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Edenridge

Charlie Decker

Name

Charles Jay Decker

Nicknames

- Charlie

Age

Eighteen

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

• Hair: Black | Long
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’3
• Body Type: Slim
• Clothing Style:
  Charlie dressed in lots of black and lots of leather.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:
  Charlie had lots of tattoos (all done illegally), the most notable of these being the Triple S logo on his neck. He also had “Death” on his right knuckles and a sword on his left forearm. He had many scars and would often come to school looking like he had gone five rounds with Mike Tyson. He had both of his ears pierced.

Personality Traits

In spite of what history will say about him; Charlie Decker was not an evil boy.

When he was younger, he was inquisitive and intelligent; always asking questions and wanting to understand how the world worked. Charlie was often found with his head in a book or taking things apart and putting things together again. He would quote famous authors in conversation and write religiously in his journals. He was devoted to his mother and would do anything in his power to keep her happy. It was through this love for her that he started working with Triple S to try and help pay the bills.

Charlie’s biggest issue was self expression; he could never really find it in his heart to let anyone see him for who he was. He kept himself to himself which ended up with him being bullied, being forgotten and him just taking it. The whispers around town didn’t help and a clear picture began to form in Charlie’s head, he just wasn’t welcome in this place. Upon Allison’s death which his drugs caused, the boy was overcome with tremendous guilt which he was never able to shake.

As time moved on, the young man’s view of the world began to grow more and more apathetic and distant.The kids he grew up with were forging bonds and futures whilst Charlie remained stagnant. Failing class due to his extracurricular activities and unable to give them up due to the financial benefits they provided, Charlie was lost in a word he didn’t fully understand but was so desperate to.

After his stabbing and expulsion from the Triple S gang, Charlie was unable to fully recover mentally. After realising that not a single person at school noticed he was gone, he had the entire summer to dwell, which coupled with the drug habit he had developed eventually led him to the tragic choices he made on the first day of senior year.

Biography

The short and tragic life of Charlie Decker was never going to be an easy one.

Father James Winters ran Edenridge’s local church but lost everything in a fire, including several altar boys he failed to save. Falling into a deep depression, James lost his faith and broke most of vows whilst in this state. Amid this, he impregnated Rhonda Decker, a waitress from
Southie. Eventually, James’ mental health deteriorated to the point where he eventually ended his own life via gunshot.

Growing up with a single mother, on the wrong side of the tracks and being the bastard son of a fallen priest who committed suicide meant that Charlie was looked down upon by some of Edenridge’s more notable residents. He grew up with the perpetual feeling of being an outsider and being alone. As caring and loving as his mother was, Charlie never could really get over the feeling of abandonment and isolation that had nestled in his heart. He tried his best to find friends, including local girl Jade Taylor however; many wanted very little to do with the boy.

Entering into high school, Charlie initially struggled to fit in and it soon became apparent that the world of Edenridge was more willing to accept others into their ranks than they were willing to accept Charlie. He was bullied relentlessly by the likes of Logan Rivers and as time passed he fell in with a local gang, the Triple S as a means of survival. Having become a dealer, Charlie was indirectly responsible for the death of Allison Davies by selling her the tainted drugs that took her life.

Everything truly came to a head for Charlie when he went to collect some money from one of his customers in junior year. A fight ensued in which Charlie pulled a knife but it was wrestled away from him and he was stabbed. This action resulted in the implosion of the young man’s world; he was wounded and had lost all of the money he was supposed to collect. The Triple S did not take too kindly to this and kicked him out of the gang with a savage beating. He suffered a breakdown and was kept in the hospital for months. Charlie missed an entire semester at school and when he returned, nobody had noticed he was gone.

A windfall of misfortune, substance abuse and a myriad of mental health issues finally broke down Charlie Decker. On the eve of senior year, he approached a contact from the Fallen Angels MC and got a hold of several guns. He was entranced by the notion of vengeance against a world that had wronged him and sought to make things right.

Charlie kissed his mother goodbye that morning and entered Edenridge High earlier than most. He hid himself in the boiler room with a bottle of Jack and a whole lot of ammunition. Charlie was confronted by Roddy Callahan in the gym. After a tense confrontation, he shot Rod in the back before finally being shot himself by police.

The memory of Charlie Decker is a blight in the lives of Edenridge’s residents. A misunderstood and mentally unstable boy has become a horror story lost to time. People have tried to forget the name but no one will ever forget Charlie Decker.

Family

James Winters - Father - Deceased
Rhonda Decker - Mother

Misc.

• Jordan Connor| D3D3D3
• Font - Incubus
• Pumped Up Kicks - Foster the People
• Charlie would religiously write in a collection of journals. None of which have ever been found since his death.

Edenridge

Roddy Callahan

Name

Roderick Ryan Callahan

Nicknames

- Roddy
- Rod

Age

Twenty

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Complicated

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Shaggy
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’11
• Body Type: Slim and Fit
• Clothing Style:
  Roddy’s wardrobe solely consists of jeans and flannel shirts. He never really was one for fashion.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:
  He does not have any tattoos or piercings but he does have several scars across his body from the usual childhood misadventure and a few from fights. Most prominently though is the one on his back from where he was shot and the resulting surgeries that followed.

Personality Traits

Roddy Callahan is a quiet and reserved young man with a penchant for getting into trouble when it’s not his turn. He is burdened by a compulsive need to meddle in the affairs of others if he feels like they are in trouble. Roddy tries not to hide himself from other people but he tends to struggle to open up to anyone about anything personal. Instead he focuses his energies on helping others rather than helping himself. He has always considered himself awkward in social situations and has taken to liking his own company more out of necessity than choice but he does have a few people he would consider close friends.

Rod has always felt as if he was in the shadow of his older brother Francis whom was oft considered the town golden child. This developed a deep rooted insecurity which has only gotten worse over time when coupled with his need to save people. Roddy has a strong will and has never been one to give up on anything easily but if he feels like he’s part of the problem he will remove himself from the equation and head down a dark path which few have been able to pull him from.

Biography

Roderick Callahan was born in Edenridge some twenty years ago, the second son of John and Edith. Born a month early, Roddy was incredibly sickly and undersized as a child; in spite of this he was always happy and always looking to follow his older brother Francis wherever he went. Unfortunately, Rod was too small for any of the sports that his big bro was perfect at, so he was relegated to the sidelines to cheer him on.

When he first began attending Edenridge High, Roddy was perennially known only as Francis’ baby brother. Things began to change when Francis came out as gay publicly; Rod was already the target for bullies due to his small stature and this only intensified with his brothers revelation. The older Callahan managed to successfully restore his reputation and even change a few people’s way of thinking thanks to his on field accomplishments and positive attitude but Roddy was not so lucky. He continued to suffer the wrath of others and this only got worse when Francis graduated.

