smarty0114

CANCELLED.

@Rabidporcupine@Legion02

Both are accepted :) I couldn’t find the Acceptance Cat, but just imagine it in your head!

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with: @Universorum
Location: The Sandy Throne
Interacting with: Themselves}

---

Quincy shoved her way through groups of students and out onto the patio of the beach house, taking in a deep, almost desperate, breath. She hadn’t realized how hot it had been inside, or how out of breath she’d been. She drank in the cool, winter air that wafted off of the ocean. Looking up, she saw the moon beaming down onto the rest of the party, which had gathered around the stage and the bonfire. She was almost so caught up in the beauty, that she forgot her mission. A Double!

Quincy charged forward, towards the edge of the beach, stumbling through the sand towards a sand throne that could only belong to A Double. Who else came to a party only to build sand castles? After what felt like years, she reached the throne, and grinned at A Double. ”Can I, uh, can I sit here?” she asked, panting from her trek. Q was normally a calm, collected person, but tonight, vodka was in charge, and he was steering her towards A Double, with no brakes in sight.

One of the very few voices in the world that could have dragged him peacefully from his tranquilo mindset flooded into his ears, and A Double turned his attention to Quincy, smiling brightly at his best friend, though he rather suddenly sat up and squinted at her when he realized how out of breath she seemed to be. “Hey, are you okay? And, uhm… give me a second! This isn’t really made to fit, well… more than one A Double… I can make it bigger though! Can you hand me my shovel?”

Quincy laughed. A loud, joyful laugh, the kind that didn’t scare birds away, but instead invited them to hang out and smoke a joint. ”Of cooooourse I’m okay, A Dub. Of course. Of course. That is a very funny phrase. It sounds fake,” Quincy said, giggling. She ignored A Doubles request for a shovel, sighing and falling into his lap, giggling. She looked up straight into his eyes, really brown eyes, and grinned. ”Hi. You have pretty eyes,” she said, grinning wildly.

YIKES.

A Double was not sure exactly how to react to this situation, and he could feel an old villain creeping back up into throat. Oh, man, not now. He stared at Quincy for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, giving her a very long look into his eyes as he listened to her giggle. He’d never heard her giggle like that before! It was different!? Cute. Cute is the word you’re looking for, Mr. Bishop. Oh man, here we go. He had to say something or he’d look like a damn fool.

“T-th-thanks. I-I-I grew them mys-s-s-self.” He hadn’t STUTTERED in FOREVER. He’d worked really hard with a talking doctor to fix that! It came back sometimes though… only when he got really nervous. BUT SHE WAS SITTING ON TOP OF HIM. A Double’s normal color in his cheeks faded, and was soon replaced with the bright red of a blush. Now she’d think he was retarded. Dang.

Quincy’s eyes widened as A Double stuttered. She’d had no idea A Double even had a stutter. She couldn’t help but burst out giggling. ”That was so cute!” Q said in between gasping breaths. When she finally fell silent she leaned her head into his chest, smiling, before looking back up into his eyes. ”I think I’m drunk. And I think I’m in love with you,” she said, the gravity of her words completely lost on her.

DOUBLE YIKES.

Love!? A Double barely knew what love meant! She couldn’t just say things like that, and get all snuggly up to him! This was madness, this was confusion, this was so many things he’d never felt before. He’d spent the last twenty minutes building a throne of sand, for God’s sake. “T-t-t-th-that’s… g-g-good?” A Double offered carefully, feeling himself stutter and stumble over his words even more. “I-I-I-I think-k-k-k-k you’re drunk-k-k too.”

Quincy grinned and sat up straight, then leaned in until their foreheads were touching. ”A Double, you talk too much.” And then she went for it. She lightly pressed her lips to his, interlocking them, gently at first, and then with more force as she brought her hands up into A Double’s hair, exploring every dark strand there was to explore.

TRIPLE YIKES.

Is this what kissing was? A Double had never been kissed before! Why was she pulling his hair? Why did her lip gloss taste like cherries? Why didn’t anyone prepare him for this?! This was wild. This was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before in his entire life, and to be honest… he was into it. Way into it. Was all kissing like this, or was it just because Q was special to him!? He didn’t know. But what he did know was that he was leaning into it, pretty heavily.

Quincy Hart was fully aware of three things at that moment. One, was that she was currently straddling her best friend and tonguing him down at the same time. Two, was that he tasted like weed and peanuts, a taste that she was certain she’d never be able to forget. And three was that she was very, very, into it. So into it that she began to move her hips, as you do. The downside to this was that Quincy was drunk, and her movements were a bit more exaggerated than she’d planned, and her knee accidentally knocked A Double’s bong out of its BongHolder™, right onto the beach.

A Double was in the most sexually charged situation in his entire life, but unfortunately it had to end. He saw his bong falling out of his peripheral vision, and like any good stoner, he did the only rational thing: dive for it. And dive he did, taking Q with him, over the edge of the sand throne, and careening down to the sand. Now, A Double caught James Bong. James Bong, 00420, the reason A Double was tranquilo all the time… he was safe. But, the moment? The moment was gone. And rather than say anything, A Double just laid on his back, holding the bong into the air above him, some of the water sloshing out to the sand while he stared up at the night sky.

