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“Friday, October 23rd, 2020. The biggest game of our damn lives. I don’t recall any other high school team competing for a championship in their fifth year since opening. Yet here we are, 11 and 1, with a team full of dogs. Boys who want to win this. Boys I’m so dearly proud of…”
Yeah, yeah, yadda-yadda. Kordei wasn’t one for the pep talks and found himself zoning out Coach Boyd at that line. The 25 boys seated all across the locker room bench were all men, and brothers he’d fought with throughout a long, and tiring season. They’d argued, fought, and battled for every bit of where they were now. Kordei was convinced that everyone here was already with the shits, and was almost 100% sure Coach was just rambling off a speech from a past role he’d had during his acting days. They didn’t need this.
His attention was more so focused on what was awaiting them out on that field. The inside of the school had been decorated greatly with black, green, and white streamers, balloons, posters, and more. It was an amazing feeling for Dei as he walked through what felt like his hall for the day, greeted by the Student Council who’d arrived early to set everything up. The walk past the back parking lot felt longer than usual, the field held much more significance to him as he approached it. . . “This is what senior night feels like, huh?” He’d thought to himself. While pressure didn’t tend to get to him, they had to win tonight, or else it’d have felt like the whole season went to a waste. Like the pressure of balancing his music, and football was all for nothing.
Changing, taping up, and just the general game preparations were much more quiet compared to the usually rowdy Hawks team. Hell, some of his guys had even teared up too. But now it was game time, and everybody was zoned in. Geared up in their helmets, pads, gloves, and jerseys, the Hollywood Arts team walked down the dark tunnel exit. Outside, the stadium lights of the secondary school arena dimmed to near darkness, the music fading out into quiet. Any second now they’d be introduced onto the field, and the game would begin. Kordei whispered quietly to himself,
Homecoming was obviously one of the most important events of any high school experience, hence why Adriane was now seated on the metal bleachers. Even so, it wasn't something that she could exactly get behind and she didn't find herself just... overwhelmed with excitement for what was to come. Instead, Adriane sat with her hands holding a cup of coffee from Starbuck's (she needed something to keep her awake while watching boys give each other concussions), one perfectly manicured finger tapping against the warm beverage.
In preparation for the game, Adriane had spent a good deal of time painting her fingers the dark green and black to represent the school's colors. However, Adriane thought dark green was one of the ugliest colors known to man and she had lamented for hours in her room in search of the perfect outfit. Eventually, she had settled on a pair of jeans, tall black boots, and a low cut shirt that was a few shades lighter than what their school's color actually was.
But hey, at least she looked good.
"Do you think they'll choke in the middle of the big game and lose?" Adriane asked Chas, the faintest hints of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she brought the coffee up to her lips and took a sip. At least at the end of the day, she still had her coffee. And Chas. Who was, like, one of the only people at this blasted school that she could stand.
Actually, not even one. He was the only one. Most of her other so-called friends would receive Adriane with a fake smile painted on. Chas, on the other hand, received Adriane in all of her honest, beautiful, amazing glory.
MOOD || pulling up on the block filler OUTFIT || sweater-shorts combo filler LOCATION || parking lot outside of the ticket gate filler INTERACTIONS || _amaranth_
(ali) filler MENTIONS || N/A
Grand entrances didn't happen on bicycles, he'd told them, but the school board didn't think that it was such a great idea for the boy who took out half a stop sign on a bet to get back driving privileges "just for that", and thus, Lindsay Kay pulled up in the Hollywood Arts parking lot with about as much style as a boy with twenty-four green-, white-, and black-striped balloons tied to the reflector on the back of a flame-painted bicycle could, a grin on his face. With his satchel flopping at his side, he was ready to face the night.
"Face the night" was code for "heckle the football team", and the materials required for such heckling were contained within the high-quality leather satchel at his side.
Lin rolled around the parking lot even after he arrived, popping wheelies and whooping just because he could. "Let's get hype!" he called to a group of passing students. One of them half-heartedly smiled and held their fist halfway in the air, while the others giggled behind their hands. He grinned to himself. They found him amusing, and that's all he really wanted.
He finally got tired of just calling out to the random people that passed by, and he braked his bike and stepped off of it, then walked it into the rack. He pulled out its chain from his satchel and latched it up, then scrambled up the numbers on the roll. There. All settled.
He looked about himself, and then pulled out his phone to check the time. Good. He wasn't late or anything. He'd shown off just the right amount, then.
As he was about to make his way into the gate, he spotted a familiar car rolling up, and he stopped in his tracks, a wide grin spreading across his face. He cupped his left hand to his mouth and waved his right hand above his head. "Hey!" he called, as if the people in the car could hear him. "Ali! Ruby! Here!" He pointed at a parking spot near to him. "Hey!"
Football was something that Nathan had actually been passionate about at one point in his life. Some of his favorite memories with his family had been piling into the old truck and heading down to the school to watch his older brother play. Hell, Nathan had even played on the field with his brother for a year before transferring to Hollywood Arts.
Before the game and while he was getting ready in his bedroom, he'd actually called back home to talk with his family. Like usual, the call had been tense and cold but something about Homecoming had made Nate, well, miss his home. However, the call had ended just a couple minutes after it had started and Nate had gone back to getting ready for the game.
Brought out of his reverie by Cole's voice, Nate came to his senses as they approached the ticket booth to get in. He tried to tune back into the conversation going on between Cole, Nico, and Toni but to be honest, Nate was having a little trouble concentrating on it. Instead, he smiled and nodded his head as they spoke -- trying to appear as being alright. Like it wasn't like he wasn't alright. Football games just weren't exactly his favorite place to be, but it was fine.
They approached the ticket booth and Nate headed up first, paying and stepping in the stadium just as the football players were getting ready to come out. He glanced back as his friends started to come through and join him. "Guess we got here at the right time." He said with a little chuckle. At least he was here with people he actually enjoyed.
Getting overwhelmed around a lot of people was easy for Nate and here, jampacked amongst other high schoolers, certainly made him a little antsy. But having his friends with him instead... yeah, that helped to quell any sense of anxiety that Nate might have had.
Homecoming. How exciting. This was probably the event everyone was waiting for, and yet Leon couldn't give a damn about it- pardon his French. It was just a dude throwing a ball around with the deafening cries and jeers of the crowd. The only redeemable thing about this situation was the popcorn.. And the company. See, Leon hated going to events on his own, and since Tyler was already going with someone else, he figured he could ask some of his other friends. The ones that don't live with him... Like, uh- Ashton! No, she was already going with someone else. Maybe Eli? No, he was a cheerleader. He was already there. He was too terrified of Gen to ask her, and he was certain she already had company, so that went moot.
