Ejected

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Starring Stella Lambert and Carter Newton}

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To say that Carter was happy to see Stella would be an understatement; in fact, he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear when he spotted her waving at him from down the hall. He always smiled when he saw Stella; her positive energy was infectious, and she never failed to brighten his day. This time, however, something was a little off. She seemed to be a little more fidgety than usual. He returned her hug with equal warmth, and then continued his stroll to class at a slower pace, this time with her by his side. "Hey Ma," Carter said, his smile slowly starting to fade, "It was alright, I guess. I got to go back to Cali for a lil while to see the rest of my family. But I bet it was nothing compared to traveling overseas. My parents stay leaving me behind whenever they go to some foreign country to handle their business or whatever..."

When Stella brought up Chrissie, it didn't take long for Carter to connect the dots; it explained why she seemed to be so nervous. It was no secret to anyone that Carter and Chrissie weren't exactly the best of friends, so it made sense as to why she'd be a little skeptical about their earlier conversation. "My conversations with Chrissie are always intense. It's Chrissie we're talking about," Carter said slowly, carefully thinking about what he was going to say next. "She was just telling me about your trip... something about Paris being the 'city for love.'"

“O-oh, I see.” On that mention, Stella’s wide smile of an honest joy faded into something reminiscent of confusion. Her eyes blinked rapidly as if she was trying to process what Carter just told her (if he looked close enough, he might see it). As she tried to not let it get to her, the previous feelings of unexplainable rage resurfaced, the same rage she was certain faded when she saw Carter. But it was back and threatening to ruin the visage of a seemingly-calm Stella. “So, what did she say exactly?” Stella asked, her voice on the verge of breaking but she managed to hold it together (for now).

Carter was too busy trying to piece his own thoughts together to notice that there was a certain shift within Stella. It took him a few moments to muster up the courage to say what he did next, and he almost instantly regretted doing so when it finally came spilling out. "She said that something happened. Nothing more, nothing less... but I can only assume from how she said it that, you know... you met someone while on your trip to Paris and fell in love or whatever. And I don't mean to sound super hurt or jealous or anything, I just thought we had something going. But maybe I was just reading things wrong."

Stella couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Well, okay that wasn’t accurate. She believed it. She knew her cousin inside and out. She knew Chrissie had a tendency to be dramatic but this? This? She couldn’t even bother to fathom how Chrissie Perez McCoy could do this to her. Stella thought Chrissie valued her more. She thought that Chrissie loved her and thought the world of her. The one person she wanted to spill the tea on her Paris adventure was the last person she thought would betray her like this. What hurt her the most right now wasn’t really the fact she told the story about her vacation nor was it even the fact that she told Carter (okay that had her feeling a little jilted) but it was that she left key parts out and now gave Carter the inaccurate impression of what really happened.

“No, that’s not--” Stella needed to choose her words carefully. Unlike her cousin with a loose tongue, Stella needed to make sure Carter knew the whole story and not just the parts that painted Stella in a bad light. “Yes, I went to Paris for winter break, that much was true. And again, yeah I ran into an old friend of mine. Maybe, for a moment, sparks flew and I was almost swept off my feet, but Carter…” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly, making sure she had his full attention. “I can’t stress this enough that I didn’t do anything. Marcel kissed me, but I stopped it because I didn’t feel for him what I think I might feel for you.” She spoke as clearly as she could but Lord knew her hand was shaking and her chest felt like it was on fire with how fast her heart was beating.

A wave of relief washed over Carter as he listened to Stella clear things up. While part of him was still a little jealous of this Marcel person, it felt good hearing that Stella might feel something for him. Of course, he believed everything that she said, and felt a little stupid for even entertaining what Chrissie had told him earlier. He gave Stella's hand a reassuring squeeze as he said, "It's okay, Stella. I understand." But something still didn't sit right with Carter; Even after he spoke these words to her, all the young man could think about in that moment was Chrissie McCoy. "I don't wanna sound rude, but maybe your cousin should mind the business that pays her." His tone was joking, of course, but he meant every single word that was said. While he and Chrissie always had their little feuds, this time she'd surely overstepped. Oh, how he couldn't wait to run into the little theater geek herself later on that day.

At his comment, Stella laughed. “She shouldn’t have blabbed about a story that wasn’t even hers to blab about!” She huffed, clearly still quite upset with her cousin. “I trusted her with that. Literally she was the first person I wanted to tell because, like, Carter I felt terrible for leaving her all by her lonesome while I was having a blast in France. And we always — always — swap stories about our adventures. But for her to do this to me?” Stella felt her head getting red hot with anger again. “I don’t even know. All I do know is Chrissie betrayed me and if she thinks I’m the same passive, naive girl I was before Christmas break, she has another thing coming.”

