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wincing as the ball hit the girls arms. asher immediately felt a ping of guilt in his chest. the brunette looked incredibly mad when he approached her. bending over to pick up the ball. he had to step back from her back lash. with a small grin he threw the ball back to his friend. turning towards vanessa he pulled out his wallet from his back pocket. taking out two hundreds and holding it out. “will that do babe?” the boy didn’t understand women’s nail obsession. he did know his mom would kill him for endangering someone over his friends stupidity. “sorry about that. knuckle head over there can’t throw worth a shit,”
vanessa eyed the money as a lump formed in her throat. her throat felt dry and it was becoming hard for her to swallow. being offered that much money was tempting, but there was always that voice in the back of her head screaming at her to not accept money she hasn’t worked for. clearing her throat, she pushed his hand away with a scoff, “it must feel real nice being able to hand out money just like that.” her brown eyes shifted from his shoes and gradually wandered up his body, slowly taking in his appearance. “the next time you call me babe, your dick will no longer be attached to your body, asher.” of course she knew the guy. it was hard not to with the cheer team always lusting after him. personally, she didn't understand the hype around him. attractive, yes. special? hell no. “ so they basically let anyone on the team — hmm ... makes sense how you got in.” she voiced, a smirk forming on her lips as her eyes twinkled with amusement.
Jace sat waiting for the bus home for over half an hour but it never came. Typical. And to top it all, his phone’s battery was dying. He hadn’t even used it all day but that’s what you get when you have an iPhone 6, he guessed, trying to send one last blast text to see if anyone got his location by chance before it turned off completely. Fuck. “Happy fucking Halloween…”
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“get in loser we’re going shopping.” she shouted outside her window as it rolled down. vanessa had just got done with dance rehersal and was driving around to find a place to grab some food when she saw a boy that she’d seen at crenshaw and beverly hills high. both never talked, but she did often exchanged a friendly smile when walking past him in the halls. “do you need a ride or something? the next bus doesn’t come until two more hours and it’s growing chilly out there.”
Lottie looked down the hall of lockers, flyers covering them and the girl couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she walked closer to her locker wrapping the paper down. ‘Friday Night Football game come show your school spirit’ “Ugh no thank you” The dark-haired girl mumbled as she switched out her Spanish book for her science book and closed her locker. As she turned and saw the halls crowed she passed the flyer from her locker to the first person she saw. “Don’t forget to show your school spirit at the game this Friday.” Lottie fake cheered before she started down the hall.
laughing with her small group of friends vanessa was actually enjoying herself for the first time this week. it felt different. but good. the chatter abruptly stopped when a flyer was shoved onto her friend’s chest. vanessa glanced between the girl walking away and her friends. with her mind already made up, she snatched the flyer and stepped away from the group, muttering a quiet, “i’ll be right back.” ignoring her friend’s protests, she marched through the crowd, eyes dead set on the back of the girls head.“ hey! beverly hills barbie!” she called out, yanking on the girls top. “i think you dropped something?”
asher was playing around in the courtyard with one of his teammates. throwing a leather football back and forth to each other. it was just a way to pass some time before heading back to class. he caught sight of someone walking past as his teammate decided to throw the ball over his head. sending it straight into the path of whoever was walking towards them. “watch out” he called while scolding the person who threw the ball. jogging up to the person who now had their football. “hey, you good?”
vanessa glared at her cheer mates for once again dropping her on her ass. she knew some were doing it on purpose, but what could she do that won’t get her kicked off the team. pissed off, she snatched her cheer bag from the bleachers and stormed across the field. ‘watch out’ caught her attention and she glanced around for the source. noticing a football hurtling right towards her vanessa immediately shielded her face with her hands. it was a good call because the football bounced off her hands and to the floor. “what do you think?” she spat as she inspected her nails for damages. “you’re paying for my next manicure. these nails aren’t cheap.”