Going through his contact list, he scrolled past the names of his friends, shaking his head every time he clicked on a conversation to ask them to come with him. He should've thought about a date before Homecoming came around. With a sigh, he put his phone on the dresser. Maybe he could go alone?
In the meantine, he got dressed for his outing. Sure, he was supposed to pick a darker green, but he didn't wear darker shades well unless it was black, so he opted for lights. He tied his hair up in a bun, letting some strands fall over his face, and while putting on his shoes, he kept thinking of who he could ask so last minute. And then, it hit him. He could ask Violetta to come with him. He didn't know if she had plans already, but it didn't hurt to try, no? It took him a bit of courage before finally sending her a text, asking her to accompany him to the games, but the answer was worth it. After getting her confirmation, he took his wallet, keys and his phone, and left out the door.
Though Leon didn't have a car, he did have a bike. A cute, aestetically pleasing, pastel green bike. There was kind of a trend going on with him. A fabulous one at that. Without a helmet, he biked all the way to the school, taking a good 20 to 30 minute of his time to get there, before securing his bike in a bicycle stand with a chain and lock. He wasn't paranoid, but it was just a safety precaution. Afterwards, he stood around the entrance, phone in hand, instinctively checking the time every now and then if he wasn't looking over the crowd for a particular face. It just felt a little awkward, standing still and waiting for someone..
MOOD || pumped filler OUTFIT || cheer uniform filler LOCATION || football stadium filler INTERACTIONS || Winona
(ash) filler MENTIONS || the cheer team and poor NPC who was injured so tragically :'-(
Nickie couldn't stop smiling-- like, genuinely smiling-- as she held her final stance of the routine. There was something about the crowd's buzzing and how their eyes focused so intently on the cheerleaders as they had performed their first routine of the night that made Nickie's fast-beating heart pump even faster. Here they were, the Hawk cheerleaders-- icons in their field. Here she was, kinda leading them. Tonight was the first night of the year where she could not only feel but see the weight of her position as co-captain. She could visually see how her hard work to get to this position was worth something, just from the eyes on the team.
Okay, so most of the people focused on the girls were the rowdy, hormonal boys at the very top of the bleachers-- and alright, she was only in this position because the last co-captain had been injured and Nickie beat out the other girls in sudden tryouts-- but...hey! It still counted for something, and Nickie felt proud regardless.
The girls all dropped their stances with smiles on their faces (some more fake than others), and Nickie followed her co-captain up to the cheerleaders' designated spot on the bleachers, not bothering to tug down her tight top or the short skirt despite the obvious stares the followed her. In a way, she felt...powerful. This was what it felt like to be a head bitch, huh? She hadn't felt good about herself, like...ever, but...now? ...Well, she still didn't feel great about herself, but she at least felt better than she did before the game, so there was that.
She settled her pompoms beside herself on the bleachers, and she looked to the girl who sat beside her. Oh, hey! It was Ash. Since her abrupt coronation as cheer co-captain, Nickie had spoken to Ash a total of three times, max, and two of those times were short apologies for setting her drink in the way of her sitting.
Nickie gave Ash a smile. "Ash!" These were her first direct words to her tonight. "Hey, girl! How are you feeling tonight?" Her excitement was real; she was on that adrenaline high, baby. It felt a bit odd talking to her like they hadn't seen one another after having just cheered together, but...well, that was how things went.
Ritu quickly combed through her hair with her fingers before she tied it into a high ponytail. She ran her hands down her clothes to make sure there weren’t any creases present. Green was such an ugly colour, she couldn’t think of even having green in her wardrobe casually but here she was, green cardigan and all.
She sighed as she slowly began to approach the ticket booth. When she first heard about homecoming the news was daunting. She barely had enough to even afford her rent for that month – so figuring out how she was going to go about paying for things like her outfit, her ticket, etc was eating at her for the last couple of weeks. Still, she managed to take on more hours overall and managed to double her pay. She worked in a warehouse, usually operating the machinery and putting things in different places. She was grateful to work in a job where no one would have to see her work – the thought of it made a pit in her stomach. It would probably ruin her reputation.
She also managed to buy a cute Dior bag from the amount of money she saved after doubling her work and her pay. So, at least that was a plus.
She heard a yell for Ruby Zabielski and looked over at the source – Lindsay Kay. She wasn’t completely ignorant to know that Adriane and Ruby and Lindsay and Chas were like oil and water, they just did not mix at all. She didn't really mind them that much to be honest but for the sake of her reputation - they were beneath her.
She approached the ticket booth and bought her ticket, making sure to plaster on her best fake smile whilst receiving her ticket. She walked in and saw the bleachers truly packed with a mass of students. American traditions were extravagant, that was for certain. She remembers first coming into the country and not understanding one bit of it. But now? Now she has it summarised to a few words. Loud, extravagant and patriotic.
She stood on her tiptoes and looked around for anyone she might know – which was probably a few people. She wasn’t a social butterfly, truth be told. It wasn’t a part of her nature naturally. That and she didn’t talk to just anyone, that would be gross. Her eyes lightened when she saw Adriane and Chas. At least there were some people she at least recognised. She gulped when she was halfway towards them, mentally preparing herself for anything Adriane had to say. Yes, she hung out with them. But that didn’t mean she was immune to Adriane’s comments.
“Hey guys, just saw Lindsay Kay wearing the ugliest sweater-short combo I’ve ever seen – so ugly it actually makes the green the saving grace of his outfit.”
She was trying to steady her breathing. The whole cheer routine had been a lot but now, at least, they would have a few minutes of a break before being thrown back onto the field. She plastered a smile on her face and followed after the others up to the bleachers. Along the way, she tugged at the outfit, willing it to cover more skin than it actually did. When she had originally signed up for cheer, she had expected little clothing, but not this little. It made her feel way too exposed.
Her arms crossed over her stomach as she squeezed her way past some of the others to head to her spot. The first thing she did was grab a sweater that she always brought with and pull it around her shoulders -- now, she felt like she could actually breathe as she exhaled slowly, allowing some of that pent up self-consciousness escape on that breath.
Ash picked up her water bottle and phone before taking a seat on the bleachers. There were no new notifications on her phone, but at least it gave her something to do while she waited for the next routine to began. Or, you know, for the actual game in which case she would have to jump up and show her support. And she did support the game. Ash kind of loved watching football -- that's probably why she was on the cheer team, so it felt like she was doing something to help them win.
She was taking a sip of her water when Nickie took the seat beside her and started speaking. Ash quickly put her water bottle back down, swallowing the water in her mouth, and looked over at Nickie with a relaxed smile. Right. Another reason she was on the team was that she could spend more time with her friends, like Nickie. Even if most of their conversations and hangout sessions involved shots and drinks -- but, look, that was the majority of Ash's friendships.
