Vincent whistled to himself, one headphone in, blasting Donda at a volume so loud it would probably make him go deaf by age 30. He bought himself a fresh apple and some black coffee to wash it down, looking around the Carnival at all the familiar and strange faces. He had a smirk on his face as he bit his apple, seeing a big group on the Lacrosse field, made up of a bunch of the boys from Lacrosse, as well as Maria, Marco, Ruby...even Frenchie was around, who had had the misfortune of being placed in the same homeroom class as Vincent. Well- misfortune for Landon, because personally, Vincent couldn't wait to annoy him with every single chance he got. Mornings were about to get a lot more fun, for once.
There was also the issue of Lydia, who was nowhere to be seen, and hadn't really spoken to him since last Friday. They had broken up, again...at least he thinks they did. Vincent could never really tell where he was when it came to Lydia, and neither did anyone else- their relationship status was a bigger mystery than the Roanoke colony disappearance. In any case, he didn't feel like untangling that mess at the moment, and wasn't even sure if the girl made it to class, given her insane schedule, so there wasn't much to worry about.
His attention quickly drifted to the bleachers, where his secret neighbor was strumming out a song on his guitar. Vince probably missed Riley in the morning during the effort of hiding Mia's new haircut from Diane, and he hadn't had much time to say anything to anyone during his short attendance of homeroom, so it felt like a nice opportunity to shoot the shit with his friend.
"Oi, Riles." Vincent called out to his friend as he went up the bleachers, throwing his apple up in the air and catching it before it fell back on his hand "It's not even 8 yet. Bit early to work on your next big masterpiece, ain't it?" He grinned at his friend as he took a seat, making himself comfortable and giving the apple another bite.
✘Boredom ✘Fake people ✘Not getting what she wants ✘Failure and Disappointment ✘Lies ✘Leeches/People who try to use her ✘Formal Events ✘Sports and Physical Strain as a Whole ✘Competition ✘People who talk too much
Lydia's life is, by all means of measurement, an easy one. With a big-shot producer father and a former supermodel mother, she's lived a carefree, wealthy and pleasure-filled 17 years as the perfect nepotism baby.
Connections and genetic aside, she was quick to fall in love with the world of modelling, and thankfully, Lydia had the looks and talent to back it up. Since she was about 13, her biggest and only goal in life was to make a name for herself on the runway, and as the years go by, that dream seems to be getting closer and closer.
At age 17, she made most of her close friends at work behind the cameras. Yet, when it came to Dellbrook, Lydia simply had...a hard time connecting with her peers. She'll recognize that it's mostly her fault- Lydia is intimidating and unfriendly by nature, and her resting bitch face and blunt personality definitely didn't win her any fans. Other than a rocky relationship with her now ex-boyfriend Vincent, Lydia hadn't really formed any real connections at school, or made any effort to do so. But all things considered, her lack of school friends doesn't impact her social life that much, since one look at her Instagram stories would tell you she's almost never home, always out at some party with her modelling friends.
Location: The Romano Household Interaction: Each other.
The godawful sound of his alarm pulled Vincent from his semi-decent sleep. Groggy, lazy, and still catching a whiff of the cheap deodorant he used to hide the smell of smoke in his room the night before, he forced himself out of the comfort of his bed and the linen sheets, that always seemed a thousand times more inviting in the early morning. Not that it was that early, and given the fact that punctuality was not very high up on his list of priorities, Vincent was pretty sure he’d arrive at Dellbrook late, as he had done every single day of his academic life.
He threw something decent (and way too expensive) on, and spend more time on his hair than he’d like to admit- but it was always worth it for the end result, Vince looked good, and he knew it. Whistling down the stairs and not at all concerned with the ticking clock, he stopped in his tracks when he saw Mia, already going through her breakfast. It seemed his half-sister had a bit of a radical change overnight.
“Mornin’.” Vincent said, not helping a shit-eating grin as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe “What the hell happened to your hair?”
“It’s bangs.” Mia defended, already looking up annoyed at him “What? They look cool, I did them myself!”