It had happened and now it was over. Q lifted a hand to her lips, as if she needed to make sure they were still there. They brushed across the surface gently, confirming their continued placement on her face. As she stared up into the sky, she came to realize how unlikely this series of events was, and exactly how perfect it was. If her mom and dad hadn’t met she would’ve never been born and then if her dad hadn’t died she never would’ve tried to ruin Hailey’s reputation and then she never would’ve become friends with A Double and she’d never have the best make out session of her life. Wow

A Double remained silent as Q checked on herself. He slowly brought James Bong down, sitting him carefully by his head. A Double was suddenly made very aware of a simple fact: he was hungry. Even though he’d eaten peanuts all day, and had stuffed almost a whole bag of chips into his mouth… he was real hungry. Honestly, he had a craving. It wasn’t his fault! He’d had it for a while now. He turned his head to look over at Q. “...hey, Q?”

Q turned her head slowly so she was looking over at A Double. ”Yes, A Dub?”

There were a few more seconds of silence.

“Do you wanna get some McDonald’s?”

Q mulled over the question for a moment.

”Yeah, sure.”

CANCELLED.

Location: Her home -> The Party
Interacting with: | Ophelia @Universorum|

---

---

Cassandra Clark was not known for her punctuality. She was an easily distracted creature, and this was known by most of her close friends. Tonight, that distraction was her sewing machine, and an elegant blue dress. She'd been working on this particular piece for weeks now, and was soooo close to finishing it up. Finally, she sewed the last stitch and stood up, stretching her legs and letting the beautiful work flow to the ground. She grinned. It was perfect.

Her perfect world shattered as she saw the time on the clock. "Fuck!" Cassie shouted, running to her closet and snatching a short black dress from off the hanger. She stripped and slipped the dress over her head, undoing her hair and letting the light brown tresses fall in waves down her head. She mussed it up with her hands, giving it less of a messy look and more of a "I just had good sex," vibe. She hastily did her make up, glossing her lips and doing light makeup on her eyes, frantically trying to get out of the house on time. It's not like it mattered. Boys would sleep with her if she showed up in sweats. She was seventeen, hot, and available. How much more could a straight guy want. Girls could take more effort, but she wasn't trying to work for sex tonight. She had been working all day and needed a break. A dick break.

Once her makeup was done she called an Uber and slipped into her black heels, grabbing a crimson clutch to add some color to this incredibly morbid attire. The girls were already together, heading to the party with Hailey, Trixie, Selena and Marshall, and some others if she recalled right. She'd told them her mom was being a huge bitch about her going out and that she'd had to agree to a movie night to get the pass. No need to let them know that if she didn't finish that dress she was going to be broke. In truth, her mom was working a double at the hospital, and wouldn't be home until the early morning. If she had been home, Cassie would have never been allowed out. Her mother heavily disapproved of partying.

As the Uber pulled up Cassie practically leaped in, offering the driver a smile. He grunted in response. She sighed and stared out the window as the Hills began to pass her by. She knew this was a bad idea. Her and the rest of her group had been specifically snubbed. But they were showing up anyways. Figures. One thing she'd always liked about the girls, is that they knew their power, and they threw it around. Cassie's power didn't lie in her family or in herself, like Ophelia, Brynn, Lauren, Marshall or the rest. Hers came from them. She got what she wanted because Ophelia's ghost was constantly staring everyone down, making sure they listened to her. And that was a perk that Cassie didn't mind.

Cassie made sure to steel herself for the party ahead. Leaving behind her home and entering the snake pit that was Beverly Hills always required a moment for Cassie to camouflage herself as the snobby rich girl they all believed her to be. She couldn't get caught in a lie. She'd never survive that getting out. Never.

When she arrived at the party, the driveway and the street in front of it was packed with cars, so many that if there were any neighbors they'd have surely called the cops by now. The music was so loud that she could hear it from inside the Uber, and the smoke from the bonfire poured into the sky. She thanked her driver and stepped out of the car, straightening out her dress and walking up to the front, her heels clacking against the pavement. The front door was unguarded, which Cassie assumed meant that Ophelia and the others had made it in unscathed. Perfect, Cassandra thought as she strutted into the party, looking around at the drunken teenagers, grinding up against each other like they'd been deprived of sex for centuries.

Immediately Cassie spotted Ophelia at a table filled with a plethora of snacks. Relieved, Cassie made a beeline for her friend, tapping her on the shoulder as she reached the bar. "Hey! Sorry I'm late! Now, let's do shots," Cassie said, grinning. She may have been stressed coming into the party, but now that she was here, she was going to have fun. She was young and hot and it was a new year. What more could there be to celebrate?

CANCELLED.

---

---

Collab: Savvy @melissahart
_{Love on the Brain}

---

Quincy was drunk. That much was incredibly clear to everyone at the party. She’d finally taken herself out of the living room and back into the kitchen, where the group of shot doers from before had disappeared, probably out to the bonfire. She did recognize one person however. Those red locks were hard to forget. Texas Q thought as she strutted over to the girl. Well, stumbled was more like it, but Quincy definitely thought she was strutting.

Quincy, a girl on an unknown mission, walked up to where Savannah was talking with some rando and forced her way into the conversation, giving the random student a quizzical look until she walked away. She then turned to Savannah, leaning up against the wall and grinned. ”You are that girl from Texas, right? My mom always told me that people from Texas were very wise,” Quincy said, her words slurring slightly, unbeknownst to Quincy.