"Excited for the game," Ash said with a laugh. "Oh, and you did amazing out there. You're doing like, really good as co-captain. Seriously." And she wasn't lying or anything -- Nickie really was doing good and it was nice to have a close friend of hers on top. Err, kind of close. Look, Ash was bad at the whole friend thing in some aspects. For example, when were people considered not acquaintances but actual friends? And from there, how did one know if something was truly a best friendship?
These were the types of things that kept her up at night.
"Although to be fair, I'm kinda tired now and the game hasn't even started." She laughed, again, at her poor attempt of a joke before placing her phone down on her lap. Her hands found the side of her sweater and her fingers started rubbing against the fabric. "Oh but uh... how are you feeling? Equally excited? This has to be, like, super big for you, right?"
Sports had never been Tyler's thing. He was far from an athlete, and his earlier struggles with his eating spoke volume about it all. Recently though, he'd developed a love for the sports teams the school provided. While earlier on in his freshman and sophomore years the school struggled, it seemed Hollywood Arts was really making a name for itself concerning athletics in recent years. Their unlikely run to this year's championship was a testament to that. Tyler'd found himself attending as many home games as he could, sometimes by himself, others when he'd forced Violetta or Leon to tag along with him. Leon was always much more interested in the games though, and it more like watching the game with his brother than anything. If only he had equally healthy relationships with his biological brothers. Violetta on the other hand was much more timid when it came to the screaming crowds, and violent opposing student sections. Still, each of the games had always been eventful occasions to attend.
Tonight held nothing short of the usual nostalgia, especially with it being a night game. It was senior night for the football players after all, and the student council had been nothing short of amazing when it came to advertising it. The sun was already barely in the air, and soon there'd be nothing but the stadium lights illuminating it all. While Tyler truly enjoyed the games, part of him hated the feeling that came with this particular homecoming. It marked a long list of "last" everything's. His last first day of school, last homecoming, and eventually there'd be a last day of school. He hadn't thought much of what he'd do post-secondary, and while he was passionate about his craft, he honestly wasn't sure how likely his career taking off would be. Fuck, did he hate thoughts like that. They were inevitable for anybody, thoughts of failure, but he always felt hypocritical when they crossed his mind. He was supposed to be everybody's local guidance counselor, but what happened when the guidance counselor needed his own guidance?
At the soft honey smell, Tyler felt a crease forming in his lips. The backwood had found itself around the triangle that was himself, Jolene, and Jada. He accepted the blunt from Jada's hands, and readjusted his leaning position on his car once again. He wasn't alone he quickly realized, he had Jo and Jada, and so many more people who would be there to support him. He should've never even considered that.
"About time the wood came back. You guys don't know how to share." Tyler let the edges of his lips crease into a soft smirk. He inhaled, and exhaled simultaneously, by letting the smoke escape through a small part in his lips. He tossed the bag of Takis he'd been snacking on, onto the roof of the sleek, black Jaguar of his that he'd been leaning on. His eyes settled loosely over Jada and Jolene, before wandering into the crowd once again.
"I don't know how either of you pulled off the dark green. It's like they wanted us to come dressed up as vomit . . ." Ty glanced down at the dark green jersey under his coat, before letting out a dry cough from the smoke. "Least both of you get to be sexy vomit. I'm dressed 'a damn fool."
Violetta wasn’t really planning on going to the homecoming game. To her it was just a tradition full of too much testosterone and narcissism. It definitely wasn’t her scene at all. Valerian would flourish in a place like that, she on the other hand would probably getting hit in the face by a stray ball. She didn’t even understand American football. The only thing she could probably relate it to was rugby back home. But even then, it didn’t make sense to her because she never paid attention to it. She shudders when she thinks of compulsory P.E. she had to when she was younger – always the last to reach the finish line.
But regardless, she wasn’t really doing much in her shared apartment with Valerian. She was mostly just playing and grooming Salem. Salem is supposed to be their cat, but Valerian would swear that Salem would hiss at him every time he tried to get near – so he’s now Violetta’s cat. It was halfway through combing his fur that she received a text, from Leon of all people, asking her if she was going to the homecoming game and if so, was she going with anyone. She didn’t really see the homecoming game as Leon’s ‘scene’, but her heart sank when she saw the Leon was asking her if she wanted to come with him. 'So Ty is probably going with someone else, right?' she thought to herself. She was actually was really surprised when she realised that Ty actually liked the whole entire sports team and team spirit type of thing. Still she wouldn't criticise him for it. It would probably be better if she was a little like that.
Going back to her text, she would feel terrible if she left Leon to go by himself, so she quickly replied with her confirmation. Besides, even if they were in a loud match with a lot of screaming, Leon's company was always welcome.
“Sorry buddy, going to have to cut our TLC time short.” she said as she kissed Salem’s forehead before standing up and going to get dressed. She didn’t have much green in her closet, truth be told. Only light variations of what the school’s shade should be. Regardless, she made do with what she had and quickly got dressed. She soon left her apartment but not before filling Salem’s food and water bowl and opening all the doors inside the apartment so he could wonder around.
The school wasn’t too far from where she and Leon lived so she decided to walk rather than take any form of transport. Big mistake on her part – she ended up tripping on a loose concrete tile and scraped her legs. “Ow..." she murmured as she pouted before dusting off her legs and clothes before proceeding forward. Eventually, she did manage to reach the parking lot without causing any serious bodily harm. She quickly spotted Leon before waving at him.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late, I – uh…” she began before she whispered quietly with a flush blooming on the apples of her cheeks, “I tripped over a loose tile.”
“Do you want to go in?” she asked, voice keeping the same quietness with an added shyness laced into it.
Nickie ran a hand through her hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail for the time being, and gave a laugh. "Thank you!" Nickie chirped. She was getting complimented and for once it felt...genuine? This was wild. Was this power? This had to be power. Like, should she start calling herself "Queen Nick" or something like that?
She picked up her water bottle, which she'd sat on the floor of her spot before they'd gone to cheer, and she guzzled down a few gulps. She wiped her mouth afterwards, and then remembered that she had lipgloss on. She hid her face for a moment from embarrassment. "Oh, I-I'm feeling great!" Nickie said, trying not to sound shaken. She looked around for her Ziploc baggie of makeup that she'd brought, but she couldn't find it at all. She mumbled a curse word.
No, no. This is not going to ruin my moment.
Right, tonight was her night. Lipgloss free, she set her face, drew in a deep breath, then broke out into a smile once again. Calm, Nickie. There ya go.