In junior year, the bullying had become so intense that Rod had to take some time out of school. It was during this time that his brother came home from college and helped him find his way back to some normalcy. Through Francis’ influence, Roddy took up boxing, something he seemed naturally gifted at. By the time senior year rolled around, he was in a better place both physically and mentally; then it happened.

Roddy had only gotten off of the school bus when the shooting started. He was forced back on by a wave of fellow students who had flooded out of the danger zone. Unable to sit idly by, he made the split second decision to slip out of the back of the bus and run back into the school. He managed to guide several students out of the building, doing his best to ignore the blood stained walls and corpses of kids he had known all his life. When he entered the gym, he was confronted with the shooter; Charlie Decker. Roddy had known Charlie forever but this person before him didn’t even look like the kid he knew. Rod thought he had talked Charlie down, so when he turned to check on Coach O’Hara, he wasn’t expecting the shotgun blast that tore through his back.

By some miracle. Roddy survived but his spine was in all kinds of trouble. Multiple surgeries save his life and his ability to walk but to get back on his feet would be an extremely long road. Once the school re-opened, Roddy missed much of the time, stuck at home with the only company being his dog. Cheerleader Elaine Lancaster would bring him his homework and the two began to form a relationship and unknowingly conceive their child, Rylie. Roddy finally returned to the school on crutches during the final semester and graduated with his friends.

He deferred college for a year, having been accepted to Texas A&M to focus on rehab. Much of his last twelve months have been spent trying to regain full use of his legs and raise his child. He and Elaine ended things but are trying to co-parent as best they can given the state of things.

Family

John Callahan - Father - Butcher - FC: Kiefer Sutherland
Edith Callahan - Mother - Butcher - FC: Julia Roberts
Francis Callahan - Brother - Law Student at Yale - FC: Matt Bomer
Rylie Callahan - Daughter

Misc.

• Jack O’Connell| D2D518
• Font - Celtic Hand
• Sleeping Sickness - City and Colour
• He is an insomniac
• Before deferring for rehab, Roddy was supposed to attend Texas A&M to study Landscape Architecture
• He is a Golden Gloves champion in Boxing
• He was the best man at his brothers wedding
• Roddy doesn’t have any social media
• Rod has only been off of his crutches for a month and a half

Edenridge

Mei Ramsey

Name

Mei Alexandria Ramsey

Nicknames

- MeiDay
Mei Midnight (Artist & Stream Name)

Age

Twenty

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Pansexual

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

• Hair: Black | Long | Mei changes her hair regularly and experiments with various different styles ranging from straight to space buns or manic spikes.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5’5
• Body Type: Slim, Athletic, Ridiculously Flexible
• Clothing Style:
  Everything Mei wears is a statement on how she views the world. She dresses in predominantly black and white clothing; dark jeans, fishnets and corsets or lots of flowing dresses which show off her toned body.
• Makeup Wise: Lots of dark lipstick and eyeshadow.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:
  Mei has both ears, her nose, belly button and lip pierced but she often takes out her lip ring while working. She has a full left sleeve tattoo displaying various representations of Asian culture, on her right inner forearm she has a tarot card of a Priestess. Between her shoulder blades she has a dragon that wraps around into her left shoulder and connects to her sleeve. Mei has a scar on the base of her neck where she was knicked by a bullet

Personality Traits

Mei can be described as someone who cares and feels way too deeply. All of her relationships be them familial or romantic are intense in one form or another and she struggles to turn off her empathic nature. Although she tries to hide her feelings behind her clothes and makeup, Mei is ridiculously emotional and does not deal well with her feelings coming to light. She has a dark and biting humour which combined with a heavily flirtatious demeanour can lead to some interesting situations. Mei prides herself on being incredibly disciplined and is someone who can be relied upon to meet a deadline or any goal you set in front of her.

Biography

Mei Ramsey was the second born daughter of Will and Shannon with one older sister four years her senior, Reagan. A bright and happy child, Mei found her two passions fairly early on in life, art and gymnastics. Whenever she would get the chance, she would grab a crayon or a pen and draw on the walls, on napkins in restaurants pretty much on any surface that was flat. Mei enrolled into a gymnastics program when she was seven which combined with the martial arts training from her father she had pretty much been given from birth made her a formidable athlete. All the female sports teams wanted her but as she matured she settled in becoming a cheerleader.

When she began attending Edenridge High, Mei quickly found a ground of friends she could trust in the freshmen cheerleaders and an idol in Allison Davies, golden girl of the school. Things were all well and good for the first semester, at least until the night of the winter formal. Allison invited her freshmen squad out to an after party which seemed out of character for the Queen of the school. It was across the tracks in Southie but Ally promised she would look after the girls. Hours later, Mei and a few others were ready to leave but couldn’t find Ally; at least no right away. She was found by her squad foaming at the mouth in a bathroom stall; she was dead at seventeen.

Ally’s death left an indelible mark on the young squad, Mei in particular struggled as she idolised Allison. The young woman turned to her artwork and a new interest in the macabre and gothic but to honour her friend, she remained a cheerleader. The intervening years were peppered with messy relationships and hardcore partying as Mei struggled to separate her logical approach to life with her growing free spiritualism. Senior year was supposed to be the reset button and it was, in one kind of way.

Mei was in the art room when she heard the first scream. She poked her head out of the door and was nearly struck by a sea of terrified students. Not knowing what to do, she locked herself in the classroom and hid herself under a table. Alone and afraid, Mei was ecstatic when she noticed Charlie’s shadow at the door. When she got up to greet him all she heard was a pop and the sound of glass shattering. Luckily, Mei only suffered a graze to her neck and the bullet meant for her had embedded itself in someone’s art project. She didn’t leave the floor until the police came to get her, frozen in absolute terror.

The rest of senior year was a slog and what was supposed to be her redemption ended with Mei barely graduating. After high school, she had little options in the way of colleges so decided to stay in town and began a tattoo apprenticeship in the city. She has done her best to turn her life around but Mei is constantly struggling with the idea of who she is and who she wants to be, it doesn’t help that every time she closes her eyes she sees that damned Charlie...

Family

Will Ramsey - Father - Owner of 5 Tool Martial Arts - FC: Johnny Yong Bosch
Shannon Ling - Mother - Psychologist - FC: Lucy Liu
Reagan Ramsey - Sister - Intern at Cape Cod General Hospital - FC: Gemma Chan

Misc.

• Lyrica Okano| C652D5
• Font - Cross X
• Crockett’s Revenge - The Midnight.
• Mei has Japanese, Chinese, Korean and Irish heritage and has represented all these with her tattoos.
• She is a trained gymnast and has a black belt in Karate and has practiced in Jeet Kun Do.
• Mei has a livestream where she reads ASMR horror stories. Her tag on this and all other socials is @DemonDreamGirl.

Edenridge

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Life after high school is always scary.

For the kids that graduated from Edenridge High last year, that statement held a lot more meaning than one might think.