Savvy had been talking to one of the girls who recently had started writing for the newspaper, but was interrupted by someone stumbling into the middle of their conversation. She looked at the blonde, curly haired girl that had just busted in out of nowhere, and recognized her from one of her classes. “Yeah, I’m Savannah. Feel free to call me Sav. And that’s a nice thing to say, your mama definitely raised you right.” What was her name… Chrissy? No, that wasn’t it. Kinzie? Didn’t sound right. Suddenly she remembered that it was... “Quincy, is it?” she asked, stirring her drink with the little paper umbrella that had been placed in it.

Quincy grinned and started to chuckle. ”She’s alright I guess. But yes, that’s me! Quincy Hart, at your service? Or are you at mine?” Quincy pondered, chewing on her lip as her brain attempted to peer through the haze of alcohol to the answers she so desperately wanted. ”First off, I need you to know, that I am very drunk. And b, I need your advice, and since you probably know next to nothing about me or my life, and you’re from Texas, I imagine you’re the woman for the job,” Quincy said, grinning.

The redhead couldn’t help but laugh at the inebriated girl in front of her; Quincy was both fearless and quirky and Sav thought it was endearing that she was asking her for advice, even though they were only really acquaintances. Curious as to what it was about and why she was the so-called “woman for the job”, Sav egged her on. “I don’t know how being from Texas is gonna assist you, love, but I’m all ears.”

Quincy grinned, the genuine kind of toothy grin that only alcohol, childhood, and pure elation bring about. ”Well you see, my favorite little Texan, there is a boy. His name is Alan Alexander, but he hates that, so he only goes by A Double. It’s stupid, but it’s cute. Anyways, I would very much like to make out with him. The problem, my dear redhead, is that we are friends. And I watch enough TV to know that friends making out is bad,” Quincy said, vomiting words as fast as her tongue could move. Hey, better than actual vomit.

Sav smirked, understanding now why the blonde had approached her instead of someone she knew. Mentally promising to keep her secret safe, she began to help the girl solve her issue. “Well, it’s not always bad to make out with your friends. If you don’t try, then you’ll always sit around and wonder what it could be.” She was surprised with the words that escaped from her mouth. Savvy didn’t have any sisters, and the closest thing she had was Martha, who didn’t tend to ask for advice often due to her belief in the cards, so she was quite impressed with her own choice of words. Maybe I should follow my own advice sometime she thought to herself, a certain redheaded boy on her mind once again. “Where is this, ‘A Double’ now?”

Quincy nodded at this sage woman’s advice, like an ancient cavewoman listening to the words of a shaman. People from Texas were wise! ”He’s outside, building a sand castle,” Quincy said, grinning, a look in her eyes that screamed, “I am in love”.

“Well then, go find him, plant one on him, and see what happens! Worse comes to worse, if he’s not into it, you can just blame it on the alcohol tomorrow morning.” Savvy laughed, clearly getting the sense of how much this girl liked the boy she was talking about. Cupid must have been floating around, cause Quincy definitely had love on the brain.

Quincy was beaming. This girl was a genius. ”Sav, you are a genius! A love guru! I’m gonna go make out with this boy!” Quincy shouted, spinning around to face the beach that waited out in the back of the house. She began to march towards the back door but quickly backtracked, smiling at Savannah. ”I might not remember this conversation in the morning, but I appreciate it. If you can find me, add me on Snapchat. You’re the best. Quincy out!” With that, Quincy, her mission clear, marched out towards the beach, her cheeks warm with the fire of liquor and love.

CANCELLED.

Location: The Partayyyyyyyy
Interacting with: Nobody in particular

---

---

Quincy was starting to believe that she may be drunk. And she'd only had one drink. Jesus, I am a lightweight, she thought to herself as she meandered through the party, her cup held close to her chest, as if she was afraid someone was going to come and snatch it from her hands. She was drunk, and she was going to continue getting drunk.

Currently Quincy was in the living room, squeezing past groups of people, to get to the kitchen where kids were doing shots of liquor that was far too expensive, and far harder than she was used too. Seemed fun. Q swaggered up to the island where an assortment of kids were gathered, and motioned for the boy holding the bottle of what she could now see was gin, to pour her some. The boy gave her a look, one she had grown used to since leaving the life of a prep behind. "You sure you wanna dance with this shit, burner? Might get you a bit too fucked up?" the boy said, sneering.

Q had grown all too used to patronization. She was a pretty blonde girl, of course boys wanted to act like she was a child. Even A Double, when they had first met, had tried to teach her how to smoke, like she was an idiot. But Q wasn't one for being talked down to. "Literally, get on your knees, pull my pants down, and choke on my dick, I know how to hold my liquor, asshole!" Quincy shouted, snatching the bottle from his hands. The students gathered around grew silent for a second, before that silence turned into raucous laughter, their own drunkenness driving them to hysteria. Quincy grinned and poured herself a shot, which quickly found itself being poured down Quincy's throat, followed by the rest of whatever the hell Henry had given her. Christ that was good

For someone who got so worked up about her drinking ability, Q really was a lightweight. She wasn't sure when she got to the dance floor but she was there now, dancing with so little regard for her own reputation that she would've made any thot jealous. The world seemed to move faster than she was, like she was spinning and dropping and popping out of sync with the world around her. She could hear the crowd cheering as she dropped to the ground, and hopped right back up again, never seeming to lose breath. Finally, after what felt like forever, Q gravitated off to the corner of the living room, where she watched her peers grope each other, and for whatever reason, thought of A Double and his sand castle.