She looked at Ash once more. "Yeah, no, I'm, like, excited! Nervous as all heeeeeeck, but what can you do?" she giggled. She'd nearly forgotten that she couldn't curse on cheer time. Thank God she remembered in time to change the direction of her word, or she'd've gotten a strike. "I'm feeling wired, but in a good way! I mean, I feel like I'm getting stared at more, though. I dunno if that's a good or a bad thing." She glanced around herself, and then she giggled. "I mean, even now, like...it just feels kinda surreal."
She sat down her water bottle and crossed her legs, resting her elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm. "I hope that we win this game. If we don't, then I'll feel so responsible for it." She looked at Ash, smiling. "If you're tired, I could, like, get you a soda or something? I think that I might have some pixie sticks! Somewhere. If I can find my little Ziploc." She laughed. "Probably wasn't the best idea to just bring a Ziploc, huh? Whatever." She paused, and then she smiled. If she was going to be talking to Ash anyway, why not get some gossip out of it? So what if she didn't know her well? "So, like, Ash? Like, who would you've gone with to Homecoming if you weren't a cheerleader?"
“It’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other. Are you sure you can’t come? I got your room looking just right for you and everything…”
Beyond the floor to ceiling windows of her private solarium and terrace was a sky of rich hues of crimson and tangerine. The clouds turned cotton candy pink, as if blushing from the warm touch of the setting sun. Below lights twinkled and glittered as the sky darkened, as if the stars had fallen from the heavens into the bustling city below. Or as if someone had taken a handful of glitter and thrown it as far as the eye could see. The view was magnificent, breathtaking even and she had spent many days and nights in this room to admire its beauty or to clear her mind.
Nothing in the world compared to the sight before her however. With her MacBook in her lap the young woman stared at a face so similar to her eyes, with brown eyes so dark and yet so warm. Her mother was more stunning than any cityscape she had ever come across. Even with eyes glossy with unshed tears and her mouth trembling, shaking under the weight of her strained smile she was still stunning in her daughter’s eyes.
“I’m sorry baby, I know what we had planned but I have to work. Especially since we’re low on staff over here. Next time, I promise.”
For a moment she was taken back to her childhood as her mother uttered those words to her. There had been similar situations, when work had come in between them and they didn’t have enough time to spend together. But things were different now. Her mother didn’t have to worry about putting food on the table to provide for her, they were no more days and nights worrying about where their next meal would come from or getting other necessities in life. Jada sent her mother money, to make sure that she would never have to struggle again, to know that she was taken care of when she was so far away. But her mother had always been independent and so incredibly stubborn. She continued to work, as it was all that she knew. So like many times during her childhood Jada smiled sadly and nodded.
The ringing of her phone alarm cut their conversation short, it was time for her to get ready for the game.
The car ride to Hollywood Arts had been short and uneventful. Seeing as she was meeting up with her best friend Jada had simply waited inside of her car until she spotted him. And when she finally caught sight of him she had headed over. The smoke session that followed worked as a welcome distraction to what she was feeling for the time being.
“We don’t know how to share? Nah, tell that to this almost empty bag. Didn’t even offer one taki.” Jada rolled her eyes, her face was completely serious before a grin made its way onto her lips. She grabbed the bag and made a show of looking inside. “Three chips. Oh and it’s the burnt ones, you foul.”
“Green is a nice color, I don’t know what you mean. It all depends on the shade of green you go with to be honest. You don’t look that bad, trust me I’ve seen worse. There are people out here dressed in pastels.” Jada eyed her childhood friend for what could be considered longer than needed before looking away. “Anyway Kordei is lucky I like his ass, or else I’d be at home, watching reruns of Bad Girls’ Club.”
The sights, the sounds, everything was almost a dream come true as Gia had explored the city throughout the day. managing to get herself around well enough before the alarm went off on her phone letting her know she had to get the the special game. Having chosen a rather cute outfit consisting of a cute blouse with bows on it, some cute leather hell boots and a pair of dark ripped jeans. Gia's hair done in big luscious curls that hung over her shoulders and as always her pink hearing aids hidden behind her hair. Despite a little bit of personal admiration her mind was stuck more on the football game and seeing her brother. It was a curious thing really, such idolization of a game as football. She never understood it but needles to say her excitement to see a football game for the first time was through the roof. Making her way to the school with anticipation. She was needless to say like a kid in a candy store as she walked with the crowds.
"Eccezionale." She whispered to herself unable to contain the excitement as she giggled like a school girl. Still though she had to find her brother which was needless to say her priority. looking down to make sure her outfit was still in good order before nodding in approval. Reaching into her purse Gia pulled her phone out and opened it to a picture of her brother before she started to look around to see if she could see him anywhere nearby. It didn't take long before she gave up hope on just finding him, knowing she would need some help she started to look for friendly faces. Going up to them with a bright smile and asking if they knew her brother Luca.
"Mi scusi. Have you seen my brother?" She asked person after person near the concessions and hangout area without any sign's of giving up and the same cute hopeful tone in her voice. It had been nearly 4 years since she had seen her big brother since he left so needless to say Gia was dying to surprise him.
Student section of the Stands - Tags.
) , Hunter( Wayward Son
) , Charlie (geminiy
), Kennedy ( jasmichelle
) , Trevor ( Ditto
) - Outfit. Here (Except she's got on Black and dark green matching tennis shoes)
Green...why did it have to be Green? She had nothing against the color other then she rarely wore it. She was pretty sure the only reason she owned any at all was because of it being the school colors. She usually leaned more into the Dark blue and white parts, but she'd checked her phone and with it having a high chance of raining she was not about to be in white. That would be a recipe for disaster in her book.
She glanced at the time realizing she needed to decide soon since Kordei would probably be by to pick her up soon. They both needed to be at the game early since he was on the team and she was a student council officer and needed to help set up the finishing decorative touches. She was really proud of all the hard work her and the other members had done prepping, advertising, and decorating for the event. It why she loved being a part of it. Student council was a way for her to feel a part of this place without needing to stand out and be the center of attention in any way. She could contribute and be a part of it's legacy.
She finally settled on an outfit and decided the green coat would be all the green she needed. Her top was actually a very dark navy blue, but considering how late it would be by the time the game is in full swing it'd look black and match her black jeans so that was good enough for her as far as matching style and school colors wise went. She spent the rest of the time doing her hair and make-up finishing just in time to be picked up and head to the stadium. She let her roommates know she'd see them there and was off. Of course Hunter was in the car too since him and Dei live together. They all pretty much had to go their separate ways once arriving, and so she waved saying she'd see him in a bit.