“Yeah, clearly.” He snorted, which the girl responded by flipping he bird “Diane seen that yet?”
“…No.”
Barking out a laughter, Vincent shook his head as he grabbed an apple, already turning on his heel and heading for the car outside.
“Oh, Christ. Move it, let’s get you out of the house before she does.” _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Location: Dellbrook Interaction: ?
Escaping the inevitable confrontation with his step-monster and her wrath, Vincent honked loudly and obnoxiously until Mia got in the BMW, cursing him out the entire time as she did. They didn’t talk much in the car ride to the school, as they never really did, and Vincent just put on Whole Lotta Red to hype himself up for another day of not paying attention in class and skipping school to go smoke behind the bleachers. The sweet, sweet American educational system.
To nobody’s surprise, Vincent nearly missed homeroom, and proceeded to strut his way over to Ms. Goldman's class, while making no move to rush himself.
“Morning, Ms. G.” Vincent smiled at their homeroom teacher, all charm as always, even if he was one of the last people to get there, arriving at about 7:30 “Hope you didn’t miss me too much over summer, ma’am.”
Very much in-character, he spent his 5 remaining minutes of homeroom zoning out, and appreciating his seating- he got placed right between the twins, which was fun for him, probably not so fun for Maria, whom he was sure to annoy the whole year ‘round. Assembly wasn't much different- he closed his eyes, and would have gotten a few extra minutes of sleep had his damn half-sister not kicked him awake everytime he tried it.
As assembly came to an end, Vincent yawned and stretched his arms, and was quick to leave as he was slow to arrive. First day back for his last year at Dellbrook…he might as well start if off with something to eat. He had about 7 minutes, which was planning on using to get to the Carnival and buy something off the food trucks there. And if he was ate for first period…that wouldn’t exactly be shocking for anyone.
✔Astrology ✔Parties ✔Tattoo ✔Hyperpop ✔Open Fields ✔Rain ✔Expensive Perfume ✔Handbags ✔The Beach at Night ✔Rooftops
D I S L I K E S
✘Tight Places ✘Winter ✘Being Stuck at Home ✘Long Movies ✘Being Open ✘Studying ✘Formal Events ✘Sports and Physical Strain as a Whole ✘Shouting ✘Confrontation
Body Marks:∞ A scar on his right side froma childhood accident
Clothing Style:Dresses like a 'rich playboy' trying to be edgy, lots of black, gray and monochrome tone, and all of the clothing items are way too expensive for any regular person
____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y
The Romanos were originally from Lombardy, a wealthy family who owned several of the most fruitful and successful vineyards in the region. When Michael Romano flew himself and his wife over to California, nobody expected the family business to grow like it did, and Michael’s wife, Rosemary, didn’t expect their marriage to fail so miserably at the very same time. Vincent Romano was born to fix a broken marriage, and to no one surprise but the couple’s, it didn’t work. It wasn’t long until Rosemary found out about the mistress, and all hell broke loose.
When Vincent was 4, he had a half, bastard sister whom he wasn’t allowed to see, and his mother slept in the pool house, where she mostly drank and sept the day away. It was a confusing existence, with a father full of anger issues who couldn’t spare a second to talk to him, and a mother who was too bitter and too wasted to pay him any attention…not to mention the strange woman with the strange girl who would never say a word to him, but would always shoot him a look, as if he’d done something terribly wrong. Vincent relied on his imagination mostly, filling in the blanks himself since nobody could be bothered to. Soon enough, he found ways to get their attention- being bad seemed to do the trick. Breaking things, misbehaving at school, writing on the pristine, expensive walls with crazy sharpie…it felt better to be yelled at than to be ignored. Most of the time, at least.
The label of troublemaker and problem child was proudly worn by Vincent, with a big shiny smile. When the divorce finally came and his mother left for good, his new stepmother, Diane, who’d gotten a ring and the last name, made sure to make life as difficult as she possibly could. Quite frankly, it only fueled him to be even worse- it wasn’t for attention anymore, he was way past that at this point, now it was just to be a little shit.