After four years marked by recurring tragedies, senior year was supposed to be a time to forget, to forgive, to dream and to love but one final devastating event not only affected the students of the school but the small community of Edenridge itself. A long road to recovery lay before the people of the Boston suburb and they could only head down it together. Upon a graduation that many did not think was going to happen, Edenridge High closed its doors and a class of students that many around them deemed cursed went off on their individual journeys into a myriad of uncertain futures.

One year later and old friends return to their Massachusetts hometown for the first summer after college. Some of them are well on their way to reaching the goals they set for themselves; others are struggling and are haunted by the events of the previous years. As the hot summer days wind on, these friends and classmates discover that the more things change, the more things stay the same and that sometimes love, friendships, challenges and triumphs last a little longer than the four years of high school.

Welcome home…

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Hey all, first I have to thank you for popping interest here, it’s greatly appreciated. So the basic idea behind this RP is a group of young friends who graduated high school and headed off to do whatever and are now back home one year later for the summer. All these kids survived a horrific ordeal and are still coming to terms with it. The RP will follow these characters as they struggle with their own problems: employment, school, relationships, etc., as well as a vast spectre of a trauma that follows them around like a shadow.

The aim is to experience the good times, the bad times and everything in between. It will be a fairly collaborative piece and it will explore some mature content all of which will be tackled tactfully and accurately labelled with a trigger warning so as to not offend anyone.

Enough interest and I’ll start up a discord and we’ll go from there!

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Edenridge - A History (TRIGGER WARNING)

Located in South Boston, Massachusetts; Edenridge is a community of mixed heritage and culture. Although not considered as bad as the Southie neighbourhood just across the tracks, the twelve block radius which spans Edenridge is known as a “no fly zone” with signs stating “Locals Only” or “Offcomers Go Home”. It is a proud community that is made up of people who were born and will likely die there. To leave Edenridge is a challenge which many fail to meet.

Most businesses in the area are family run affairs and have been around for generations with ownership being passed from father to son. There are more little Mom and Pop cafe’s than there are Starbucks and the residents wouldn’t have it any other way. The same could be said for any food joints as the diners and food trucks outweigh the McDonalds and Burger Kings by a great deal. Of course, the focal point to the neighbourhood is the local high school, Edenridge High.

Situated at the heart of the town, Edenridge High was a source of pride for the locals. It was not an academically sound school with much of its budget being poured into the Football, Hockey and Baseball programs. With good reason, the populace would justify as many alumni would go on to play for the Patriots, Bruins or Red Sox. For the most part, Edenridge was a normal school in a normal town.

It wasn’t until a new freshmen class in 2016 arrived that Edenridge became a source of concern. The event that set it all off was the death of Alison Davies; cheerleader, homecoming and prom Queen, a golden child of the people. She died at a party from the drug overdose. Something about her passing seemed to set off a chain of events which would shake the close knit community to its very core. Over the next four years, Edenridge High and the class of ‘16 were the victims of various tragic and sad events with town deeming many of them cursed or bad luck.

The worst of them all, however, was on the first day of senior year.

It was a warm day in Boston, MA, and everyone was happy to see each other after a long summer. Then Charlie Decker walked into the school with a gun and opened fire. Charlie was a senior and based on the writings later found in his room, he felt forgotten and lost as the people around him grew and evolved together. His rampage of terror lasted only an hour, but the effects would be felt for a lot longer. Charlie’s sad life ended in a hail of gunfire but many lives were lost that day, and many more were changed forever. With a great amount of courage, the town rallied together and the students finished out the year before they headed off on their journeys towards the future.

One year on, the town is still recovering and Edenridge High has been closed down. With a now weakened resolve, the town had become susceptible to gentrification and the big companies are now starting to make their way in and take over the homegrown businesses. The pupils that were at Edenridge have been spread out across different schools, still wearing the fresh, painful scars of the past.

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Rules & Expectations

• Standard Guild Rules Apply
• The writing expectations for this RP is that of casual. Two paragraphs minimum. Focus on quality over quantity.
• Deadlines will be on Sundays with an expectation of at least one post per character every three weeks. If you miss three posting rounds you will be let go from the RP.
• Communication is key, and if you are not going to be able to post for a prolonged period of time, DM/PM me and we'll try to work something out.
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• Mature themes will be covered in this rp but anything that may upset must be marked with a warning or must be submitted for approval to the GM before posting. Per guild rules, any sex scenes, fade to black...
• If you have any questions, comments, or concerns - please PM/DM me.

Return to Edenridge

Discord Link for the interested parties!

Return to Edenridge

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Life after high school is always scary.

For the kids that graduated from Edenridge High last year, that statement held a lot more meaning than one might think.

After four years marked by recurring tragedies, senior year was supposed to be a time to forget, to forgive, to dream and to love but one final devastating event not only affected the students of the school but the small community of Edenridge itself. A long road to recovery lay before the people of the Boston suburb and they could only head down it together. Upon a graduation that many did not think was going to happen, Edenridge High closed its doors and a class of students that many around them deemed cursed went off on their individual journeys into a myriad of uncertain futures.

One year later and old friends return to their Massachusetts hometown for the first summer after college. Some of them are well on their way to reaching the goals they set for themselves; others are struggling and are haunted by the events of the previous years. As the hot summer days wind on, these friends and classmates discover that the more things change, the more things stay the same and that sometimes love, friendships, challenges and triumphs last a little longer than the four years of high school.

Welcome home…

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Hey all, first I have to thank you for popping interest here, it’s greatly appreciated. So the basic idea behind this RP is a group of young friends who graduated high school and headed off to do whatever and are now back home one year later for the summer. All these kids survived a horrific ordeal and are still coming to terms with it. The RP will follow these characters as they struggle with their own problems: employment, school, relationships, etc., as well as a vast spectre of a trauma that follows them around like a shadow.

The aim is to experience the good times, the bad times and everything in between. It will be a fairly collaborative piece and it will explore some mature content all of which will be tackled tactfully and accurately labelled with a trigger warning so as to not offend anyone.

Enough interest and I’ll start up a discord and we’ll go from there!

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Edenridge - A History (TRIGGER WARNING)

Located in South Boston, Massachusetts; Edenridge is a community of mixed heritage and culture. Although not considered as bad as the Southie neighbourhood just across the tracks, the twelve block radius which spans Edenridge is known as a “no fly zone” with signs stating “Locals Only” or “Offcomers Go Home”. It is a proud community that is made up of people who were born and will likely die there. To leave Edenridge is a challenge which many fail to meet.

Most businesses in the area are family run affairs and have been around for generations with ownership being passed from father to son. There are more little Mom and Pop cafe’s than there are Starbucks and the residents wouldn’t have it any other way. The same could be said for any food joints as the diners and food trucks outweigh the McDonalds and Burger Kings by a great deal. Of course, the focal point to the neighbourhood is the local high school, Edenridge High.