She met up with her fellow members and finished up what they needed to do. They welcomed the team, and finished the gift exchange on the field with the other schools student council. It was an interesting tradition of the event. To be honest she'd never been one to be into sports before coming here, but after joining the student council her freshman year and having to come to the events she found a bit more love for it. Would she watch it on her own time? No. But as an excuse to see and hang out with friends it wasn't so bad anymore. She'd even gotten used to how loud and crowded it was, it no longer gave her anxiety and putting her on the edge of having panic attacks. She likes to think she's grown in her time here.
Now that all her duties were over as the game was about to officially start she made her way to the student section of the bleachers walking along the bottom row glancing at the cheerlearders finishing their first routine, then at the band members, before finally starting her search for her friends. She took out her phone and sent a quick text to Charlie, Kenny, and Trevor, "Hey guys where are you at?" It'd be a lot easier to find them that way then hopelessly scanning the sea of students, like trying to find needles in a hay stack.
Valerian could find anything dark green for the life of him. Why did their school pick such an ugly colour for their colours anyway? The best he could do was find a mid-tone green Nike jumper. He sighed picking the jumper and a white undershirt with blue jeans to go along with it. All he kept thinking about was how he was going to look like a clown. He wasn’t sure how long the game was going to be, he wasn’t even sure what the game even entirely was. He remembers his last couple of years just being confused whilst sitting on the bleachers. He mostly just turned up for the social aspect of things really. In that sense he was a stark contrast from his sister, Violetta. Violetta liked talking to people but things like the homecoming game gave her a huge rush of anxiety.
He finally finished dressing and looked himself up and down in the mirror one more time. He supposed this was good enough. He stepped out into the reception of their apartment before calling out to his sister, “Violetta, I’m going to the game – I’ll text you when it’s done!”. He paused when he received no reply before slowly walking over to his sister’s room and seeing a neatly scrawled note saying: ‘Gone to the game with Leon, I’ll see you there’.
He bit his lip in distaste before deciding to head out.
He got into his car before driving to the game. He wondered why Violetta hadn’t asked for a ride from him. Probably because she knew he’d disapprove of it. He eventually reached and quickly found a good parking spot. Not too far but also not in a position where someone could hit his car.
He eventually managed to reach the concessions line before he heard a voice asking for their brother and speaking a bit of… Italian? He looked over so quick that he could have gotten whiplash.
“Sei Italiano?” he asked with excitement and a smile plastered on his face. What can he say? He was pleasantly surprised when he heard her speak. He hadn’t heard anyone speak the language since he was last home. Even then, his father always dismissed the language and had them focus on English and Latin like most privately educated children. He could always see the look of disappointment on his mother’s face when his father told them not to speak it and how it was a ‘crude’ language – whatever the hell that meant.
“Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve heard anyone speak Italian” he said, voice calmer as he rubbed the back of his neck in shyness. “You’ll have to tell me your brother’s name first. I’m not psychic and I’m sure neither are the rest of the students at this school.” he laughed, before continuing “though I wish I was to be fair.”.
Despite his usually calm and chill demeanor Luca was nervous to say the least. It was crazy and I mean crazy! Very few people in the school knew of his singing ability and tonight he was to show it off to the entire school! Sure he dressed the part, wearing a nice green suit that matched his style and showed some school pride it still didn't what was gonna happen. sighing quietly as he made his way down to his car. A gift from his late grandfather to remember him by, needless to say it wasn't a cheap one. A cherry red Ferrari 250 GT ‘Tour de France’ a car that had been in the family for decades and he was truly a luck person to have such a gift. Smiling softly as he hopped into the car and drove his way to the game. Taking the time to calm his nerves before the sight of the school came into view only making him go on edge again.
"Sei pazzo Luca." He said to himself as he pulled into the parking lot of the football game. going slow to make sure her avoided people and eventually finding a parking spot close to the front he pulled in and parked before getting out. "You got this you got this." He muttered to himself repeatedly as he looked around. Sending a smile to everyone that looked his way so they didn't see his nervousness. Luca knew he could do it but just the thought of performing for the whole school, everyone he knew was here, his friends, acquaintance's, His crush even. It didn't help his confidence at all that he was thinking of everyone. What if he missed a note? Or got the timing wrong? For all he knew if he didn't do well it could possibly be his end at Hollywood high.
Trevor Callaghan knew that he shouldn't be smoking...well, in general, but especially not in the school's stadium's parking lot in the expensive suit that his grandparents had insisted on buying for him, so he wasn't smoking in the school parking lot in the expensive suit that his grandparents had insisted on buying for him; rather, he was smoking inside of his car in the parking lot of a run-down dollar store a couple of blocks away from the school in the expensive suit that his grandparents had insisted on buying for him. It may seem much the same to you, but to Trevor, this made all the difference-- none of the stress of getting caught meant less of a chance to mess his suit up. Sure, he might smell like weed afterwards, but he'd douse himself in canned body spray like those middle school boys. It'd cover it up well enough.
He blew out a long puff of smoke with a slight smile on his face. It was less fun smoking alone, but still fun enough. Sure, brain damage or something that the "drug free kids" claimed, but...eh. Even such an organized guy as himself could do with some unwinding. It wasn't that he was uptight to begin with or anything, but even non-uptight people needed to relax sometimes.
Besides, he was wearing super formal clothing to an event where he would be seated outside, and, of course, it was supposed to rain. Not to mention, he wasn't even going to be going with a girl he was trying to impress; Charlie and he were best friends, and he would literally consider being nothing more with her, whether it romantically or otherwise, but, for some reason, his grandparents (namely his Nana) insisted that he wear it because "if ye don't, you'll regret how ya look in yer photos, Sean", and so he had to, because he couldn't upset his precious grandparents. Regardless of if they were overseas or not, he could still feel them pinching and dragging him by the ear when he ever said or did anything to upset them. (He'd learned to mostly ignore it, but wearing the suit wasn't worth feeling the pinch again.) Besides, he looked attractive in it. "Smokin'", as they say.
He sighed as he neared the end of his blunt, and he stepped out of his car for a moment to toss it on the ground, stomp it out, pick it up, throw it in the small, plastic, overflowing trash can beside the door of the decrepit dollar store, and pull out the Germ-X in his pocket. He walked to his car as he rubbed in the hand sanitizer, and he slammed his door shut and buckled in quickly. He wasn't worried about getting or anything. He could pass for twenty-three, maybe, and smoking weed here looking the way he did meant he was only hardly acting the maggot. Regardless, he just didn't want to end up getting caught. He could talk his way out of trouble normally, but he'd never had to while high, and he didn't want today to be his first attempt at such a thing. Besides, he should be hurrying up, anyway. He had a date to meet for homecoming.
