There were pain and bewilderment in her face, the bewilderment of a pampered child who has always had her own way for the asking and who now, for the first time, was in contact with the unpleasantness of life.
He was at the dance studio, out in the hall, sitting on one of the few benches in the building he had come to acquire over the past few months. It was a Monday. He was waiting on the class, just beyond the door, across from him and ten paces to the left to finish— waiting for the brunette he’d become so accustomed to calling his own to emerge from the room, lifted by her own smile. His own lectures were done for the day, and rather strain himself with any work he’d decided, naturally, on a book. It was Romola by George Eliot, wide and a bound pastel yellow, a color that embodied an echo of spring sunshine, or a honeybee. After twenty or so minutes he looked up and checked his watch. It was fifteen after the hour, and while this was no reason for concern, he closed the book and set it beside him, uncrossing his legs from their four-figure positioning. A few people were idle in the halls now, a few girls off to his right, a guy walking past, but his eyes managed to land on that of a blonde’s that stood across from him. By the door. The very one he was waiting on. He leaned forward before he spoke, as if to avoid speaking any louder than he needed to, “Hey,” Harry greeted with a smile, as he adjusted his winter coat, “You didn’t happen to just come out of there, did you?” He inquired, and it dawned upon him that she could’ve been waiting, merely apart of the next class, but he decided to defer until he received a a response.
the girl was a far cry from her usual done up look. face clean of her usually meticulously crafted makeup. hair simply slicked back into a ballet bun. yet, she made sure she still somehow looked immaculate. a dance bag rested against her side , the weight shifting her to the side. isla looked over her phone, taking in whatever message had been sent to her when her bubble was suddenly invaded. steely eyes looked to the new body in front of her, the trademark dubois smirk soon following the once over. she was never one to object when a man came up to her. it also helped that the male in front of her was quite handsome. boyish features that isla drank in. “non. going in.” accent dripping from her words. “looking for somewhere? or someone?” she asked, her words almost a purr.
“Would you go skydiving with me?” She didn’t look up from her phone as she posed the question. “Like if we drove down to wherever you go skydiving, would you? We should go tomorrow. I think it would be fun.” Miriam had never had any inclination to go sky diving, but she got a seemingly desperate targeted ad announcing a discounted price if she went with a group. “We’d need a couple more people, but I think we should do it.” They were getting ready to go out, and Miriam was sprawled out on the floor, a purple babydoll dress encapsulating her as she waited for Isla to be ready to leave.
the stormy eyes of her reflection peered back at her as the blonde oversaw her ensemble. exquisite clothes clung to her skin as if they were painted on, hugging each molded curve years of ballet training had left her. perfectly painted nails tousled blonde tresses so they would fall just so as to frame her delicate face. appearance was important to isla. always had been. her beauty felt like the impenetrable armor she needed to go into battle. she felt untouchable. the question took her away from admiring herself, chin resting on her shoulder as she took in the others question. “I mean, why shouldn’t we? parachute over some mountains then go get some mimosas for brunch? honestly, what could be more perfect?” a smirk playing against her lips. there was a part of isla who wanted to be more reckless. let go just a bit. and there was no one she would let her hair down with other then miriam. the girl had become somewhat of a sister to her. both growing up with a silver spoon placed firmly in their mouths, they had much to agree upon. “who else do you think we could get to go with us?” an immaculately arched eyebrow raised as she pulled out a half jacket of the purest white, only to be dusted with pink. “not like getting people to go out drinking easy, now is it?”
bonjour guys, gals, and non-binary pals. it me. it your girl Lo. i’m 25, been slowly moving across the state and immunocompromised so this “inside funtime” has been a TRIP for me! my obsessions include hot sauce, good character development, theatre, cats, the sims, improv comedy, and spicy quality memes. have my messy monster Isla ♥
•(more about the girl below)•
tw: death, age gap relationships
(JESSICA ALEXANDER, CISFEMALE) - Have you seen ISLA DUBOIS? ISLA is in HER SOPHOMORE year. The THEATRE/DANCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a SCORPIO. People say SHE is CHARMING, ALLURING, LICENTATIOUS and CONNIVING. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE IS SLEEPING WITH TWO OF HER PROFESSORS.
○ isla marguerite dubois was born in quebec, canada to two natives of nice, france. her father is a defense attorney to a bunch of global businesses and her mother is a beauty mogul.
○ needless to say, my baby is l o a d e d. growing up, her family had a few housekeepers and she and her siblings had nannies to watch them after school. as she grew up, she never wanted for anything. isla is the definition of being born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
○ speaking of siblings, isla has three older brothers. she is the only girl out of the four kids and the baby, so she knows how to get what she wants pretty damn well. she’s only had 20 years of experience
○ being raised like that, she has a tendency to sound really…..entitled. honestly, she doesn’t mean to sound like an absolute stuck up bitch, but that’s her language. the girl can be very caring and sincere if someone can stand the outer shell of some annoying ignorance about the 99% of the world.
○ she had a fourth brother, but he unfortunately passed away when she was 13 in a motorcycle crash. he was a bit estranged from the family so they weren’t the closest. however, the incident has made her a bit wary around motorcycles.
○ ever since puberty, isla has been obsessed with boys. it’s almost been excessive how many boys she goes after. if you are a male (and straight/bi, my girl has some standards here) there is about a hundred percent chance she will try and hit on you. partner or not. isla is also a bit of a notorious homewrecker.
○ having cultivated this obsession for boys, isla has developed a new talent: using them for her own gain. she is a serial dating manipulator. if you have something to offer her, isla will get close to you and sexually/romantically manipulate you into giving her that advantage. after she’s gotten that, she’ll expertly make the break off seem like the right thing at this time.
○ isla doesn’t have a lot of female friends. to quote rachel from friends “yeah, girls don’t tend to like me.” she does have her core girls though.
○ theatre is her life. not only does she want to become an actress, she is also a budding star within her program.
○ besides theatre and boys, isla’s life revolves around dance. she started competitive dance at the tender age of 3. she competed religiously until she was eighteen. isla still attends and TA’s at some of the dance classes offered.
○ the professors she’s sleeping with? Her married theatre professor and a much old psych professor. both are exchanging her “favors” for good grades and opportunities. this is not the first time she has exchanged sex for personal gain. it probably won’t be her last either.
More is sure to come as I think of it, but this is the gist. Now for some:
Wanted Connections
the best friends ;; her partner in crime, the ying to his yang. the pair or more that are typically attached by the hip, consult each other, and couldn’t live without one another.
the partier ;; the sound of too loud music and the taste of warm, cheap beer are the defining characteristics of this friendship. these two may give each other recognition in the halls, but as soon as the word ‘party’ is involved, these two are together. the best of friendships always start smashed.
her girls ;; not many females like isla, but these girls are that exception. her ride or dies. she’d kill or hide a body for these women.
the one? ;; these two flirt so much, they might as well just get it over with and date. however, many steps have to be taken to get there. are they willing to make those steps?
the big ex ;; these two seemed to be so in love. …or not. maybe they ended on a good note, maybe it went down in flames. all that’s known for certain is that they went from the cutest couple to barely speaking.
fwb ;; having a friend is good. having a friend who has sex with you is better. no strings attached.
just a hookup ;; they’re for sex and nothing else. harsh but true.
the toy ;; isla’s own little toy. she uses them for whatever reason and makes them think they’re her one and only. will she break her shiny new toy? maybe. she’s not known for being careful.
the scorned ;; whether this is an ex hookup’s partner or someone she used and threw away, she burned this person. all she can seem to give them is a shrug emoji.
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