Situated at the heart of the town, Edenridge High was a source of pride for the locals. It was not an academically sound school with much of its budget being poured into the Football, Hockey and Baseball programs. With good reason, the populace would justify as many alumni would go on to play for the Patriots, Bruins or Red Sox. For the most part, Edenridge was a normal school in a normal town.

It wasn’t until a new freshmen class in 2016 arrived that Edenridge became a source of concern. The event that set it all off was the death of Alison Davies; cheerleader, homecoming and prom Queen, a golden child of the people. She died at a party from the drug overdose. Something about her passing seemed to set off a chain of events which would shake the close knit community to its very core. Over the next four years, Edenridge High and the class of ‘16 were the victims of various tragic and sad events with town deeming many of them cursed or bad luck.

The worst of them all, however, was on the first day of senior year.

It was a warm day in Boston, MA, and everyone was happy to see each other after a long summer. Then Charlie Decker walked into the school with a gun and opened fire. Charlie was a senior and based on the writings later found in his room, he felt forgotten and lost as the people around him grew and evolved together. His rampage of terror lasted only an hour, but the effects would be felt for a lot longer. Charlie’s sad life ended in a hail of gunfire but many lives were lost that day, and many more were changed forever. With a great amount of courage, the town rallied together and the students finished out the year before they headed off on their journeys towards the future.

One year on, the town is still recovering and Edenridge High has been closed down. With a now weakened resolve, the town had become susceptible to gentrification and the big companies are now starting to make their way in and take over the homegrown businesses. The pupils that were at Edenridge have been spread out across different schools, still wearing the fresh, painful scars of the past.

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Perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through his body from having been on stage that was cursing him with the thoughts that were now running through his head? Whatever the cause, Rico couldn’t shake the idea; he wanted to speak to Ellie, he needed to speak to her. Dutch courage was permeating his bones and he just couldn’t help himself. He had come to this party with the intention of avoiding her but the longer the night had gone on, the more it just didn’t feel right doing what he was doing, not without Ellie by his side.

Rico slapped his cheeks in a way to try and hype himself up and knock out some of the drugs. This was his chance, the brunette was alone. He knew if Lilith was there she’d probably put a foot up his ass and she’d be well within her rights to do so. He put a hand on her shoulder and tried to offer as much of a smile as he could muster.

”Hi El..”

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The Not Too Distant Past

If I fall short
If I don't make the grade
If your expectations aren't met in me today
There's always tomorrow or tomorrow night
Hang in there, baby
Sooner or later, I know I'll get it right
Please don't give up on me

The night had begun as a celebration of love; Yasmin and Isaac had been together through thick and thin and had survived high school together. Now they were in college and home for the weekend to see family and friends. Yet there was another reason, one that involved a hefty diamond ring and a certain situation where one drops to a single knee. Needless to say, the pair needed a soundtrack for their love, one provided by the Latin loverboy; Enrique Suave.

There was a pinch of sadness with every lyric sung as Rico’s own love, Ellie Roberts, was not able to watch him perform on this night as she had to work. Without her there to keep some of his more wild tendencies in check, Rico found himself downing tequila shots and beer between every song and by the end of his set, he was drowning in liquid courage and foolhardiness.

As the night grew beyond the witching hour, the lovers evening had morphed into a rave and where an air of romance once hung, now stood drunken teenagers fighting, fucking and fucking up. Freako had emerged and like an animal off the leash, he was going for everything. Every drink, he blasted. Every line, he snorted, every beat, he danced. There was no stopping him until the world itself put him to sleep. Passed out on a couch, his once pristine white shirt now covered in a combination of alcohol, saliva and maybe cheese whiz? Rico could just about make out the figure of a friend leaning over him.

”Hey yo, Suave? Yo, Rico were heading to Quinn’s you coming? Rico?! Fuck man, he ain’t coming nowhere. Queen, go tell Hunter I’ll catch up with ya’ll. Imma make sure this fool gets home” DeShawn used his mighty strength to pull Rico over his shoulder and carried him out of the party and into a quieter room.

”....Dee...you...you’re...you’re a huge fucker you know that? Like...you must be the best big spoon ever...wait am I flying? Si no te hubieras caído, no te hubiera encontrado ángel volando demasiado cerca del suelo.”

Dee shook his head. He was missing quality time with Melissa for this clown. Everybody loves Rico...except fucking Rico himself it seemed. ”Motherfucker, I have no idea what you just said but if you just tried to suave me imma whoop your ass. I swear on my beautiful mother’s soul.” He laid the drunken troubadour down onto his side to prevent him from vomiting into his own mouth and proceeded to pull out his cell; he would stay with the clown until he got him a ride or knew he was safe from himself.

Hey yo Ellie, you might wanna come get your boi. Freako out on form tonight...

Ellie found herself sweeping the floor of the Yellow Rose Diner, humming along mindlessly to the melodies of Rico’s songs that she had memorized as the last customers departed for the evening. Even though she had wanted to be there in person to watch her boyfriend perform, like most weekend nights she was on the clock. Fridays and Saturdays were some of the best nights to work as they were the busiest, which made it hard for the girl to pass up on. So as much as it hurt her to miss out on the fun she could be having, it was in her best interests (as well as her bank account’s best interest) to pick up those lucrative shifts.

The brunette felt her cell phone buzz from the pocket of her apron, and she couldn’t help but get excited thinking that it was her love trying to get a hold of her. But, to her dismay, it wasn’t from him but it was definitely about him. She felt a twang at the pit of her stomach as she read the text, knowing that if someone was telling her to come and get Rico, it was a bad night. Ellie sighed, and within minutes, she was locking up the doors of the Diner and heading out to her car to go and fetch him. As she drove down the quiet streets with the windows down and the music off, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of trouble Rico had gotten himself into this time- he already knew how she felt about his addictive habits, but he still refused to change his ways which continually frustrated her.

It was evident where the party was happening as Ellie turned down the road, music pulsating and flooding into the endless night, guiding her path. Parking in front of the house, she sent DeShawn back a text letting him know that she was here to get her boyfriend, much to her own chagrin.

By the time that Ellie’s message had come through, Rico had all but passed out and Dee was enjoying the silence. With a great sigh, the linebacker gently shook the other boy awake. ”Yo Suave, your girl is here…”

”ELLIE!” Enrique emerged from his slumber and clawed at the air, hoping for the warm embrace of one Miss Roberts but finding instead the somewhat hairy tasting carpet of Yasmin Hazel’s spare room. ”I didn’t know they had a cat...”

”Come on, big guy.” Once again Dee found himself throwing the mariachi over his large shoulders and carrying him out of the party. He spotted Ellie’s old Toyota Camry in front of the house and swiftly made his way over. Rico was not a small guy but even now, Dee made carrying him look easy. He pulled open the back door and laid Enrique down on the back seat as gently as he could. ”Sorry about this, Roberts. Didn’t want to leave him there, didn’t know who else to call. Good luck. Catch you round the way, Suave.” DeShawn nodded towards Ellie before closing the door behind him and heading off to go catch up with Melissa and the others.

