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L O C A T I O N / / Santiago’s Party
I N T E R A C T I O N S / / Familiar face with Russian Essence and a Nobody from Across the Pond
I N T E R A C T I O N S / / Familiar face with Russian Essence and a Nobody from Across the Pond
Contrary to what the popular opinion about Kavi Salvador was, he wasn’t the whole round moon of an asshole - just some people rubbed him the wrong way. The thing about Kavi was that he often felt like people judged him simply because he enjoyed tormenting the nerds every now and then - well, one nerd named Elijah Abrams. He didn’t like him that much and Elijah didn’t like Kavi, so it worked out well for the both of them. Kavi could torment him and Elijah simply waited until it was over and went about his day. But when it came to others like Jordan Henderson, the teen felt like there was potential not to be a total ass - the kind of guy that Stella often saw in him. Why that one felt the need to see the kind of guy he used to be has always been a mystery to Kavi.
So that’s why he didn’t jump down this British guy’s throat as soon as he talked, despite how much of Kavi’s being was telling him to make some kind of stereotypical quip about the stereotypical English jock. Or how stupid his accent was, but Kavi wasn’t going to do that because of one reason: he’d rather not get turned down by Ariel, not when she was looking oh-so-good. The additional fact was he and Ariel -at least from where Kavi stood - were friendly. So why ruin that by being a dick to a guy who he didn’t have any real problems with.
He didn’t bother speaking to Jordan, though he did return his handshake, arrogantly smirking at him. It was that type of smirk that spoke volumes without Kavi having to actually utter a single word. It basically said ‘I’m better than you and you know it’.
After that moment faded, he went back to ignoring the polite turd. “Well, ya know, I figured El Asso deserved only the best that Kavi Salvador had to offer,” he bragged, smiling. He leaned in such a way that sort of shoved Jordan away so that Kavi had Ariel to himself - well, at least was within her immediate radius. “Seeing as how this is a party and all,” Kavi smiled at Ariel while also giving Jordan a superior gaze before returning to Ariel’s shorter form, “let's go dance.” Kavi didn’t really wait for a response. Being the kind of dominant teen he was, he led Ariel away by taking her hand.
So that’s why he didn’t jump down this British guy’s throat as soon as he talked, despite how much of Kavi’s being was telling him to make some kind of stereotypical quip about the stereotypical English jock. Or how stupid his accent was, but Kavi wasn’t going to do that because of one reason: he’d rather not get turned down by Ariel, not when she was looking oh-so-good. The additional fact was he and Ariel -at least from where Kavi stood - were friendly. So why ruin that by being a dick to a guy who he didn’t have any real problems with.
He didn’t bother speaking to Jordan, though he did return his handshake, arrogantly smirking at him. It was that type of smirk that spoke volumes without Kavi having to actually utter a single word. It basically said ‘I’m better than you and you know it’.
After that moment faded, he went back to ignoring the polite turd. “Well, ya know, I figured El Asso deserved only the best that Kavi Salvador had to offer,” he bragged, smiling. He leaned in such a way that sort of shoved Jordan away so that Kavi had Ariel to himself - well, at least was within her immediate radius. “Seeing as how this is a party and all,” Kavi smiled at Ariel while also giving Jordan a superior gaze before returning to Ariel’s shorter form, “let's go dance.” Kavi didn’t really wait for a response. Being the kind of dominant teen he was, he led Ariel away by taking her hand.
L O C A T I O N / / Diablo's Party
I N T E R A C T I N G W I T H / / Stella’s worst nightmare, probably.
I N T E R A C T I N G W I T H / / Stella’s worst nightmare, probably.
”Of all people to throw a party and of all people to send out that massive feeler for their party, why in the holy father’s name did it have to be him?”
Over and over again, Stella Lambert had been pacing back and forth in her room, going back to the thought of forgetting that party and maybe taking a drive to Miami and just forget about everything that god-forsaken asshole, Santiago Fernandez did to her. Just the very thought of that tall, smoking-hot, white-as-all-hell latino, God among men, douche made her blood boil. And yet, at the same time, the way he made her feel for the first nights she had given him her time of day, she remembered how utterly charming and soothing he was not only to the eyes but in how she was treated by him. Every moment of the one date they had was perfect. He was so romantic and so thoughtful.
But, of course, as with all things, there was a downside. How could she forgive this man who she thought actually cared for her not think of her feelings when she saw him with that April girl? It riles her up like nobody else in the world could. Someone so infuriating that she hated with all that she was and, yet when she was in his presence, she found herself weak around him. It was like this man had a hold over her that she didn’t know how to control. She was just that dumb girl who would fall into a habit of being drawn to Santiago whether or not she wanted to.
“Just keep it calm, Stella. Remember! You are over him now. He is with April - or at least that’s what it appeared to be like.”