After her ranting episode, Stella felt a little better, though this was far from over. Paris did a lot for her confidence. Had this been last year, Stella might have been quick to forgive her best friend, or at the very least, try to understand why she’d do this. But now? Stella wasn’t going to be so naive.

Ejected's Character Vault

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What Are You Listening To?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Before skipping off to find her best friend, Chanel took a quick stop at her own locker. In swift motions, the young woman input her combination, pulled the locker open, and began to unload the contents of her bag. She then took a look in the mirror that hung on the door, using that time to apply a little more lipstick and blot whatever shiny spots had appeared on her freshly beat face. "The fucking struggles of having oily skin..." the young woman muttered under her breath as she searched around the tight space for her setting powder. Less than five minutes later, and she was ready to go; she gathered the materials she needed for AP Literature and continued her journey down the hallway. The clicking sound of her platform heels echoed through the narrow space as she walked, her head on the swivel for the fiery redhead known as Julie MacMillan. Who she saw instead as she continued walking, however, was none other than April Foster, and if it weren't for the two people she spotted standing in front of her, she would've stopped for a brief moment to say hello.

Instead, the young woman sped up and continued her search, this time more eager to find her friend than before. And when she did finally spot Julie, it only caused the young woman more confusion. Why in the hell had she just finished speaking to the self proclaimed Candy Man himself? "Oh, you're definitely gonna have to spill the tea about... whatever the hell that was," Chanel said as she approached her friend and looped her arm with hers. "But that's gonna have to wait for lunch or something, cause we have to go. Like, right the fuck now."

And without warning, Chanel took off walking once again, this time with her best friend in tow; She walked surprisingly fast for someone wearing five-inch heels. "So you remember all that shit that happened with April and Kavi at the Halloween party, right?" Chanel said as she continued to push their way through the sea of students. She didn't stop practically dragging Julie along until the small group that had formed down the hall finally came into their view. "Well... I was thinking that April might need a little backup this morning. You know, just to make sure things don't go completely left. I mean, I'm sure she's got everything under control, but from the looks of it... that Ariel chick doesn't look too happy."

As Chanel finally took a closer look at the scene that was unfolding, her eyes suddenly landed on the box that April held in her hands. "Any idea what the hell that is in her hands... or who that other guy is?" It was only then that Chanel noticed the unfamiliar boy who towered over the rest of the group. "You know, it's been a while since I've had to punch a bitch, and I'll gladly do it for April and my future niece's sake."

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Starring Archer | Kavan}

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A huge smile spread across Archer’s face as his boyfriend pecked him on the cheek. Archer almost hopped up from his seat and embraced Kavan in a tight hug. “God I’ve missed you” he whispered as he pressed his face into the boy’s neck as if he tried to merge with him. It was true he had really missed his better half since he had been keeping his distance while he had been holed up at the Castillo’s dealing with his stuff. He didn’t want to burden Kavan with all of his baggage so he had just told him some vague story about him needing to sort things out with Marisol, which wasn’t technically a lie.

When he finally pulled away Archer’s smile was just as bright “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life!” he exclaimed as he put his right arm around the small of his boyfriend’s back and his left hand in his own pant pocket as they made their way into the main building. He nervously cast small glances at Kavan as they walked through the crowd; He really did want to tell him what had been going on in his life but maybe the morning of the first day of school wasn’t the best of timings.

“Sorry I’ve been kind of hard to get ahold of lately,” he began clearing his throat. “My brother is home from Harvard and you know it’s a little bit strained between us two…” he continued. “But you’ve got my full attention now!” he smiled tightening the grip around Kavan.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Kavan said with a shrug, shooting his boyfriend a reassuring smile. “You needed your space, I get it. I actually got to spend more time with my own older sibling in the meantime… and let’s just say, I’m happy to finally be back.” Letting out a chuckle, Kavan paused at his locker and hastily entered the combination. It was when he started emptying the contents of his bag into the small space that he said, “Everything turn out alright with you and Marisol?”

Archer stood quiet as he let his heavy book hit the floor as he opened his own locker. “Uhm… Yeah, I would say so” he said as he too put away his plethora of books. Just keeping his french book in his bag but as he kept groping around he felt a foreign object at the bottom. He fished out a phone that wasn’t his own. He stared at it with a confused face for a little while and then a light went off in his head. It was Max’s phone which he must’ve grabbed by accident from his car.

“Shit I probably need to get this to Max. What’s your first class?” Archer asked looking down at his watch, there was still 20 minutes until class started. “He said he was going to put away his new equipment so I have to go to the sports building on my way to French, you wanna come with me?”

“Sure, why not?” Kavan said with a shrug of his shoulders as he closed his own locker and gestured towards one of the binders in his hand. “I have statistics. And it’s not too far from the locker rooms, so I should be good. It’s not like I’m too eager to do a bunch of math problems first thing in the morning, anyways.”