Rico stirred for a moment before sitting up like the Undertaker and turning towards his love. ”Oh, Ellie te extrañé esta noche mi amor, I was on fire tonight. I missed you beautiful.”

As soon as Dee appeared with her boyfriend hanging over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Ellie was faced with the unfortunate reality that tonight was worse than what she was expecting it to be. Part of her had hoped he would have been able to walk to her car on his own, maybe stumbling a bit, but that was wishful thinking. With a berated sigh, she turned to Dee, putting on a brave face for show. “It’s okay, you did the right thing by calling me. Thanks, Dee.” She expressed her genuine appreciation as the boy disappeared towards their peers and she was left to see her boyfriend home.

Ellie looked up at her rearview mirror and gazed at her love in the reflection. “I missed you too, baby, but I’m going to take you home okay?” She replied, hiding any indication of worry in her voice as she put the car into drive and headed towards the direction of Rico’s house. She knew the way by heart even in the darkness, and hoped his parents would be preoccupied enough for her to sneak him in the side door without them noticing. As per usual. “If you feel like you’re going to be sick, just give me a heads up and I’ll pull over.” The last thing Ellie needed right now was to have to explain to her father why she needed her car detailed for free again…

”I am never sick!” Rico projected his confidence at all times, even in a state like he was in. Yet as with most confident people, reality has a way of biting back as it did in this moment when the song and dance man began to feel a churning in his gut. ”Just in case though..” He shuffled to the side and rolled down one of the windows, the cold night breeze hitting him like a much needed slap to the face.

The brunette girl would’ve laughed at her boyfriend’s protest had it not been the same broken record every other time she’s had to collect him from his revelries.

Watching the street lights roll by like a scene from one of arty Ryan Gosling films, Enrique shifted his gaze to Ellie; a passing car illuminating the look on her face which even in his mess of a state, Rico could not mistake for anything else than what it was. All they needed was a synth wave soundtrack and they would be in an art house movie. ”Hang in there, baby. Sooner or later, I know I'll get it right. Please don't give up on me.” He sang for a moment before stopping. These moments were rare, where a song couldn’t help a situation but they did happen.

The fresh air continued to hit the romancer with waves of sobering clarity. ”There's a song in my culture, it’s called Malagueña Salerosa. It tells the story of two lovers and specifically how the man is poor and not good enough for the woman. It’s a legend of a song. My...I...do you know what I mean? I think it’s our song….cause I love you Ellie, I really do, but I’m not sure I’m good enough for you. You deserve better.”

She glimpsed back at him once more before returning her gaze forward to the road they were currently on, shaking off his lyrics and song merely as a blackout soundtrack. It wasn’t the first time he had broken out into song while intoxicated- in fact, it was quite normal for him to do- so Ellie wholeheartedly ignored his singing as she accelerated. But the following words he spoke seemed to hit her right in the gut, and she dismissed them all too quickly. “Shhh, it’s fine. Everything is fine, we’re almost there.” The girl soothed.

Never had Rico before held any poignant truth in his drunken state, but Ellie couldn’t help but wonder, did he mean that? No, no he didn’t. He couldn’t have; they were a picture perfect couple- well, except for her continually growing disdain for moments like this- and the love they had was real. Shaking off her anxieties, she clutched the steering wheel just a bit tighter, turning on her blinker to indicate another right turn as they passed by the Rosefell football field.

He could feel his eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second but he didn’t want to stop looking at Ellie; she was his heart and to stop looking at her would be for his heart to stop beating. He was sliding deeper down the back seat and was all but ready to pass out again but quickly Rico pulled himself back up to a seated position as they got closer to his home.

As the world around him span, Enrique envisioned happier moments in his life, most of which involved Ellie. He remembered their early friendship and the night that it blossomed into romance and the last six months. Yet between those fleeting dreams he felt the pang in his chest, the feeling of something not quite right. He could see the tiredness in her eyes, the exhaustion from dealing with his burning candle lifestyle. She did not deserve to be the one to pick up the pieces of his fractured self. She did not deserve to be just another unfinished song. Ellie Roberts was a ballad of love and joy to be shared with the world and not be pulled down, torn up and left on the cutting room floor. Rico resolved to be better for her...tomorrow.

When the Toyota pulled up outside of La Munica; a gasp of breath escaped from his throat and enough sense returned to Rico’s body that he leaned forward to Ellie’s drivers seat. ”Thank you.”

As she put the car into park, Ellie turned around to meet her boyfriend’s eyes. She could tell just by gazing into them that he was not all there- the ride and the cool evening breeze having resurrected him somewhat, but for the most part he was still gone; just a shell of her love that was hidden underneath alcohol and drugs. It was what she disliked most about nights like these. “Let’s get you inside, casanova.” She tried to smirk and add some humor, but the muscles around her lips refused to cooperate as she emotionlessly unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, ready to assist Rico stumble into the house and make it to his room in one piece.

The brunette pulled the boy from the backseat and onto his feet, slugging one of his arms over her shoulder as she began to guide him towards the side door that she had learned his parents didn’t use. It was nearly 2AM, which meant they were fast asleep by now, but she still wanted to be quiet enough as to not to alert them. Man, she could’ve really used Dee’s muscle at this moment.

It was an ingenious escape route; the kitchen to La Munica had all but become the hub of the home thanks to its central location and link directly into the family restaurant. Little did the Nunez’s know that Enrique had unbolted the side door that led directly into the pantry. No one ever checked and it was perfect for his late evening escapades of sneaking out or sneaking Ellie in. Not that he needed to, Rico’s parents loved Ellie. They loved having her round for dinner, having her taste their new recipes and her general positive presence in their wayward son's life. She was a grounding factor that they appreciated as before her, Rico was a mess.

The pair stumbled into the house as quietly as they could; at least in Ellie’s case, the drunken boy was too busy smelling whatever his chef father had cooked up that evening. ”Oh...oh babe let’s go to the kitchen! It smells so good!” He began to pull towards the cooking area, only for Ellie to act as resistance and pull him the other way towards the stairs. In his current state, Rico could not fight back. She had covered his mouth with her hand as they crept onwards; part of him thought maybe this was some new kink she had learned, which of course he’d be down for, Suave would try anything once but alas it was not the case as a small slither of logic slipped into his brain and told him he was probably just being too loud.

Once the hand reached the top of the stairs, Rico’s eyes were drawn to a photo of his parents. It was one taken when Enrique was but a babe. A passerby snapped a young couple in love and gave them a gift for life. Pedro and Monica’s love story burned bright from the moment their eyes first met on Playa Chac-Mool beach; her, a sun kissed Goddess and him, a struggling food cart assistant. The way they told it, it was like a bolt of lightning permeating their bodies and binding them together forever. Rico was enamoured with their story and how for them, love made the world go round. It was why he would constantly seek it; it was what led him to ask Ellie out to begin with. He couldn’t help but wonder if that dread feeling that hung between him and the brunette now once also separated his parents.