CANCELLED.

Location: The Callaghan Residence -> Selena's House
Interacting with: | Selena | Marshall (Mentioned) @Silent Observer|

---

_{Jamie's Outfit}

---

A party was being thrown. And Jamie Callaghan didn't have an invite. This was, strange, to say the least. Everybody knew that Jamie loved to party. After he'd come out he'd thrown a fucking amazing rager for the school. And this is how he's repaid. He looked in his bedroom mirror and shook his head. He was peeved.

Of course, he could only blame himself for this one. The Elite were throwing the party, and at the moment, he was very publicly a HOT girl lackey. Not that he had much of a choice. Sure he didn't love Hailey, she was a control freak, but he knew that she had the power. And so he followed. Not to mention, if he wanted to take over the paper from Trixie, he'd have to be her friend. So, since junior year had begun, he'd been getting closer and closer to the It Girls. It helped that he was already close with Selena and Marshall, and he and Trixie were on good terms. He'd begun hanging around more and more, and clearly it had showed, because now people were associating him with them. Wild.

But it would all be worth it in the end. If he played his cards right, Trixie would fall from grace quicker than he could say caviar. And he'd step in. He felt a little bad about it. He truly didn't have anything against Trixie. Just, that she was an easy target. Well, the easiest. For now, he'd bide his time, and let Ophelia talk them into the party. It wasn't the end of the world. Plus, Marshall would be there. He didn't mind that at all.

Just as Jamie was finishing putting on his shoes, Katie barged into his room, grinning. "Where are you off to big brother?" she asked, smirking. "Katie, we go to the same school, you know exactly where I'm going," he replied, giving himself a final once over in the mirror. Katie grinned. "From what I heard, you weren't invited. Too deep in all that It Girl drama to make the cut?" Katie teased, following Jamie out of his room and downstairs. "Fuck off Katie!" he shouted, slamming the front door behind him. His parents were gone with the twins for the next few days, at a karate tournament with the twins. He and Katie had both plead the "too much school stuff" card, and had been granted the house. Thank God.

Jamie pulled up to Selena's house fifteen minutes later, the first one to arrive from the looks of it. The Sterling residence was massive, but it hardly awed him. He'd grown up in luxury. It would take a lot to make him gawk. He got out of his car, not even bothering to lock it, and strutted up to the front door. He was one of the few kids in the Hills who drove his own car. Most kids had a driver, but Jamie liked to be behind the wheel, both metaphorically and literally. He took a deep breath. He was nervous, he always was before entering the lions den that was the It Girls. Luckily, Selena wasn't a total raging bitch, and so he felt...somewhat secure around her. Not totally safe, but who was totally safe in high school? He rang the doorbell and a housekeeper let him in, one who he recognized but couldn't remember.

The teenager led himself to Selena's room, having been over more than enough to know the way. Even in a house as big as the Sterlings', Jamie could find his way. A gift, truly. He knocked on her bedroom door lightly before pushing it open. "Knock knock, the second token gay has arrived," Jamie said, smirking.

CANCELLED.

@Mara Here for both the Halsey FC and the Aloy Icon!!!

CANCELLED.

The Mains

Jamie Callaghan

---

---

---

---

"Secrets keep this school running. Without all the gossip and the catfights, I don't think we'd survive."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Jay - Close friends call him this. He only kind of hates it.
• Callaghan - Not so much a nickname, but most of the Jocks, the ones he's not as good of friends with him, refer to him by his last name.

| | A G E | |

17, January 14th

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Homosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Very Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

None, writing for the Orange and Black keeps him too busy.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Prep

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

_{Jamie's Style}

Jamie is the kinda kid who's entire personality shines through in his appearance. His lanky frame, always dressed in well pressed clothes that float the line between casual and formal, gives it away immediately that he's a prep. His shaggy hair, while long, is never unkempt or out of place, at least not in public. His complexion is creamy and clear, his parents have the money for expensive skin care regimes after all, and his eyes are a piercing blue, with a sparkle that suggests everything about him is a perfectly illustrated trap, meant to lure you in, and spit you out again.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Nail biter
• Doodles when he's bored
• Chews on his lip when he's thinking
• Needs music to fall asleep
• Clicks his pens, CONSTANTLY
• Prefers writing on paper to typing

| | D R E A M S | |

Jamie has known what he's wanted to do since he was a little boy. He wants to write, put pen to paper and let the words flow. He doesn't quite know if he'd rather write for a magazine or maybe novels, but he knows he's happiest when he's churning out words, making people think and feel. As long as he can do that, he'll be happy.

| | L I K E S | |

• Reading
• Gossiping
• Boys
• Writing
• A good party
• Video games

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Being controlled
• Being talked down to, or treated like a child
• Running
• High School
• The Social Ladder
• Ketchup
• Horror Movies

| | F E A R S | |

Whenever anyone asks, Jamie always says he's afraid of spiders. Which is true. He's terrified of them. But, anyone who really knows Jamie, or anyone who's been decently blasted with him, knows that his greatest fear is failure. It's what keeps him from asking boys out, from writing more dangerous pieces, and from truly living his life.

