismissed the "night night," before her grip on him slackened and she went silent, and he began to pat her arm urgently. there's no telling what else would go wrong if she fell asleep.
"no, no, ryann, stay with me. you have to stay awake. come on."