By the time the young lovers had made it to Rico’s bedroom, it had felt like an eternity had passed from the moment Ellie had picked him up. There was a tension, it was sharp and cutting and it was not a nice feeling. He flopped onto the bed but managed to pull himself up to face her. Truly if angels walked among them, Eleanor Roberts was one. Enrique placed his hands upon her hips and rested his head against her midsection.

”Are you gonna stay tonight?”

As the girl stood there, relieved that they had made it to their destination without much hassle, she sighed as her boyfriend’s touch calmed her. She let her hands find their way to his head almost on instinct, running her fingers through his hair as she decided what her next move was. At this point, she was too concerned about his well-being to leave him, and not to mention she was exhausted from the tiring shift she had just worked at the Yellow Rose and didn’t want to get behind the wheel again. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll stay.” Ellie replied quietly. She kept one hand on his head and took out her phone with the other, texting her mother saying that she was crashing at Lil’s, and texting Lil asking her to cover for her.

With the minor details taken care of, the brunette sighed as she helped Rico get out of the stained and dirtied clothes that he had found himself in. She took advantage of the placement of his arms and grasped the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric over his head. What the hell did he get on himself this time? Not even wanting to ask, she moved to take off his shoes, socks, and pants, tossing the garments into the half-full laundry basket that sat in the corner of his room. Only then did Ellie slip off her own shoes and peel off her uniform from work, finding an oversized tee shirt in her boyfriend’s dresser to throw over her head and wear to sleep. Walking back to the bed, she sat down on the edge and looked over at Rico, who’s eyes were glazing over. “Let’s get some sleep, I think we both need it.” The girl stated, her words mostly falling on deaf ears as she hid the conflicted emotions that she felt inside.

The weight of the world, the cocaine and the booze pulled Rico down to the mattress like a ton of bricks and he grumbled in compliance with his girlfriend. He put his hand on Ellie’s and guided her down next to him, wrapping her up tightly in his arms. ”I love you.” He kissed her in habit as he began to fall into lucid champagne dreams.

As the snoring began, Rico’s bedroom door opened and the head of his mother Monica poked around the frame. Ellie jumped, surprised that she was still awake, but her boyfriend didn’t budge as he was already knocked out cold.

“Thank you for taking care of him, Eleanor.” She whispered. “But it’s time to start thinking about taking care of yourself, mi amor. Goodnight.” She blew a kiss to the young girl before softly closing the door to the lover’s room behind her.

Ellie's eyes remained wide open as her head rested on Rico’s bare chest, feeling the rhythmic pattern of his breathing which normally would have lulled her right to sleep. But her boyfriend’s drunken words from earlier in the car, as well as his mother’s shocking advice, repeated over and over in her head, keeping her awake for god knows how long. One question remained in the brunette’s head as she finally let sleep come over her.

Were they both right?

Rosefell High.

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A @BrutalBx & @KatKook Collab

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Enrique could not take his eyes off of Ellie; the way she was moving, the way she looked, she was as perfect as she could have been and it made him loathe himself even more. He wanted to lose himself even more. It wasn’t until he felt Jo’s hand on his forearm that he was able to snap out of his daze and acknowledge her with a look.

Hop on the mic? Is that what she just said? Rico would be lying if he said the thought hadn’t crossed his mind when he first arrived. The DJ was good and he was throwing out some great tunes but in his experience there was nothing like a live act. From both sides of the stage, on and off there was a raw connection that could only be felt when performing and being performed to. One could reach out and touch the world and the world could hold your hand back through the medium of love music.

There were few people who understood this in Rico’s bubble but Jo was one of those few. They had shared a stage and a mic many times during the summer and he had even coached her a little. The girl had talent but just needed someone to push her in the right direction, luckily or perhaps unluckily for her, Enrique was just that sort of bastard.

”Oye, JoJo. You wanna play on that stage? We can make that happen, mi estrella” Rico did his best to clear the cobwebs in his mind formed by his indulgence in cocaine and booze before carrying on. ”I’d say make yourself look pretty but you’re already looking diez perfecto. Go sweet talk the DJ, think about what you want to sing and I’ll go find a guitar. Sound good?”

Seeing that look on Rico’s face after suggesting such a thing made Jo’s face light up, she knew he was on board before she even asked, but of course, being Jo, she had to ask. Rico then started to explain his plan, and Jo could not help but smile.

"Pretty? Yeah! With my totally existent femine charm." Said Jo, she knew she was not exactly the most girly of girls, especially being part of the main roster of the women’s basketball team. "But hey! I’ll give it my best shot, you go on and find that guitar." She said practically shooing him off.

She fixed her hair, and tried to keep her drunkenness from affecting what she was going to say but she knew it was not exactly easy. She quickly fixed up as much as she could and went over to the DJ. She looked the man on the turntables up and down and started with.

"Hey! You’re doing a great job!" What the fuck was she saying at this point? Great job? What is she, this guy’s mom? "I mean… I… I like the way your hands move on those spinny thingies- turntables." Alright, maybe she is hammered.

As this weird interaction goes on, she sure hopes that Rico is doing a better job than her.

As Jo headed off on her mission, Rico let out a great sigh. He had to get Ellie out of his head and music was probably the healthiest escape route he had. He darted through the crowd of drunk teens, doing his best to avoid meeting eyes with his ex. He wound up somehow upstairs; moving from room to room doing his utmost in his current state of mind not to trash every inch of them whilst he hunted for a six string.

He didn’t know much of their host Christian as the guy was a Liberty but from what little rumours he had heard, the kid was into music, which meant that there had to be a guitar somewhere in this McMansion. As he began to feel that his journey was fruitless, Enrique found one more room he had yet to destroy and sure enough, there they were; multiple, beautiful, sleek axes of varying types.

”Fuck yeah”

Now came the hard part of deciding which guitar he would steal. It would hinge on what type of songs Jo would want to sing. He thought back to their summer duets. Her voice was quite soft but there was a power to it, there was soul. Electric guitar was definitely not the way to go. He grabbed a gorgeous looking piece and slung it over his back. Time to do work. He began to hurry down the stairs when he noticed Jo at the DJ decks.

”JO! I GOT ONE!”

"-I know, hey, just hand me a few mics okay?" She said, giving the guy a few pats on his hand before she turned to Rico. She saw him holding the guitar and she quickly made her way over to him. She looked at the guitar and thought about what they could do for a second.

"So… What do you have in mind? You wanna do Bailando or something?" She asked, she was pretty much down to sing anything as long as it was tasteful of course.