He rolled down the windows of his minivan, and he let out a soft sigh. Charlie, sorry that he got high, he apologized in his head. Football games made him pure up to ninety, though, and it wasn't like he was too too different when he was up there. He just...was less aware than his already unaware self was, and he was slightly dumber. Oh, but he was a lot less stressed, so it evened it out, right? Like two positives multiplying to be a negative or something like that.
He pulled out of the cracked parking lot of the dilapidated dollar store, lids low and a lazy smile on his face. He didn't feel exactly connected with his body; he was somewhere in-between being aware of what he was doing and where his body was and being outside of his body.
With one hand on the wheel and one playing with his hair (yeah, he was slightly violating traffic laws with his one-handed driving-- high Trev was a bad boy, he knew), Trevor made his way through the über-busy streets of Los Angeles in his souped-up minivan, and when he arrived at the school and went through all of the hassle of making it to the stadium, he pulled into a parking spot at the front of the very, very packed parking lot. Score! It wasn’t at the back. Lucky.
There was a kadunk as his front wheels went over the parking block, but it fazed him none. As he sat in his seat and texted Charlie a quick "I've arrived, Charlie", he didn't seem to notice that he was parked half on the pavement and half in the wet pea gravel outside of the pavement.
Naturally, neither did it faze him that he opened his van door and slammed it into another person's vehicle. Even when he stepped out of his car and whipped out his body spray to commence dousing, Trevor did not notice what he had done, and even when he had to shut his door and lock his car, he didn't notice. He even waved at the person outside of the car that he had just slammed his door into. "Hey, Luca," he said, a small smile on his face as he shut his door like nothing ever happened. "What's the craic? It's been a while. Things goin' swimmingly as usual?"
In true Charlie Howell fashion, she was running late. Like really late. She hadn’t intended to be late, she had actually planned her entire day around making sure that she had enough time to get to the game before it started. But when did she ever really stick to her schedule?
First, her vocal coach showed up over an hour late, leaving Charlie twiddling her thumbs in the studio until he showed up. Then, as she was on her way home, she decided that it was totally an appropriate time to check out a new clothing boutique that had opened up just a few blocks from school. She needed something green and she had plenty of time. But then, as she had returned to her apartment, the sinking feeling of dread hit in the pit of her stomach. She forgot her keys at the studio. The studio that was across town.
Two hours passed before the superintendent came to let her into the apartment, leaving her little time to get ready to go to the game on time. Perhaps, if she had been more organized, she still would have made it before it started. But then she had to call back her mom after she missed three of her calls while she was singing in the shower and as she was getting a bite to eat, losing her phone in the depths of the monstrous couch cushions.
Running was never Charlie’s strong suit but after she found her phone (and the remnants of her sanity), she took off in hopes to make it on time. Of course, that would mean she would have to get from her apartment to the school’s stadium in less than two minutes. However statistically impossible that was going to be, Charlie was damn sure that she was going to try.
Somehow, be it by her mad dash or pure luck, Charlie made it to the outside of the stadium just as her phone buzzed in her pocket. A soft smile appeared on Charlie’s face at Amy’s name lighting up her phone screen.
outside. be there in 2 save a seat pls
With her ticket punched and her breath slowed from her run, Charlie made her way in through the gates and into the stadium. The seats were lined with seas of green, all people cheering for Hollywood Arts. Looking down at the dark green jacket she had flung messily over her shoulders, Charlie realized how underdressed she looked and how completely wrong the green was. Did she care? Absolutely not. There was a reason she was in the music department and not in fashion.
Seeing over the masses of people struggling to their seats was nearly impossible. Charlie rocked up onto her toes, craning her neck in hopes to see her friends. Hell, she really didn’t care who she found at that point, she just wanted to be out of the dense crowd. Charlie followed the steady stream of people, constantly trying to elongate herself to see over broad shoulders and past long torsos.
When Amy’s familiar head of dark hair came into view, an immediate wave of relief flooded through Charlie. She instantly bounded over a few rows of seats, hopping down them like a kid until she plopped down right in front of Amy who had been standing at the bottom of the seats.
“Hey!” Charlie chirped, a wide grin adorning her face. “Damn, you guys really went all out this year, huh? Things look great! Let’s hope the football dudes don’t let us down, I don’t think we’d live down a loss this year. You look great by the way, Ams.”
Looking around, Charlie’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Wait, am I here before Trevor and Ken? Trev I’m not surprised by but Ken? It's a new best for me.” Charlie giggled, rocking back onto her heels. “10 bucks says that Trev shows up stoned.”
How late did you have to be before it was fashionable? Whatever it is, that was how late Rome was running for the Homecoming Game. When he'd tried out to be a cheerleader, he thought it just involved, like, gymnastics and sometimes yelling to spell things out. He didn't realise how much of a commitment he actually had to make. Romir was shit at commitments. Plus, he actually hated football. Well, he didn't hate watching it because hello, guys. But the toxic masculinity was just a bit overbearing for him, and it was more violent than he would have liked. He considered himself a pacifist, thank you very much.
Anyway, he was running late. Really late. Given he had no means of transportation other than his own legs, he definitely should have planned to leave earlier. It was about a 40 minute walk from his house to the school, and sure, maybe he should have run or at least jogged, but he did not want to get that sweaty before cheering. Gross. But, he was sure it would be fine. If he had to jump in halfway through the cheer, he was confident that he could do that. And if he didn't know what was going on, he could improvise. Yeah, everything would be totally fine. He was getting closer to the school now, swaying his hips on beat with the music playing from his earphones.
As the noise from the school started to overwhelm his tunes, he pulled his earphones out and shoved them in his mini backpack. He couldn't help but smile as the stadium came into view. He loved this atmosphere; everyone getting together to celebrate something at the school. And, honestly, there was always some amazing gossip or drama as a result of this day. Romir pulled his phone out and checked the time. Later than he thought, but he stayed with his mindset of it's fine. He just needed to go straight to the cheer squad, no procrastinating or dilly-dallying. Eye on the prize, Romir. He stepped just through the entrance and spotted where he needed to go, and he was going to head straight there, and-
He whipped his head around back behind him. Was that Leon? And Violetta? Oh, he just had to say hi.
He turned on his heel and made his way over to the pair with a grin on his face. Upon reaching them, he promptly threw both his arms around their shoulders, standing in between them. "Fancy seeing you two here," he teased, pulling them both in close to his side, Russian accent making itself known. As fluent as he was in English, his accent was still pretty thick. "You both look fantastic, by the way. Well, as good as can be in green, I suppose." He sighed dramatically. Really, green would not have been his choice for the school colors, but to each their own. Lucky for him, he pulled it off, of course.