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Dr. Henry Callaghan is what you might call, "new money." He's a self made man, a one time orphan, who grew up among the brownstone town houses of Brooklyn during the 2010's. He fought and studied to make a name for himself, and eventually earned himself a scholarship to MIT, his ticket out of his miserable life. At MIT he studied robotics and mechanical engineering, focusing on artificial intelligence. By the time he finally finished obtaining his doctorate in Artificial Intelligence in 2022, he had been offered a job at the Green Company's fledgling company, ASMR. He promptly took the position, moving out to California, where he began working with some of the most advanced professionals in his field, creating things that many people had only ever dreamed of.

Alison Thorne was an up and coming actress when she met Henry. She had just landed a big television role, a GreenWorks production, and was working her last shift at the diner that she'd been working at to make ends meet, when Henry Callaghan walked in and got a table for one. Henry had always been a man of habit, and even with his fancy job, he wanted something simple, scrambled eggs and the kind of cheap steak that only diners serve. They hit it off immediately.

Six months later and Henry was proposing. Another six and they were getting married, on the beach, surrounded by their friends and Alison's family, who'd adopted Henry as one of their own. They enjoyed a blissful few years of marriage, both focusing on their careers. It wasn't until they had become settled down, built a nice family sized house ( A mansion anywhere other than Beverly Hills) that they started having children. Jamie was the first.

From birth Jamie was a clear mix of both his mother and father. He had all the melodrama of Alison, a true diva if ever there was one. He cried when he was put town, pouted when he didn't get his favorite toy. But he was always clearly a smart kid, and his dad always said that his eyes were far too wise for a toddler.

As Jamie grew up and his parents became bigger and bigger in their respective fields, Jamie learned to read and write, his passion to this day. His parents were always supportive, and incredibly proud of him, even as the house grew smaller with the addition of more children. This big family never weighed on Jamie though. In fact, if you ever get past his shell of cynicism and snark, you'll find out that his family means the world to him.

While Jamie was never a huge fan of living life in the spotlight, it had it's perks, especially upon reaching high school. He was instantly popular, seeing as how his parents had worked with many of the other student's parents, or had been in their favorite movie. Now Jamie is firm in one belief; cliques are the dumbest thing in the world as is the entire social hierarchy of high school. That said, he isn't stupid, and he'd rather be cool than a loner, so he keeps his mouth shut and plays the game. He became a writer for the Black and Orange during his freshman year, and was named and Editor for his junior year, under Trixie, which he's not entirely happy about. He heads up the Student Life section of the Black and Orange one of the more popular ones actually. It's really just a glorified gossip column, reporting anonymously on things heard around school. More or less, Jamie is the gossip reporter. Jamie has made sure to code it so that, if you look hard enough, you can find out where the parties for the weekend are. Truly, the only reason it hasn't gotten cut from the paper is because of Trixie. That and because the student body likes it too much.

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Assistant Editor for the school newspaper

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Jamie excels at English
| W O R S T |
Science is where Jamie really struggles, but luckily he has plenty of help at home, when his dad isn't too busy,

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

I like spaghetti

Jamie's Family

Dr. Henry Callaghan - A prominent and well known scientist at ASMR, Dr. Callaghan spends more time than he'd like working, but he always makes time to see his son.

Alison Callaghan - A well known actress who's done many films for GreenWorks, Alison got her start in the hit tv show, Mount Hope a show about a group of patients in a psych ward. Alison played the main character of the show for five years before the show's end, and recently won the Oscar for Best Actress, for her work in a GreenWorks produced film, Liars. Alison has always been close with Jamie, and while her work frequently takes her to remote locations, she's begun to scale back her commitments so that she can commit more time to her family.

Katie Callaghan - Jamie's younger sister, Katie is a sophomore at BHHS, and a pain in Jamie's ass. She's a drama kid, who loves nothing more than to pester her brother. Despite how much the two argue, Jamie loves her, and would do anything for her.

Will and Matthew Callaghan - The Terrible Twosome, the twins are the troublemakers of the Callaghan family. 10 years old and full of energy and pranks, they keep the house lively, that's for sure.

Answers to those Questions

1. The original mean girls were the Unholy Trinity. HOT stands for Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie, the names of the IT Girls.

2. Love. The Candies are all about love. Their leader now is Ophelia.

3. Led by Connor, and made up of an original 5 boys.

FC: Miles Heizer
Color Code: #31ba9f

---

---

Quincy Hart

---

---

---

---

"Fuck you and your Louboutins"

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Quincy - Technically a nickname, no one calls her Jennifer anymore, besides her mom.
• Q - A few people will call her Q, but only a select few. This isn't for just anyone

| | A G E | |

17, February 14th

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single, because boys suck

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Does dealing drugs count?

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Former Prep turned Burner

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

_{Quincy's Style}

No one is going to lie and say that Quincy isn't beautiful. She is. Her skin is crystal clear, and her face is so conventionally attractive that, it's easy to see why she used to be so popular. The blonde hair is a plus as well. Now a days though, she's ditched the heels for combat boots, and the fabricated curls for her natural frizz. She hardly ever wears makeup anymore, and more often than not can be seen dressed up in oversized jackets and beanies, hiding her slender frame from the prying eyes of the school.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Doodles on herself when she's bored
• Hums, often without noticing
• Chews her lip
• Always avoids cracks on the sidewalk
• Twirls her hair around her fingers when she's nervous

| | D R E A M S | |

The only thing Quincy wants to do right now is get the hell out of Beverly Hills. After that it's all up in the air.

| | L I K E S | |

• Weed
• Cake
• Her cat, Napoleon
• Reading
• Painting
• Indie music
• Naps!
• Art Galleries
• Neon Lights
• The beach

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Popular kids and all the cliques
• School in general
• Acid (she had a bad trip)
• Science
• Being woken up
• Being alone
• The cold

| | F E A R S | |

More than anything, Quincy fears death. The realization of her own mortality is one that haunts her.