Stella was having what some would call ‘A Stella Moment’. She often freaked out about a lot of things. Sometimes they were justified, while at other times, it seemed she’d make a big deal about nothing. To her, anytime that Diablo was involved, it was always justified. She never understood how such a seemingly good guy could cause such terror within Stella’s fragile heart. Just the thought of him made her feel weak and hate herself just as much. Every time she was near him, equally, her blood boiled and heart fluttered. No amount of - well anything - she did would ever compare to the complicated relationship she had with the guy. Even after all that he did to her, she couldn’t get him out of her head.
Continuously going back and forth, Stella never realized that she was out of her home. Both of her parents were working tonight. They left a note for her that told her they wouldn't be back until at least sunrise, so she knew that she would be home alone. Why stay there when she could just go to a party.
Yeah, some self-control you have, Stella…
A few curses, miles, and several going back and forth moments later, Stella Lambert was outside of Diablo’s house. She saw people were going through the house. A lot of people were actually present it was kind of overwhelming, yet comforting, for Stella. If this was going to be one of those parties that favored quantity over quality, perhaps she wouldn’t see Diablo. And if that was the case, she suddenly felt a hell of a lot better about letting herself enjoy a party.
Game face = On!
Stella brought her tiny frame through the front door, slipping past some bigger guests who showed up and she was in. Quickly, she assumed her natural state of following the leader, which brought her straight outside. “WHOA!” Stella said n a not-so-quiet voice, eyes coming her way. Like the gal she was, Stella smiled, letting them see a cheery white girl. Adding to that specific visage, dressed in a pink shirt that came to a stop mid-stomach and revealed a lot of arm skin, as well as a pair of some too-short-for-her-own-good lower body wear, Stella was ready to P-A-R-T-Y!
And the first thing she did was take her assumed position on top of the grotto, shouting and she took a dive into the pool, which was a glaring success!
Over and over again, Stella Lambert had been pacing back and forth in her room, going back to the thought of forgetting that party and maybe taking a drive to Miami and just forget about everything that god-forsaken asshole, Santiago Fernandez did to her. Just the very thought of that tall, smoking-hot, white-as-all-hell latino, God among men, douche made her blood boil. And yet, at the same time, the way he made her feel for the first nights she had given him her time of day, she remembered how utterly charming and soothing he was not only to the eyes but in how she was treated by him. Every moment of the one date they had was perfect. He was so romantic and so thoughtful.
But, of course, as with all things, there was a downside. How could she forgive this man who she thought actually cared for her not think of her feelings when she saw him with that April girl? It riles her up like nobody else in the world could. Someone so infuriating that she hated with all that she was and, yet when she was in his presence, she found herself weak around him. It was like this man had a hold over her that she didn’t know how to control. She was just that dumb girl who would fall into a habit of being drawn to Santiago whether or not she wanted to.
“Just keep it calm, Stella. Remember! You are over him now. He is with April - or at least that’s what it appeared to be like.”
Stella was having what some would call ‘A Stella Moment’. She often freaked out about a lot of things. Sometimes they were justified, while at other times, it seemed she’d make a big deal about nothing. To her, anytime that Diablo was involved, it was always justified. She never understood how such a seemingly good guy could cause such terror within Stella’s fragile heart. Just the thought of him made her feel weak and hate herself just as much. Every time she was near him, equally, her blood boiled and heart fluttered. No amount of - well anything - she did would ever compare to the complicated relationship she had with the guy. Even after all that he did to her, she couldn’t get him out of her head.
Continuously going back and forth, Stella never realized that she was out of her home. Both of her parents were working tonight. They left a note for her that told her they wouldn't be back until at least sunrise, so she knew that she would be home alone. Why stay there when she could just go to a party.
Yeah, some self-control you have, Stella…
A few curses, miles, and several going back and forth moments later, Stella Lambert was outside of Diablo’s house. She saw people were going through the house. A lot of people were actually present it was kind of overwhelming, yet comforting, for Stella. If this was going to be one of those parties that favored quantity over quality, perhaps she wouldn’t see Diablo. And if that was the case, she suddenly felt a hell of a lot better about letting herself enjoy a party.
Game face = On!
Stella brought her tiny frame through the front door, slipping past some bigger guests who showed up and she was in. Quickly, she assumed her natural state of following the leader, which brought her straight outside. “WHOA!” Stella said n a not-so-quiet voice, eyes coming her way. Like the gal she was, Stella smiled, letting them see a cheery white girl. Adding to that specific visage, dressed in a pink shirt that came to a stop mid-stomach and revealed a lot of arm skin, as well as a pair of some too-short-for-her-own-good lower body wear, Stella was ready to P-A-R-T-Y!
And the first thing she did was take her assumed position on top of the grotto, shouting and she took a dive into the pool, which was a glaring success!