rayna’s eyes were glued to her phone as she made her way through the crowd of people getting out of class not really watching where she was going when her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of tires screeching and a horn wailing. ❝hey — fuck you.❞ she cursed, taking a step back so that her feet were firmly planted on the sidewalk and no longer in the street. this school is full of assholes, it’s not that she wasn’t used to looking both ways before she crossed the street its just that she assumed rich people would pay more attention to their surroundings especially in such a heavily populated area.
a deep sigh left her lips as she finally exited the gateways of hell. before the school transfer, vanessa was easily persuaded into waking up and getting an education, but the ' i’m better than you because i’m rich ’ kids at beverly hills high made that difficult for her every day. today was no exception. the loud sound of tires screeching drawn her back into the reality of shit. “what a fucking dick” she whispered. a grin replaced the scowl she’d worn all day when her ears picked up an all too familiar voice. “wow bitch, didn’t know you were trying to die today.” she laughed obnoxiously while running up behind rayna. “i say we go key that fuckers car.”
[ ALEXA DEMIE, FEMALE, SHE/HER ] Oh them? That’s VANESSA CORTEZ the SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR who got into the school because of their DANCE SCHOLARSHIP. I saw graffiti on the bathroom stall that said they were TACTLESS and VINDICTIVE, but I think that they’re HONEST and PASSIONATE. I wonder if they will get on with the Beverly Hills lot?
the minute vanessa cortez's birth mother gave birth, she was immediately put up for adoption. with the adoption rate being high for newborn babies, it wasn't long before she was adopted. her adoptive father oscar cortez worked as a construction worker, and her adoptive mother jessica cortez was a licensed cosmetologist, owning a small beauty salon that was popular within their community. despite her father working long hours and her mom's beauty salon being a success, they struggled with money and were living paycheck to paycheck.
at the young age of seven, vanessa found a deep passion for dance, hip hop ,and latin dance to be specific. She spent most of her free time dancing in her room, refusing to waste time outside playing with the neighborhood kids. her parents saw how passionate she was about dancing and signed her up for classes at a local dance studio. although it was run-down and filthy, vanessa viewed it as her second home. by the age of eleven she'd won many dance competition titles in los angeles.
at crenshaw high, the dance team was just as big as the cheer team, not as relevant, but it came to a close second. freshman year was vanessa's reign of power. there was not one competition she didn't put her heart into; and she always made sure to secure the win for the dance team. but when it came to competing against beverly hills high, crenshaw's dance team always fell second.
beginning of junior year vanessa was kicked off the dance team after the school found drugs in her locker. it was obvious to close friends and her parents that the drugs were planted as she never once laid her hands on any type of drugs or alcohol. vanessa always believed the other school had something to do with it, seeing as without her they were winning every dance category.
after the fire vanessa was accepted into beverly hills high on a dance scholarship. as much as she loved dancing, it wasn’t going to be enough for a person like her to get accepted into a good university so shhe joined the cheer team to help better her chances.
TRAITS & THEIR DEFINITIONS:
tacless: ( having or showing a lack of adroitness and sensitivity in dealing with others or with difficult issues )
vindictive: ( having or showing a strong or unreasoning desire for revenge )
passionate: ( showing or caused by strong feelings or a strong belief )
honest: ( free of deceit and untruthfulness; sincere )
debonair: ( confident, stylish, and charming )
WANTED CONNECTIONS BELOW:
rival : vanessa and ( muse ) have a rivalry-ship with each other and are constantly trying to one-up one another.
best friends : vanessa and ( muse ) have been best friends for as long as the two can remember.
friends from beverly hills : vanessa and ( multiple muses ) found common ground and are surpsingly getting along pretty well, though they bump heads quite often.
friends from crenshaw : vanessa and ( multiple muses ) know of each other from their previous school and sit together at lunch to fill the void of being outcasts.
ex friends: vanessa and ( muse ) friendship fell apart when ( muse ) found out vanessa was seeing their boyfriend behind their back.
ex boyfriend: ( muse ) broke up with vanessa because they didn’t want to be known as the boyfriend of the girl that got caught with drugs.
ex fling : vanessa and ( muse ) ended things when feelings started to get involved.
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