MOOD: Excited, energetic
LOCATION: Stadium Entrance
OUTFIT: Cheerleader's outfit, complete with crop top and booty shorts.
It wasn’t like Eli to have to fight to get things done but over the prior weeks that had gone by in a blur, every day seemed to get more difficult. Typically, Elias was the first person on the scene when there was a practice, be it for dance or for the cheer team. But he had been arriving later and later, been participating less and less. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted but then again, he had become quite the gifted liar.
“So then this stupid bitch totally just-- are you good? El, hey!”
Eli shook his head slightly as he was dragged back to reality by Gen’s hand waving in front of his face. His twin sister’s face was that of confusion, her eyes seeing into him as if she was trying to read him from inside out. It wasn’t the first time that Elias had completely clocked out during one of Gen’s rants, he simply never had the heart to stop her. But typically, Gen never stopped even when she knew he wasn’t listening. By her expression, she knew something was up. She always did.
“What? Oh yeah, sorry. Just sort of got lost there for a minute.” Eli quickly apologized, pushing a smile onto his face. Gen’s face never altered as she crossed her thin arms over her chest.
“I’m calling bullshit.” Gen replied, her eyes squinting slightly. “You’ve been in this mood since school started. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I just going to have to pry until you tell me?”
Elias stood up from where he had been sitting at the kitchen island, taking his plate and glass over to the sink and placing them down gently inside. While he moved, he could still feel Gen’s eyes burrowing holes deep into his back. He knew that she would keep her word. Eli could lie to everyone else, perhaps, but never to Gen. Of course, that didn’t stop him from trying.
“I’m just tired, Gen. It’s been busy with dance and cheer practice, I’ll be fine.” Elias attempted to brush off as he turned back around to face his sister who looked entirely unconvinced. “I’ve got to go get ready for the game. I promise nothing is wrong, seriously.”
Gen did not utter a word as Elias slid past her and out of the kitchen. The conversation was far from over but Eli knew that she was waiting to swoop in for the kill, giving him time to tell her if he wanted to. Eli didn’t want to hide anything from Gen, he really hadn’t ever hidden anything from her before. But how was he supposed to tell her that he had effectively destroyed one of his most important relationships in his life outside of her and Ash? Gen loved Charlie like a sister, it would sting to know that she wouldn’t be coming around anymore all because of him.
Brushing off Gen, Elias made his way to his room to get ready for the football game later that day. How he had been roped into the cheer squad, he wasn’t sure. It was all like one weird fever dream where he had joked with a few girls during his junior year that he could probably do their routine no problem after they had come to him for help with a few moves. Next thing he knew, Elias was sucked into the world of cheerleading and hadn’t yet been able to make an escape. He actually sort of enjoyed it though, especially with so many of his friends on the team.
After getting dressed, Eli made his way to the practice before the game. He predominantly kept to himself, saying hello to everyone here and there but otherwise staying quiet. Before the game was due to start and after the opening cheers, Eli decided to make an attempt at socialization. Seeing Ash and Nickie, Eli offered them a smile and made his way over.
“Hey you two.” Elias greeted with a grin as he sat down, wrapping his arm around Ash’s shoulders. “You guys did amazing out there. And great job with the leads, Nick, we couldn’t have asked for a better co-captain. I hope you’re having fun, though. I can only imagine how stressful your position is.”
Hunter Drake never was a school spirit kind of boy. It wasn’t that he was against the idea of showing support for the football team or whatever reason people found to act like obnoxious idiots. He certainly had no problem doing that if he needed to, but he just never liked to outwardly scream in such a way. Truth be told, he found it annoying the way some did it even before prompted. Those were the types he couldn’t stand and often found himself going in the opposite direction they were. If nothing else, just so he didn’t punch them off their unpleasant high horse.
And maybe to feel a certain high of shutting them up.
Yeah, that’s probably why he doesn’t have a lot of friends. Of those he does have, however, they were the reason for him being at homecoming. Kordei, quite possibly the coolest guy at Hollywood Arts and someone Hunter has looked up to since starting his freshman year, was on the football team. They were so close that Hunter accepted being at the game a little early just so he could carpool with him. It didn’t even matter to him that they picked up Dei’s girl along the way. Amy was cute but for neon-lit obvious reasons, she was absolutely off limits.
His other reason: Ashton West. If Kordei was his brother, then Ash was his sister.
His relationship with Ash was something of an enigma, even for those who knew them both. They were so different and sometimes it felt like they didn’t like each other, what with how they talk to each other. And, sure, Hunter could understand that, but from his side of things, she’s one of the few people -- and especially those of the opposite gender -- who he’s never felt anything more than platonic love for. She sees him for who he is and doesn’t judge him for it. Everything else, though? Yeah, she has an opinion about everything.
He expelled a low laugh as he took a seat close enough to see the cheerleaders. Save for Ash, he wanted to be as close to the eye candy as he could. Wouldn’t want to miss the real reason for being here, right?
Chas had already been at the stadium for a good while, micromanaging his fellow student council members and volunteers as they set up the big event. His refined talents weren't meant for grunt work and were best placed barking orders and criticisms as he lounged on the bleachers with his coffee. And the place looked damn good. The general population of Hollywood Arts seemed to dislike the dark green that came with the school's colors, but Chas rather liked it. Not out of school spirit, of course. It was merely coincidence. After all, he had only worked for his position in the student council just to order others around. He could care less if any of his peers were actually enjoying the event.
Before the game started, on his third coffee of the day, Chas had been exchanging snarky comments with Adriane on the bleachers. Truly, it was a riot that everyone was so hyped for a team that was bound to lose. Well, Chas didn't actually know if they were good or not. He spent more time bragging about his efforts preparing the event than paying attention to the results of the football games. Maybe this year he would actually look at the scoreboard instead of his own reflection on his front-facing camera.
"Oh, they know not to fuck this game up. I put too much into this damn event for us to come out looking like losers," he replied, muttering the second part a bit, "Mark my words, if they lose the last homecoming game I'll ever watch here they'll have a lot to answer for. To me." The word "last" struck an emotional chord with Chas. This was really it. This was only the beginning of one long year of "last" things. He couldn't help but frown, a wave of melancholy washing over him. Hey, Chas may not be the nicest guy but he still has feelings too.