As the pair walked the emptying halls of King’s talking about everything from what reading they had done as of late to Mrs. Varma’s cooking. When they were closing in on the sports building Archer stopped and grabbed his boyfriend’s hands looking him straight in his chocolate eyes. “Hey… so there is actually something I need to talk to you about.” he began. The curly-haired boy looked over his shoulder before turning back continuing in a low voice “It’s about… something personal that you should know. Can you meet me in the library at lunch?” he asked.

Kavan raised a worried eyebrow as his boyfriend spoke, but managed to offer him an understanding nod in response to his request. He’d noticed that something had been a little off about Archer recently, but decided that it’d be best to wait until lunch to pry. “Of course, we’ll meet at our usual spot by the window.”

The boys then made their way towards the lacrosse locker rooms; pushing the door open, Archer popped his head in to see if he saw Max. The room was seemingly empty, but he spotted his cousin’s huge duffle bag so he stepped inside to find him. “Hey Max I have your ph- “ he began as he walked behind some of the lockers. His sentence could not be finished because he was met with something that made his green eyes widen in horror.

On a bench right behind the lockers was his half-naked cousin with his pants down around his thighs, two clean shaven legs wrapped around him some compromising sounds faintly coming to his ears. “Holy shit!” Archer exclaimed dropping Max’s phone as he walked away crashing into some of the lockers. “Oh my god, I’m sorry… what the fu-” he laughed shielding his eyes with one arm. Kavan peeked around the corner long enough to see what it was that Archer had started freaking out over; he simply turned his back and let out a stifled laugh in response.

The sound of a familiar voice coming from the general vicinity of the locker room entrance, followed by the sound of a body crashing against the wall of small metal doors had Ariana sitting up and turning around in record time. Frazzled, her wide eyes darted around every inch of the room, desperately trying to find the source of their untimely, inconvenient interruption.

Max turned around with a panicked look on his face frantically pulling his pants getting off the bench at the same time. Archer lowered his arm to see who the girl pulling down her skirt was.

"Archer?" Ariana asked when she finally saw the taller boy, nervously grabbing the blazer from the floor next to her and using it to cover her chest- not that she needed to. It was common knowledge that Warren's baby brother didn't share the same interests as he, but that didn't mean she didn't want some of her dignity back.

“Really Ariana?” he couldn’t stop laughing at the situation “First my brother, and now my cousin?” He turned back towards Kavan grabbing his arm dragging him out of the room with him. “Too bad I play for the other team or you could’ve had the whole set!” he cackled as he and Kavan left the awkward room behind them.

Meadow University

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Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

<sub>1. Fkn Around — Phony Ppl ft. Meg
2. Get Me — Justin Bieber ft. Kehlani
3. Fade Away — Lucky Daye
4. Trust Nobody — Lil Wayne
5. traveling — Luke James
6. We Don't Funk — KIRBY
7. Shot Again — Roy Woods
8. Sometimes — H.E.R.
9. 20 Feet Tall — 9th Wonder
0. Sweet Lady — Tyrese</sub>

What Are You Listening To?

Meadow University

Ramona Michelle Martin

_{why iii love the moon.}

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Name

Ramona Michelle Martin

Nickames

Mona

Age

21

Gender

Female

Year

3rd

Reason of Admission

Trust Fund

Major

Culinary Arts Major, Philosophy Minor

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

In a Casual Relationship with Leon Windsor

Label

The Free Spirit

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Natural 4B Curls | Mona usually wears her hair in a large, kinky fro. She'll change it up every now and then by getting it braided or twisted.
• Face: Dark brown eyes | Shaped and neatly threaded eyebrows | Full lips | Straight rows of pearly white teeth
• Skin: Caramel skin tone | Clear complexion | Little to no blemishes, except for the occasional breakout
• Height & Weight: 5'6" | 162 lbs
• Body Type: Athletic | Slim
• Clothing Style: Much like her mother and aunt, Mona loves fashion and enjoys putting her own little twists on what she wears. She's a big fan of revealing/cropped blouses, bell-bottom jeans, mini-skirts, platforms, and sneakers. She'll accessorize with a couple of gold necklaces, a few rings, and an anklet. x | x | x
• Makeup Wise: Ramona likes to keep her everyday makeup routine fairly basic. She'll usually just apply a good amount of foundation and concealer, over-line her lips with a dark pencil, and fill in her eyebrows.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Mona has a few scars on her legs from childhood basketball injuries. She also has a whopping total of nine tattoos, each of them either covering her forearms, hands, or lower back. Although loving tattoos, Mona has never been a big fan of piercings; therefore, she only has her earlobes and nose pierced.