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Quincy wasn't always who she was today. Once upon a time, she lived with her mother and father, happily. Her mom, Catherine, and her father, Logan, were actors, well known in Hollywood. Quincy was their only daughter, their pride and joy. They doted on her, brought her to red carpet premieres and awards, gave her everything. Catherine taught her how to do makeup and dress well, and Logan listened to her rant about all the boys at school who annoyed her on a daily basis.

That all changed last year. A plane crash killed Logan at the beginning of Quincy's second semester of sophomore year. Then a rather popular student, she stayed out of school for a few weeks but eventually returned, but a bit different. She was shorter with her friends, feistier and meaner. Quincy had never been a mean spirited girl at all, so it came as a shock to many, but they all chocked it up to trauma.

And then, she did something unforgivable. She talked back to an IT Girl. After that, her social life crumbled, but she never even batted an eye. Her boyfriend dumped her, and she found herself hanging around with A Double and the other Burners, smoking weed for the first time, even selling it. She stopped wearing dresses and heels, and started wearing ripped jeans and boots. She was different.

Now a days, she sells weed to other students, and bickers with A Double, steering clear of the life she'd lived before. No boys, no mean girls, and no drama.

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Getting stoned. What it's on campus? That makes it extracurricular right?

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Art, for sure.
| W O R S T |
Pretty much everything else. She's not bad she just doesn't try very hard anymore.

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

I like spaghetti

Quincy's Family

Catherine McPherson - Quincy's mother, and the widow of Logan Hart, Quincy used to be incredibly close with her mother, but ever since her father's death they've drifted apart.

Answers to those Questions

1. The original mean girls were the Unholy Trinity. HOT stands for Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie, the names of the IT Girls.

2. Love. The Candies are all about love. Their leader now is Ophelia.

3. Led by Connor, and made up of an original 5 boys.

FC: Maddie Hasson
Color Code: ff0066

---

---

Cassandra Clark

---

---

---

---

"Sugar, spice, and everything nice!"

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Cassie - Her only real nickname, Cassandra goes by both Cassie and her given name equally.

| | A G E | |

17, Junior

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Bisexual. "I kiss girls, I kiss guys. Why the fuck do you care?"

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

"I don't know if I'd say I'm taken...me and Lia make out from time to time. I don't know, it's complicated, okay?"

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

She sells the clothes she makes online, but nobody knows it's her.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Candy

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

_{Cassie's Style}

Okay, c'mon, what were you expecting? This girls a Candy, of course she's hot. She's slender with a naturally pretty face, one that's framed by chestnut brown, shoulder length hair. Her eyes are bright, intelligent, and constantly taking in every detail, scanning her surroundings. Her lips are full, never seen without some sort of gloss or lipstick, upturned at the corners like she knows a secret that you don't. She walks like sugar, sweet and sultry and seductive, and speaks like spice. She's everything naughty and everything nice, rolled into a 5'5 body. She's Cassandra Clark.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Chews her lip when she's thinking something over, or nervous
• When she's working she always has her hair up. She hates having strands of hair flying around her face.
• Nails cost way too much, so she's resorted to snapping a hairband against her wrist when she's nervous.

| | D R E A M S | |

"Well first, I want to survive high school. But after that, I guess I want to be a designer. I have so many designs, just sitting in a sketchbook at home, and I have plenty of works in progress. After I get off the ground with that, I want to come back and buy my mom everything she needs. I don't want her to ever have to work again once I'm done."

| | L I K E S | |

• Fashion. Duh.
• Sex. Sex is a biiiiiig plus.
• Her mom. She does a lot for Cassie and she appreciates it.
• Her friends
• Hiking
• Animals
• Cocktails

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Snobs
• Fur coats
• People who can't dress like they aren't circus clowns
• Driving. It stresses her out
• Relationships

| | F E A R S | |

"Well, I guess I'd say my most immediate fear is everyone finding out who I really am. That I'm not Debbie Dollar Bills like they all think. Above that, I'm terrified of failing. But who isn't? It sucks."

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

When you live in the Hills, money talks. Which means Cassandra and her mom, are silent. Cassandra's mom, Isabella Clark, was born to Lewis and Marie Clark, two wealthy lawyers in Southern California. This begs the question, how did Isabella and her daughter arrive on the lower middle class end of the wealth scale. Well, that's a story.

Isabella Clark was eighteen when she came home from school and cried into her mother's lap, sobbing, and told her she was pregnant. She'd expected anger and disappointment. She hadn't expected to be thrown out. Isabella was still in high school, pregnant and alone. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, adamant that the child couldn't be his, that Isabella must have cheated on him, and her family had shut her out. Luckily, she was taken in by the family of her best friend, and they helped her graduate high school, and enroll at a community college.

Isabella worked hard to put herself through college and support Cassandra. She worked two jobs, took out student loans, and studied her ass off to earn a nursing degree. Because of this, Cassandra was forced to grow up quick, but she never resented her mother for this. She became responsible at a young age, something that she's thankful for, not angry about.