His frown was swiftly wiped away at the sound of Ritu's voice, turning into a pleased smirk as thoughts of Lin's inferior fashion sense. It was amusing to think the boy thought he stood a chance against Chas in anything, especially including fashion. He had dressed up nicely to the game himself, which was a part of his excuse as to why he didn't help with any of the manual labor involved in setting up. Dry cleaning is expensive! Not that that was a problem for Chas, of course. Suits and ties weren't typical to football game attire, but Chas wasn't typical. "Ugh, who even let that wannabe in here? I should really add him to the blacklist. Oh, remind me to propose a football game attendee blacklist to the student council. I've got plenty of people in mind that, quite frankly, sour the atmosphere of school events like this."
It had to be about the hundredth person she had asked which was a bit of a pain because it seemed everyone knew her brother but no one knew where he was. Needless to say it was a bit frustrating as the last person she asked blew her off causing a small pout to slip onto her lip for a moment before something caught her ear. While her hearing aids weren't turned up due to all the noise it was unmistakable causing her to turn her head rather quickly in hopes it was her brother. It wasn't of course but needless to say it was a somewhat welcome sight to find someone who knew her language or at least seemed that he did. Her eyes searched for a mere moment before they laid on a rather attractive man wearing a green long sleeve. The way he was looking at her was needless to say a give away that he was the one talking to her.
"Tu parli italiano?!" She asked back just as quickly before listening to him ask for her brothers name and comment on how he wasn't psychic. It brought a little giggle out of her as she nodded to his original question he asked and watched him bashfully rub the back of his neck. "Sì, lo sono! Il nome di mio fratello è Luca! Sono nuovo qui e ho bisogno di trovarlo." She said quickly and fluently in her own deep Italian accent. She was so excited to find someone that seemed to speak Italian she had completely spaced on the fact that he might not actually know the language that well, For all she knew he only knew a little and was just learning it so he possibly didn't understand her at all there. Shaking her head a little Gia mentally scolded herself for just assuming he would understand her. Her look turned to one of thought for a few moments before she looked back to him.
"Yes! M-My broters name is Luca.... Do you go to the school?" She said to him with a sweet smile hopping this guy could help her out. It was welcoming truly to meet someone else that knew Italian, She wasn't the best with her English and it showed as she had to think on words to use even when asking the simple question of if he goes to the school. She knew it well enough to understand everyone and talk to them normally but she wasn't as practiced as her brother, unable to just talk like she had known the language her whole life.
Alizah stared down at the notebook in her lap, open to the most recent page. The word bipolar was haphazardly scrawled at the top, underlined three times, but so far she hadn't written a single lyric. She had the words in her head, but putting them on paper was turning out to be a struggle. Sometimes it was. It seemed the more personal the lyrics, the harder they were to put on paper. Was that because her feelings were difficult? Or was it fear, maybe? Fear that her true emotions would be discovered if she wrote them out for someone to find?
Setting the tip of the pen to the paper, she wrote the letter 'I' and then lifted the pen to think of the next word. When the word didn't come, she ended up just making circle scribbles until she'd nearly made a hole in the paper. Scowling, she snatched the pen back and flipped back a few pages, back to another secret song she'd been working on.
I don't like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there's comfort in the
"Comfort in the...?" Tapping the pen against her cheek, she stared at the words, repeating them over and over in her mind like a mantra. And then it hit her. "Panic." She whispered, a sort of excitement taking over as she lowered the pen to write the single word. After that, it was like a dam had broken, and she got lost in the wonderland that was her brain. The words just kept coming, and before long, she would have a full song. Until...
The sound of her sister's voice cut through the thin piece of wood that was her door, and Ali jumped so high she dropped the notebook and her pen. Realizing two seconds later who it was, she groaned, glancing over at the clock. Right. The homecoming game. Ali had completely forgotten. She wished Ruby would have just let her forget, but she couldn't say that. Spending time with her sister was important, and Ali did love the girl to death.
Moving to open her door, Ruby scoffed when she saw Ali wasn't even ready. "Two seconds." Leaving the door, Ali turned back around and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, dipping into her closet to pick an outfit. "Told you." She tossed a smirk in Ruby's direction as she tugged on her last boot, standing. "See? Ready." Grabbing her notebook and pen off the floor, she stuffed them quickly into her messenger bag and slung that strap over her shoulder.
Ruby drove, as usual, so Ali messed with the radio until she found a song playing on a station they both liked. The ride to the stadium wasn't long at all, and when they arrived, Ali immediately heard Lin's voice, even with the radio on and the windows up. Glancing over at Ruby, as though to give her a look that said 'really', Ali returned her attention outside to the guy. "Might as well park there." Trying to hide an amused smirk as Ruby pulled the car into the spot, Ali unbuckled and got out of the car.
"What a night for a football game." She muttered dryly, glancing up at the sky. "Isn't it supposed to rain?"
he'd rather die than become just another face in the crowd...
Not that sports were something Nico enjoyed. He was definitely not the athletic type. Sure, he kept himself fit and lean, gym was usually on his schedule. But that was it. Football? Not so much. To him, it was just a gathering of douchebags and they all cheered for the school team and Nico would bet his right hand that more than half of them had no idea why they cheered. They came because it was a social event and everyone was going. Nico could have thrown up.
But yeah. Toni said it was gonna be fun so...possibly, right? No. Not a chance. This was not gonna be fun in million years. Whoever said that sports are entertaining was a total dork and Nico would totally just hit them in them face to shut up. What the fuck was fun about watching a group of imbeciles throwing themselves after a ball and fight for it? Game of fucking thrones, right there.
Yeah, okay. Nico’s therapist actually told him to join the team. He said it might help with his anger issues. How? That Nico would beat the shit out of someone on the field and not in the hallway? Now that’s a change. Makes total sense, sure.
But he already promised Toni to come. Like, why not if his buddies were gonna be there? He had nothing else to do anyway and this way, he could at least get high with friends, not on his own. Doing it alone, that was just sad. Not that it wasn’t happening, but still. The more the merrier. And he was definitely sneaking some booze in. He was not gonna watch the ego of Kordei Grant explode all over the field when sober. Not...a...chance.
Coming to the ticket gate, Nico just kept some light conversation with the guys, his hands were tucked deeply in pockets of his black skinny jeans. He was all black as usual. Fuck the green. Black was also school color, right? And Nico would honestly rather die than wear that hideous shade of green. Not that he was some kind of fashion diva. He just...didn’t do colors. Black was the only and ultimate color in his wardrobe. And maybe some white. But that was it. He was no fucking parrot.
Hearing Nate chuckle about coming here on time, Nico suppressed the eyeroll. "Don’t think so, dude. Way too early. People are still here." he mumbled and patted his back pocket, making sure that his tequila flask was still there. He approached the booth and got his ticket. Money well spent right there. "Okay, let’s get this over with." he flashed a white grin at his pals as they headed inside. And all he wanted was to get drunk...or high...or both...and not get into any fight. Not the night for that.