Personality Traits

Introspective ★ Over-Thinking ★ Empathetic ★ Impulsive ★ Adventurous ★ Emotional ★ Laid-Back

Upbringing Synopsis

Ramona Michelle Martin, also known as Mona, is the second born child of Grace and Andre Martin. Along with Mona's three siblings, the family of six resided in a moderate sized home in Brooklyn, New York from the time Mona's older brother was born up until she was twelve years old; it was around that time that her father retired from the NBA and their family moved to Palm Beach, Florida so that they could be near the rest of the family. While Mona was growing up, her father had constantly stressed the importance of family to her and the rest of his children, which ultimately resulted in Mona loving being able to spend so much time around her large number of uncles, aunts, and cousins. She also felt very fortunate to have such strong bonds with each of her siblings, the strongest being with her older brother. And while never really jumping into any petty arguments between her siblings, Mona often acted as the mediator of the group.

It wasn't until Mona was in high school that she realized that she wanted to pursue a career as an executive chef. Like most people, Mona loved food, but it was during her tenth grade home economics class that she discovered her talent for cooking. She'd never been the best student (she graduated with a solid 3.2 GPA), and often skipped class with her friends to hotbox her car, but home ec gave her something to look forward to every morning when she got ready for school. From that point on, Mona spent countless nights searching up and trying new recipes for her family to try; she almost always received positive feedback. It came as no surprise to anyone when Mona decided to major in culinary arts at Meadow University. The school wasn't her first choice, and it surely costed her parents a lot more than they'd probably expected to have her enrolled, but her first two years spent at the college only made her appreciate her decision.

Family

_{Grace Martin (46) Mother | Andre Martin (47) Father | Xavier Martin (26) Brother | Kobe Martin (19) Brother | Amina Martin (17) Sister}

Misc.

Sharon Alexie / @FlammeDePigalle | #B96D4D
★ Mona is a licensed cosmetologist; she braids/styles hair and does acrylic nails for extra cash.
★ Considers herself to be a very spiritual person. Believes deeply in chakras and the healing powers of crystals.
★ Almost always wears an amethyst necklace, which she believes aids in creative thinking and spiritual awareness.
★ Exercises fairly often, still following the daily routines that she and her father set when she was a teenager.
★ Loves Jazz music and Neo-Soul. Is currently learning how to play the bass guitar.
★ Just Wright will always be my favorite Rom-Com.

Rosefell High.

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The first week of Tyra's Senior year had been a pretty uneventful one, if she did say so herself. Besides being given the opportunity to show around fresh meat throughout the week, and having to sit through a forty minute-long assembly on the first day, Tyra's first few days of school had been pretty... boring. It was basically the same old routine that she'd been going through for the past two years. But it wasn't like she expected for it to be anything special or out of the ordinary; it was Rosefell, after all. Aria Herondale's party was the only thing that Tyra had to look forward to that week, so when Friday night finally arrived the young woman was more than delighted to pick out her flyest outfit and head down to the lake to blow off some steam. Tyra pulled up near the other cars in her 2011 Honda Civic, blasting music from her usual playlist. Her mother's warning about drinking and driving echoed in her head as she cut the engine, pocketed her keys, and got out of the car.

It didn't really come as much of a surprise to Tyra that Morgan Sinclair was the first person she'd seen in the crowd of Rosefell Juniors and Seniors. It was as if she had been subconsciously searching for the girl since she'd gotten out of her car. Although having a bit of a complicated past, Ty was glad that she and Morgan were able to maintain a pretty solid friendship. What did surprise her, however, was the person she spotted embracing the curly-haired woman from behind: none other than her best friend from third grade, Jenna Moore. Had she missed something? Were the two of them an item all of a sudden? Tyra's head whirled with unanswered questions as she continued strolling and surveying the crowd.

DeShawn Marcus. God, was he a sight for sore eyes. As Tyra approached the liquor table, she couldn't help but take a few long gazes in the direction of the two hundred pound football player. To say that she was surprised to see the boy there would be an understatement; she'd never thought he was the partying type given that he usually stayed to himself during school hours. But rather than try to strike up a conversation with the guy she hardly knew, Tyra simply poured herself a drink, gave him a quick nod, and continued on, hoping to find at least one of her friends within the next few minutes.

And that she did.

"Richhhhhh, my brother!" Tyra called out in a sing-song voice as she approached the young man from behind and wrapped an arm around his torso. "What's all this I've been overhearing? Don't tell me that you tryna slide up on my girl Melissa." The goofy grin plastered across her face made it clear that she was only trying to tease the boy. This grin suddenly faded, however, when Tyra realized who it was that Rich had been talking to in the first place: Samantha Queen. It was no secret that Ty wasn't too fond of the other woman for multiple reasons. Nevertheless, Tyra knew that there was no reason to be nasty towards her, especially since she also happened to be cool with one of her close friends; she simply offered the girl a half-smile in greeting. "Nice to see you too... Samantha."