It was not lost on him that he shared a name, a vocation and a passing resemblance with one Enrique Iglesias and he had heard pretty much every joke that could be made when he moved to Ohio seven years ago. It was also not a rare thing for people to request he sing the famous Latin idols songs. Hell a lot of the time he did for the lolz and tonight would be no different. If that’s what Jo wanted, then that’s what she would get.

Rico tuned the guitar he was holding. Finding the right sound was a difficult task. Ask any of his friends that would watch home zone out mid conversation as he worked on getting the strum just right. He looked up at Jo and did his best to stop his eyes from watering. ”If you wanna do Enrique then I say let’s take it old school. You know Escape? I can do that acoustic and alternate the Spanish, get the DJ to add a few beats too. Could be sick”

Joanne nodded at Rico before gesturing with her head to follow her, she made her way to the DJ station and told him to hop on the stage next to it. She called for the DJ to help her set up everything, and he obliged surprisingly enough, was Jo supposed to pay him extra for this? She has about… 6 dollars. Hopefully he was not the type.

As soon as the mics were set up Jo looked at Rico and nodded at him, she looked through the crowd to see Sam sat there, she could not be more thankful that people like her are staying for her antics. She tapped the mic a few times which definitely caught the attention of some people. She blinked as soon as eyes were now on her and she took a deep breath before speaking.

"Didn’t really plan this but whatever right?" She looked deep into the crowd until her eyes met Sam’s, "This one’s for you." She said in a deeper voice than usual. She looked at Rico, waiting for his cue to start.

”Make sure you move, mami. This ain’t a song for standing still”

Rico made the sign of the cross as he did before every performance and took a deep breath as he began to pluck at the strings of the guitar. In a strange way, being on a stage was a sobering experience. He had lost count of the times he had been performing and was probably six drinks and four lines deep when he started only to feel sober by the end. It was likely the electricity that coursed through his veins whenever he got to do anything like this. On the floor, Enrique was a mess, on a stage, Rico was at home.

He leaned into the microphone that he was now sharing with Joanne and smiled at her. He had been pushing her for weeks to get out of her comfort zone and this was it. This was the time.

”Here's how it goes, you and me, up and down
But maybe this time we'll get it right, worth the fight
'Cause love is something you can't shake
When it breaks
All it takes is some trying”

The base then hit, the DJ even made it sound better than it originally was, which was a little feat by itself because how often can you improve Enrique Iglesias. Jo’s foot was tapping when it started and when it was her turn she was bouncing like she was the most excited person on earth, one hand locked on the mic while the other was dancing along to the beat.

"If you feel like leaving
I'm not gonna beg you to stay
But soon you'll be finding
You can run, you can hide
But you can't escape my love
You can run, you can hide
But you can't escape my love"

”Hoy, si te vas, ya verás
Que no es tan fácil olvidar
Sabe bien, sabe mal
Como sea, pero es tan real
Que al final
Lo demás no te importa, no, no, yeah”

With a switch to Spanish, Enrique heard a select group of young ladies (and men) drop a collective squeal. It was arguably the move over thing he ever did on stage whenever he jumped to his native tongue. For some reason it drove people wild.

The crowd was obviously getting into it; the flowing mind altering chemicals probably helped but who was he to judge? He glanced over towards Joanne and it was like he could see the music flowing through her body as she moved in rhythm. She was like him, even if she didn’t know it, she belonged up here. The spotlight was meant to be hers. He looked out towards the crowd of dancing teens and began to play a little faster, doing what he could with his feet and hips to dance as he strummed away. Locking eyes with the brunette in the middle of the room, his heart began to pump blood around his body at an incredible rate as he remembered playing this song to her multiple times. Subconsciously, maybe that’s why he was playing it now; for her.

As Jo sang her heart out, she saw in the corner of her eye that she was not the only one singing for someone in the crowd. That was something they shared, that and their love for performing and singing.

"That felt amazing!" She said to Rico as the song ended, Jo gave Rico a little hug and was too ecstatic to not thank the crowd, "Hope you guys like that! My name’s Joanne- Jo Lynn, this was Rico Nunez! Have a good night everyone!" she exclaimed, albeit she was a little out of breath since she usually performed songs not as energetic as what she had just done but it was a great change of pace. She turned to Rico and nodded at him, "Let’s do this again yeah?"

She then hopped off the stage and made her way through the crowd making her way back to Samantha. As she went through the crowd, people started complimenting her and it really felt great, hopefully Sam loved it as much as she loved doing it.

”You shone bright Estrellita” Rico took a final bow to the crowd before jumping down from the stage himself and allowing the DJ to get back to work. He made his way down through the crowd of congratulatory people but there was only one person whose opinion he cares about and his eyes hidden left her since the moment he got on stage.

Rosefell High.

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Fuck Rico

He had heard those words so many times. Some of those times were half hearted attempts to annoy him or said in jest; other times it was purely malice and he did his best to hide the affects. For someone who wore his emotions on his sleeve, Rico also knew how to hide them well.

Fuck Rico

This time it wasn’t Spike saying it. This time it wasn’t some guy whose girl he’s accidentally on purpose hit on. This time, it wasn’t Ellie...he was saying it to himself.

Every beat hit his heart like a shotgun blast.

The rhythm was seeping into his pores and pulsating down his body in a shockwave; forcing it to move to the sound like only he could. He was feeling supersonic.

The LSD was kicking in and your boi Freako was about to put on one hell of a show.

Emerging from the bathroom a damn sight better than how he entered it; Rico made his way back into the party which was even more crowded than how he had left it. That however would not stop him from doing what he does best and getting his party on. The mishap with Billie had all but encouraged him to forget what troubles befell his heart and just let loose. Ellie would never have him back and he hadn’t properly dealt with his emotions since their breakup and the first party of a new school year was no place to soul search. It was only a place to get totally fucked up.

“Suave en la casa, bebé”

Scanning the room, he noted his Libertine tourist Jackson Park entering the party with a dynamite looking girl who looked like she was custom made in a doll factory to near perfection, he had heard the name Miki thrown around and from what he could tell, she was the Melissa of Liberty. Jackson did call himself the king after all so maybe this was his Queen.

Running through the crowd, Enrique jumped up and planted a huge kiss on Jackson’s cheek. ”JP, my man!” He applauded his new found friends choice in companion. His fingers danced in the air as the troubadour didn’t really know what to do with all the energy he had. He turned to Miki and smiled at her. ”Rico. The pleasure is absolutely all mine, mi amor” He winked towards the porcelain skinned goddess before turning back to the tall boy. ”Come find me later, brother man and we’ll do shots. Hail to the king baby!”

Grabbing a drink from some random person nearby whom he didn’t recognise, Rico downed it in one before leaving Jackson and Miki in his wake. He danced further into the party, catching sight of one Stephanie Cross. The girl was straight fire and everyone knew better than to play with her lest they be burned. Yet Freako wasn’t just anyone and Colin probably wouldn’t give a fuck because he was too busy trying to lay with her Royal Heiness.