Isabella worked hard to make sure Cassandra got a good education, and she fought to get a house in the Hills, so that Cassandra could have the best shot. It's a small house, and an expensive one, but it makes do. And thank God for it, because without living in the Hills, Cassie would have never met Ophelia Brycen. Ophelia took Cassie under her wing, protected her, became a mentor to her. Cassie wouldn't be where she was today without her.

In high school, Cassie came to realize, that family mattered. She'd gotten by with minimal intrusion into her family life up into that point, but now, she lied. She told people that her mother was a music producer for a Japanese boy band, and that she was often out of town. She pretended she was rich, and in essence, that's what birthed her love of fashion and design. "I made my own clothes," sounds a lot better than "I bought these from Goodwill."

When Ophelia began her Candystore, Cassie was an obvious addition to the group. Now she's fighting to survive among the escalating politics of the school, an atmosphere ripe for the reveal of secrets, both good and bad.

---

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Cheerleader
• President of the Fashion Club

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Art
| W O R S T |
Biology

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

FC: Willa Holland
Color: #F1CBFF

---

---

Wyatt Durand

---

---

---

---

"What if, we're all just little specks of weed floating around in a giant's bong, and we just don't know it?"

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Dubs - Really only Quincy calls him this, but it's the closest thing he's got to a nickname.

| | A G E | |

17, April 1st

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single as a Pringle

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Wyatt works at Wheels N Deelz, a skate shop in the Hills.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Burner AF

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

To be frank, Wyatt kinda looks like a dweeb. He's impossibly skinny, like a strong wind could blow his ass away. His hair is dark and curly, always a bit of a mess, and his face is soft, child like. Most people gawk in disbelief when he says he's 17, because he easily looks 13. He's normally dressed in thrifted clothes, despite the fact that his family is filthy rich.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Wyatt's really physical, and tends to be very touchy with people that he's close with.
• Wyatt is super hyperactive, so he's constantly fidgeting with something.
• Is constantly eating, but never gaining weight. Probably because he's also constantly moving.

| | D R E A M S | |

"Once I had a dream, that I was the skateboard, and my skateboard was the skater!"

| | L I K E S | |

• Recreational Drugs
• Dogs! Wyatt loves dogs!
• Doritos
• Video Games
• His friends
• Living life
• Skating
• Surfing

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• The Man!
• Snakes and creepy crawly shit
• Sour candy
• Hiking
• Most exercise really
• Reading
• Math

| | F E A R S | |

"Man, I'm terrified of snakes, same goes for like, spiders and bugs and that kinda shit. I'm so not into that shit. They're the worst!"

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Wyatt is what you'd call, the burnt cookie of his batch. He comes from a rather successful family in the Hills. Dr. Elton Durand is a well known plastic surgeon, who's done work on some of the most well known celebrities in Hollywood. His husband, Jason Durand, has made a name for himself as the author of multiple self help books, focused on holistic healing methods. The two met at some gala, years ago, and instantly fell in love. Together, they had three children, all via surrogacy. Alexis, James, and Wyatt.

Alexis, the eldest, is a resident at Beverly Hills General Hospital. An excellent student, Alexis earned a scholarship to Stanford, and made the Dean's List every year. James, the middle child, is the athlete. He was born to be on the field. A football star, he led BHHS's team to two state championships, and got a football scholarship to UCLA. Right now he's one of the most talked about college football players there is.

Wyatt on the other hand, is pretty sure his egg donor was a complete fuck up. He's not the genius that Alexis is, or the athlete like James. He likes to skateboard, but his dads hardly call that a sport. In his parents' eyes, Wyatt is the failure.

His best friend, A Double, doesn't help his case. A Double's the one who got him into weed, and indirectly other drugs, so his dads think he's the devil. Wyatt's just trying to chill out and live life. He doesn't need all the family pressure his dads put on him, so he spends most of his time with A Double. His dads kinda stopped caring, finally, after they realized he wasn't going to get under their thumb. With any luck, Wyatt will figure out something he's passionate about. Just, not right now.

---

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Film Club. Wyatt just likes to watch movies.

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Ceramics. I don't know if you'd call it his best, but it's his only C.
| W O R S T |
Everything. If you couldn't tell, Wyatt isn't very academically inclined.

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

The Durands

Dr. Elton Durand - Wyatt's biological father and a plastic surgeon, they have a pretty poor relationship.

Jason Durand - The author of many self help books and a total hippie, Wyatt gets along better with Jason. He still pushes Wyatt a lot, but he's a lot softer about it.

Alexis Durand - Wyatt's older sister, a resident at the hospital. Wyatt loves her, even if she is kind of pretentious.

James Durand - Wyatt's older brother and his idol, he wishes he could be as cool as James.

FC: Timothee Chalamet (I'm not putting the accent because I'm lazy)
Color Code: 1CA9C9

---

---

Connor Prince

---

---

---

---

"I went to a private school for the children of government officials, and somehow you are still the biggest asshole I've ever met."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Con - For his mom and close friends.

| | A G E | |

16, May 17th

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual (Well, probably)

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Willingly Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

"Ha! No."