Even then, school was probably the place he was at his happiest. People liked him at Dellbrook, he was popular, he shone in the Lacrosse field, girls liked him…granted, he wasn’t very good at studying, but teachers seemed to like him all the same. It felt good to only be bad because it’s funny.
____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O
G R A D E Y E A R
12
G P A & A V E R A G E
2.5- C+ and B- average
F A V O R I T E C L A S S
English
E L E C T I V E C L A S S
PE
E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R
Lacrosse(mid-fielder)
T R A N S P O R T A T I O N
Black BMW
P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N
He has absolutely no idea, but he's leaving home no matter what
____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O
____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R
During Junior year, Vincent disappeared into thin air and missed class for over a month. When he came back, he told everyone he was in Italy visiting family. This isn't true, but nobody seems to know where he really was.
While he's pretty bad at school, Vincent is amazing at English, and absolutely adores reading and writing.
In the past year, he's picked up boxing as a good way to let out his anger and explain why he shows up to school with random bruises all over himself. He's a pretty good fighter.
He can play the guitar and the piano fairly well, but would rather get shot than do it in front of anyone.
✔Astrology ✔Parties ✔Tattoo ✔Hyperpop ✔Open Fields ✔Rain ✔Expensive Perfume ✔Handbags ✔The Beach at Night ✔Rooftops
D I S L I K E S
✘Tight Places ✘Winter ✘Being Stuck at Home ✘Long Movies ✘Being Open ✘Studying ✘Formal Events ✘Sports and Physical Strain as a Whole ✘Shouting ✘Confrontation
✘Boredom ✘Fake people ✘Not getting what she wants ✘Failure and Disappointment ✘Lies ✘Leeches/People who try to use her ✘Formal Events ✘Sports and Physical Strain as a Whole ✘Competition ✘People who talk too much
Lydia's life is, by all means of measurement, an easy one. With a big-shot producer father and a former supermodel mother, she's lived a carefree, wealthy and pleasure-filled 17 years as the perfect nepotism baby.
Connections and genetic aside, she was quick to fall in love with the world of modelling, and thankfully, Lydia had the looks and talent to back it up. Since she was about 13, her biggest and only goal in life was to make a name for herself on the runway, and as the years go by, that dream seems to be getting closer and closer.
At age 17, she made most of her close friends at work behind the cameras. Yet, when it came to Dellbrook, Lydia simply had...a hard time connecting with her peers. She'll recognize that it's mostly her fault- Lydia is intimidating and unfriendly by nature, and her resting bitch face and blunt personality definitely didn't win her any fans. Other than a rocky relationship with her now ex-boyfriend Vincent, Lydia hadn't really formed any real connections at school, or made any effort to do so. But all things considered, her lack of school friends doesn't impact her social life that much, since one look at her Instagram stories would tell you she's almost never home, always out at some party with her modelling friends.
Body Marks:∞ A scar on his right side froma childhood accident
Clothing Style:Dresses like a 'rich playboy' trying to be edgy, lots of black, gray and monochrome tone, and all of the clothing items are way too expensive for any regular person
Evan opened the beer bottle with his teeth, taking a big swig before following the group in the house, which looked like it was oe strong gust of wind away from completely falling apart. The inside was...stereotypically creepy, as if he'd walked into a still frame of a 80's horror film. He kept his cool, because he'd already bullshitted the others saying this was anything but his first time in the place, and Evan liked holding onto his lies at least a little.
"Tacky as fuck." Was his only comment on the peculiar decoration of the living room. The lamp, surprisingly, was what aught his attention the most. Worst comes to worst, they still had electricity, he supposed but...who had been here before? And when had they left, to still leave a lamp on?
Liking his company more than anyone else's, he ignored Mikaela's request for company, and let Xander go bother her instead.
"Let me out! Please, this isn't funny!"
The rich girl's muffled voice caught his attention. Evan downed his beer, following the sound, glaring over at the duo who were supposedly out exploring the place.
"What the hell have you done now, Xander?" Evan said, accusatory "This better not be another shitty prank."
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