Making his way over to the lonesome Spice, the Latino took her hand and kissed it gently.

”Oye nena, el mundo se detuvo porque acabas de entrar. Why don’t you come with me to the dance floor and we show these preppies how we do Rosefell style?”

Stephanie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She wasn’t exactly a stranger to the attempts at seduction throughout the years of one of Colin’s best friends, but she had always been quick at turning him down. The raven-haired girl had a type, and Rico was certainly a far cry from it. But her only goal tonight was to make Colin jealous while having lots of fun in the process. Provocatively dancing with his best friend was a fantastic start, right?

Spice certainly thought so.

“Let’s get ‘em, guapo,” she smirked, taking his hand and guiding him to the dance floor.

Rico pulled Spice close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck; his hands tracing them downward and onto her back and further to her waist. She moved seductively between his fingertips as with every beat from the music around them, their bodies would become more entwined. Watching the two as they danced the night away was deeply sexual despite their lack of romantic spark. It was two fires meeting to create a blazing inferno; one ember seeking to burn and the other to illuminate...which one was which was yet to truly be decided.

He span her gracefully and she matched his every movement. Arms wrapped around her waist from behind; Enrique considered That dance with Stephanie was somewhat taboo given that she was kind of sort of maybe with Colin but would the Gallagher boy do anything different were he in Enrique’s suede shoes? He doubted it.

”It’s a shame Colin is too busy with Melissa” He inhaled her scent as his hand reached towards her leg and touched the soft skin. ”To waste you tonight when you look like this is a crying shame”

Raising his head up, the lover boy caught sight of a different kind of fire and his attention was immediately transported there. A tall red haired girl he had never seen before entered the kitchen and he was mesmerised. His eyes were beginning to feel heavy and the sweat was becoming thicker across his brow. It was most likely the drugs but he couldn’t be sure. He needed a drink to cool off. ”Excuse me, mami. Have a nice night” Pressing a gentle kiss to Stephanie’s cheek, Rico left her in the center dance floor, alone.

After his briefest of dalliances with El Picante, Enrique followed the wisp of sun kissed orange hair to the next room in his wayward path which was the kitchen; the main hub of any good party. It was crowded, of course it was but like any good star should he knew how to stand out in the crowd and so too did a blonde and the redhead he followed in here downing shots at a nearby table. Licking his lips like a dog salivating for a snack; Freako began to salsa on the spot. Even as the drugs took further grip on his sanity the boy had more rhythm in his left pinky than most did in their entire body.

Before he could reach the bevy of beauties; he was struck by a force that almost knocked him to the floor. Composing himself as much as the spinning room would allowed; Rico looked up to match eyes with a massively built young man with hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair. By the look on the human barricades face; he was pissed off for some reason or another and Freako thought he knew better than to engage a lion that was so very obviously desperate to be let out of its cage.

”Mierda, you’re a big boy ain’t you?”

Theo smiled softly before bursting into laughter. He put the case of beer he was carrying down and wrapped himself around the mariachi in a bear hug as if greeting an old friend. He began to squeeze hard, then a little harder and then just a little bit more which was when Rico realised this wasn’t what it looked like. The air began to leave his lungs and the pressure on his ribs and spine was indescribable. Confusion and fear began to drift into his soul as the thicker boy moved his head to the side of his victim and his into it with pure venom.

”One warning ese, keep your dirty cholo hands away from me or I’ll break you in two and throw the pieces back over the fucking wall where you belong” The boy released his grip and allowed a rush of air to return to Rico’s body. He patted the latino’s arm with a big hearty smile plastered on an incredibly smug looking face. ”Enjoy the party buddy” He laughed again before grabbing his beer and moving passed Enrique, leaving him in a puddle of insecurity.

Immediately following the encounter with Theo, he returned to the privacy of the downstairs bathroom, this time to do a few lines of coke. Thank God Colin came in with the supplies or this would’ve been a really long bad night for Rico. He was almost certain that the obvious Liberty brute had probably broken a rib or two of his during their bro-down. The blow was good to ease some of the pain that was slowly rising in his torso which would allow him to carry on doing his thing. Sure it wasn’t the safest choice but who cared?

It was only Rico after all.

Leaving the relative safety of the bathroom once again, Enrique stopped in his tracks. There she was, the source of his agony but also the source of his joy. She looked good, damn good and she was...enjoying herself? He had spent months trying to get her to attend these types of parties but work came first. Fuck. How could she be here and how could she look so damn perfect. The lord was testing him.

This was the girl he named a storm after.

Rosefell High.

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”Love you too, sweet pea!”

The Franchise called back as Raven brushed passed with a solo finger directed towards his face.

If there was ever a variable in the great equation that Theo was trying to solve it was Raven. There were days where he regretted getting involved with her; not because of anything he did of course but more so just because of how unpredictable she could be. There was always a chance that she could tarnish the immaculate image he had crafted for himself with a but a small word from her crazy mouth. Lucky for him though, TVC had certain ways around that. He was a gentlemen of course so he always warned them all from the beginning, there was an invisible sign hanging above his head, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck you. If Raven tried, it wouldn’t end well for her.

It was a simple transaction; the minute Theo found out that Raven’s family had political ties he was there. One must know every aspect of the game of their want to win and this was a perfect Avenue for him to do so. It helped that she was just so easily played; a little girl desperately seeking validation through her relationship because daddy didn’t love her enough. One sweet word here, a gentle touch of her cheek there; for Theo, Raven wasn’t much of a challenge. At least not on the way he expected. She was a mess but the girl was incredibly intelligent and he really did enjoy their debates and discussions, despite not caring to admit that.

There were certain things that were part of their relationship that weren’t manufactured by Theo’s devious mind. In fact there was a good chunk of it which felt natural and fun. He enjoyed when she would share the stories in her journal with him, Raven was an extremely talented writer and if he was a better person; he might suggest she pursue it full time. When they were together at parties things were always a good time, at least unt Theo had business to discuss elsewhere. He did consider himself somewhat addicted to her during the course of the relationship; there were times where he was all but ready to end things, she had outlived her usefulness but then he would wake up next to her and look into those damned electric blue eyes and he would forget what he was doing. Plus Bronwyn loved her, which was always a positive.

As much as he enjoyed Raven, she was a means to and end. Something to fill his time whilst he plotted his next move in the human game of chess that was his life. He had the perfect excuse to cut the dead weight when she cheated on him. How dare she? After everything he had given her and everything he had done for her she would do this to him? Paying the freshman to carve slut into her car was a beautiful statement which left a sweet taste in his mouth.

With a party in full swing as he arrived; Theo began to allow his mind to turn like a chess grandmaster: to try and piece together all these things going on around him and figure out how he could use them all to his advantage in the future. Inebriation was a hell of a thing; to lose one’s inhibitions and give yourself up to the base human desire that rules your very soul. It was a powerful tool to possess the deepest desire of your enemy.

Game on Rosefell, game on.