Valentine High School *Cliques, Romance RP* Accepting!

[gliscom]

Eliza walked down the corridors, surrounded by a bunch of people, half of them she barely knew. She took a couple left and right turns until arriving at a locker sparkling clean on the outside and on the top half of the wall. "Perfect..." She said swinging the door wide open and inspecting the inside. Suddenly Out of the corner of Eliza's eye she spotted Fizz a couple lockers down from her. "Hey Fizz? Is that your locker?" She said calling out to her in a slightly high pitched voice.

[Mother of Dragons]

Username: Pixie-Lixie
Name: Tristan Gilbert
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Crush: None Yet
Bf/Gf: None Yet
Personality: Tristan is the quiet type who says little and expects little. However his dark aura means nothing as he isn't dark in anyway but an understanding and caring person. He isn't one to pick fights with other people, actually prefers to avoid violence, however he isn't afraid to break one up if he feels that it's getting out of hand. He isn't one to label people and hates nothing more than when people think someone is better than everybody.
History: His parents were killed in a car accident when he was ten. At the time he had been at the park with his grandmother and was the last to find about the tragedy. His grandma couldn't afford to keep Tristan but wasn't going to hand him over to an orphange. After a while she found a foster father who was willing to take him in and Tristan has stayed with him since.
Pets: His Dogue De Bordeaux (French Mastiff), Mahogany. However he has nicknamed the dog Mogs.

Kids?: None
Clique: The Normals
Other: No

[Mrs. Harry Styles]

((Accepted))

Payton nodded, glaring momentarily at Felicity. She really hated Dolls, so she was glad that Margo was not one. Since she first started at Valentine's, the Dolls had given her trouble because she was quite good-looking, but Payton didn't know it was because of that. The Dolls had used to think of her as a threat to their popularity, so they declared her a Loner, and that's how it stayed for years. "So, if you're not a Doll, what are you?" she asked Margo.

Felicity finished applying her lipgloss and stared daggers at Payton and Margo for a moment. Then she realised what she was doing and walked away, very close to wobbling on her killer heels. Her fellow Dolls followed her and they strutted like they were on a catwalk over to where a group of Action Men were standing. A few of Fliss's friends started chatting up them, but there was the odd one or two that were gorming at her. Felicity shot a smug look at Payton and walked down the corridor, out of their sight. Then she heard her sister, "Yep," she said simply, ushering Eliza over to examine her locker.

[gliscom]

Eliza noticed her sister signal her over and quickly shoved her bag in her locker, throwing her phone in after it. "Oo..Looking good," She said looking at how neat and tidy it was, Eliza just threw her things in. She wasn't one to bother about the arrangement of her locker...The inside of it anyway.

[Nals]

She shrugged. "Ehh. A Normal, I guess?" She gave a laugh. "I mean, really. I'm not athletic,"--she mock-flexed--"I'm not emo,"--she checked her eyes in a mirror--"and I'm not a loner, either. Well, not really."

[ThePandaMonsta]

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[Mrs. Harry Styles]

Payton smiled, "I'm a Normal too," she lied. Well, technically she wasn't a Loner now, was she? She had a friend, for about the first time in three years at Valentine's. She was so happy that she didn't want to spoil her friendship with Margo, "I used to have this friend, and she ditched me to become a Doll," she said the word Doll as if it was venom on her tongue.

Felicity smiled a dazzling smile at her sister, "Totally. And I got them to spray-paint it pink for me, isn't it amazing!?" she said, "So, you pulled yet? I know we've only had like a half an hour in school, but this guy just was TOTALLY checking me out, you could just tell..." She looked back over to Payton and Margo, wondering why they were still talking. Didn't Margo know that Payton was a Loner? Nobody talked to Loners, not even Normals.

[Mother of Dragons]

Tristan stood at the front of the school for a minute and let out a low whistle. He didn't really want to to be at the school, he would much prefer to be at his guardian's house, kicked back on his bed reading. However he really didn't have a choice. He slung his bag up over his shoulder and walked into the corridors, careful not to draw attention. Just then his phone buzzed. He pulled it out to see he had a new message from his guardian, Darrel. The message read:

T ur dog chewed my pillows, again. Y couldn't u have a gotten a bird?

Tristan shook his head and laughed. The french mastiff had this thing lately where he had to chew everything. Generally Darrel's things, which as funny as it was left him with a mess to clean. He put his phone away and walked up to his locker. He shoved his things in it then closed it with a loud bang. As he walked off, not sure where, he put headphones into his phone then turned on some music, just loud enough to drone out the buzz of the school.

[gliscom]

Eliza raised an eyebrow, "And this guy...What do you think about him?" She said nudging her with a little giggle. "Is he cute?" She said just thinking about this guy she had seen in the hall earlier. "Hey I have actually spotted a guy..." She said with a grin wiped across her face, "His name is Seth." She said whispering his name as there was a big group of guys not so far away from them. It seemed that everywhere Eliza and Fizz had gone there was a swarm of people following...

[lovely disaster]

{Riley Corniel}
Riley sat alone off to the side. She glanced up momentarily at some of the other people but just looked back down at her noteboook. She saw a Doll walk by and rolled her eyes at the girl.

{Seth Wallman}

Seth Wallman walked the halls of Valentine High. He ran a hand through his semi spiky blonde hair and looked for his friends. He saw a couple of the Dolls talking, and a few loners lingering. He spotted Eliza. He waved and walked over.