Walking through the halls with Charlie’s football jersey hanging off her shoulders, Olivia was being supportive of Charlie’s game that night. Charlie grinned as she saw the girl, stopping her at her lockers, “Liv, the team’s girlfriends are supposed to wear their boyfriend’s jersey. That’s why people keep lookin’ at us.” Charlie laughed before they continued down the hall. She was actually flattered that the other girl was supporting her. Tonight was a big game, and Charlie knew there was a lot of pressure and possibly her scholarship riding on their win, “But hey, you look damn good in a jersey, my jersey at that. Ever thought of joining the team?” Charlie waggled her eyebrows at the girl, “I’ll teach you how to kick!”
Abby:
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
Charlie paced back and forth. She smoothed the dress down her legs for the hundredth time. It was date night. This was going to be her first real formal date, and she thought she was going to be sick. She clicked her heels together nervously, turning to Abby. “I feel like, I look like a dingus. Are you sure he’ll like it?” When the other girl consoled her, she breathed in slowly. “Do I look ready to go?” She noticed Abby pondering for a moment before pulling out a necklace, “One last thing.” She stood behind Charlie, reaching around her to put on the necklace. Once it was clasped, Charlie grinned, “Thank you so much. I’ll text you as soon as it’s over!”
My top lip is a bit thicker than most people’s, but I ain’t gonna call myself self-conscious. Every woman is beautiful.
Do you keep plants?
Back home in Alabama, I used to. Not here yet.
Do you name your plants?
Not really, I just call ‘em little pet names. Pretty, cutie, teeny. That kinda stuff.
What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?
I’m not a particularly artistic person, but I do like to sing. Singin’ usually cheers me up pretty well. Although, it may not cheer up others around me. I can’t hold a tune in a bucket. I used to dance, but dancin’ for so long was something that made me feel trapped. It held so many emotions inside.
Do you like singing/humming to yourself?
The shower is my biggest and only fan.
Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?
I sprawl out on the bed like the queen I am.
What's an inner joke you have with your friends?
Back home, the football team used to say I was the manliest one on the team, cause I ain’t scared of nothin’.
What's your favorite planet?
I like Jupiter. It kinda does it’s own thing, like me.
What's something that made you smile today?
Luce sent me the sweetest text. He really is such a great person, and I love him with all my heart.
Also, I took the best picture of Theo. He actually smiled!
If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?
I think the most important question is who would be there. Luce would be the one I’d move in with. He is my favorite human at this point. But I think it’d look really nice. Luce kinda has an eye for nice.
1. Can you please state your name, age, grade, and talent?
My name is Jason Taylor. I’m uh, I’m seventeen. I’m a junior and I play quarterback. Which is uh, a position in football, for anyone who might not know.
2. How did you discover your talent?
I’m a Taylor. There was never gonna be any doubt whether I would play football or not. All the men in my family have played going back over fifty years. My uh, my dad was the first one to teach me to throw the ball. After he left, my uncle helped me learn to play.
3. What is your sexuality and gender? Preferred pronouns?
I’m straight. But uh, don’t assume just because I’m from Texas that I have any problems with people being gay. Yeah that prejudice exists, but it’s not me.
4. What’re you most insecure about? Why?
Living up to the expectations people have for me. I uh, I learned the hard way that people don’t treat you the same when you let them down. People have a short memory when it comes to the good stuff you do, but they never forget the bad.
5. Who would you consider your best friends? Your enemies?
I don’t know? I mean I like Imogen. She’s pretty cool, even if she is a bad influence on me. Olivia is great. I don’t uh, I don’t have any enemies and don’t really want to make them.
6. Aside from furthering your education, do you hope to achieve anything else here? Do you hope to make friends, find love, or something more?
I came here to win this school it’s first State Championship. That’s what I’m focusing on. Anything else that happens, happens on it’s own.
7. What is your daily routine?
I get up, shower, eat breakfast, and then head to the football field. I do some conditioning for an hour or two, then take another shower and head to class. Once classes are done, I head back to the field and practice my core skills for a few hours. Go home after that and do homework, eat dinner, and hopefully soon I’ll have some of the other players from the team interested in doing some extra evening training sessions with me.
8. How did you come into contact with Bridgewood Academy (i.e. competition or video)?
A scout saw the game tape of me playing at State the season before last. And then she came to the semis last season and actually saw me play.
9. What do you think of your roommate? Your talent partner?
They’re both pretty awesome. Both gorgeous ladies too. I uh, I think some guys would probably be distracted by it if they were in my position. Well actually, probably most guys.
10. What are the short term goals for that you hope to achieve by attending Bridgewood? Long term?
There is only one goal: taking this team to the State Championship. Every other goal is a part of working towards that
11. Were you a student before the fire? If yes, how does it feel to know that the Secret Keeper is gone? If no, how much do you know about Bridgewood’s past?
I wasn’t here when it happened no. I’ve uh, I’ve heard a few things. I’m not sure how much of it is true though.
12. Are you nervous that you’ll be exposed by the new Gossip Blog? Are you suspicious of any of your friends?
Exposed how? I uh, I mean I don’t think so. They all seem cool to me.
13. Are you hiding anything?
I mean, everyone has something that they’d rather other people didn’t know about them..
14. How far would you go to protect the skeletons in your closet? Would you hurt the people that you call your friends?
I’m not sure..
15. Everyone on campus will be able to see this. Does that make you nervous? Why or why not?
Not really, no. I’m uh, I’m kind of used to it I guess. The Belleville News Station used to interview me before every game. Guess that goes to show what kind of town I’m from.
16. Anything else you want to add?
Um, yeah actually there is. Bridgewood: get ready, because next season we’re going all the way to State!
“Are you sure this is going to look good?” Eva questioned Olivia skeptically. Eva had been feeling adventurous the night before, and while they were out, they’d bought an at-home hair dye kit so that Eva could put a streak of blue in her hair. Now, she was debating backing out. When Olivia further convinced her, Eva grinned and nodded her head. “Alright, do it!” She said. Twenty minutes later, Eva sat with her head in the sink, Olivia’s fingers gently massaging the shampoo into her scalp. It reminded Eva of when she would go to the beauty salon with her mother when she was younger, and she’d get a shampoo just to feel like one of the older ladies. “All done?” Eva asked a few minutes later, quickly drying out her hair and biting her lip and the bright blue streak underneath her layers. “I love it.”
♦ Our muses slow dancing together
Shawn cursed under his breath as he stepped on Olivia’s foot again, looking up at her with what seemed to be the millionth apologetic look of the night. Shawn could do a lot of things, but slow dancing was not one of them. “Liv, I’m hopeless.” he told her, to which she simply shook her head before encouraging him to try again. They’d been at it all night, for one major reason. Delilah wanted to go to a dance with Shawn, and naturally, he was nervous. He wanted to impress her and, as of now, his dancing would do the exact opposite. “Can we try again?” Shawn asked hesitantly, followed by a sheepish smile when Olivia agreed.