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

New Kid/Jock/Elite

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Connor is, for lack of a better word, hot. He’s got a striking jaw line, harder than should be legal, and blue eyes that could cause a swoonfest wherever he goes. His hair, a dirty blonde, is always perfectly messed up, as if he just walked away from the best sex of his life. His body is that of an athlete’s, lithe and strong, toned during the season, and only slightly less so during the off season. His walk shouts confidence, and his crooked smile screams sex. He’ll fit right in at BHHS.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Birthmark on his hand shaped like a tree. Connor likes to trace it when he's bored.
• Chews ice
• Hates when his food touches
• Dogears the pages of his books

| | D R E A M S | |

Connor doesn’t know exactly what he wants, but he knows he wants to do something that will change the world. What exactly that will be, who knows, but Connor’s going places. That much he knows.

| | L I K E S | |

• Cats
• Video games
• Parties
• Walks through the forest
• New York in the fall
• Control
• Confidence
• Expensive clothes
• Making out

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Lizards and snakes and slithery shit
• Broadway musicals
• Authority figures
• Cuddling
• Commitment
• Rom-Coms
• Shakespeare

| | F E A R S | |

The easy answer is snakes. And most other reptiles. If it has scales, chances are Connor hates it. The deeper answer might be something more akin to rejection, and disappointment. His parents weren’t exactly models for parenting courses across the world.

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

If you have eyes and ears, well, chances are you've heard of the Princes. Timothy Prince, and his wife Amelia, are two of the most well known politicians in the country. Timothy had his beginnings as a constitutional lawyer in New York, young and with big dreams. Amelia was an environmental activist, working for The Sierra Club at their New York office. The two met at a gala, held for the volunteers of a senator's campaign, and they immediately hit it off. Both were ambitious and passionate, and wanted to save the world, in their own way.

A multi-year courtship turned into a marriage, a marriage that would take the political world by storm. Timothy gained a seat on the New York state senate, and Amelia made a name for herself among environmentalists as a smart and powerful woman, and soon took over the New York branch of the Sierra Club. The couple soon had their first, and only, son, Connor, their pride and joy. And while they showered Connor with gifts and affection, nothing can prepare a child for life in the limelight, nor the life of being the child of two very important, and very busy people. As hard as Timothy and Amelia tried, they always put their careers before family.

Timothy was tapped when Connor was only four to campaign for the governor seat in New York. The race was highly publicized, and Timothy's charismatic nature brought the family loads of political attention. When Timothy won the seat, no one was surprised. No one was surprised ten years later either, when Timothy ran for an open Senate seat. He was young, but experienced, and his happy little family painted a beautiful picture. It was an easy win.

But this story isn't about Timothy. It's about Connor. Connor was always the model kid. He tried his best in school, and he was smart so he always excelled. He was overflowing with energy, all of which he poured into basketball, his favorite sport. He was popular at school, and he was constantly making friends.

But it wouldn't last. By the time Timothy was sworn in, Connor was fourteen, and sick of living as the first son of New York. Of course, life didn't get any easier when his father became a senator. In fact, life got harder. Connor became a DC Brat, a son of an important government official, an exclusive group of kids, most of whom meet at political galas and events. Connor got into drinking and drugs, stuff harder than normal for someone his age. His parents were furious.

They did everything to keep his partying under control, and then, under wraps, but it didn't stick. Timothy was a promising senator and Amelia had recently landed a job as a lobbyist, and this kind of scandal was a powerful bargaining chip in their world. Stories continued to land on the Prince's door, and Timothy continued to make them disappear. Finally, they sent Connor to rehab upstate, hoping he'd come back cured. He came back alright, but he was nowhere near cured of his addiction. Recently, Timothy was contacted about a possible presidential bid. Nervous about the publicity that will be on Connor, he sent him off to live with his brother, Connor's uncle, in Beverly Hills, hoping that a change of scenery can knock some sense into him.

---

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Basketball

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Chemistry
| W O R S T |
English

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

FC: Brandon Flynn
Color: f6c142

---

---

Becca Helmsley

---

---

---

---

"It takes a bitch to know a bitch."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Becks - Close friends and her family

| | A G E | |

17, January 1st

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

It's Complicated

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Becca? Working? Laughable.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Jock/Elite

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Becca got extremely lucky. Why? Her genes are flawless. Literally, this girl looks amazing. Clear, ivory skin, smoother than should be allowed, kept glowing with expensive skin care routines that her parents pay for. Long, ebony hair that frames her perfect face. She's tall, legs like pins, and playing soccer has kept her toned and in shape. In short, Becca Helmsley is probably prettier than you. And really, there's not much you can do about it. It doesn't help that she know that she's gorgeous and dresses to show it off. Tight fitting pants and barely there shirts, Becca knows how to get all the attention she needs.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Claps her hands together when she has something important to say
• Squints her eyes when she's annoyed
• Taps her fingernails when bored
• Only texts people on Snapchat
• Birthmark on her shoulder, shaped like Australia

| | D R E A M S | |

"I've been told that world domination is a bit dramatic, so I've settled for being president. After I found my own non-profit and work to better the lives of children in third world countries, I'd like to enter politics and eventually the Oval Office. President Rebecca Helmsley has a nice ring to it, right?"

| | L I K E S | |

• Soccer
• Running
• Hikes
• Cats, cause their badass
• Coke, and not the soda
• Sex, because why not

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Hailey Green
• Frozen Yogurt (It's ice cream with more obstacles)
• Snakes
• San Francisco
• Heights
• Death Metal
• Hailey Green

| | F E A R S | |

Becca's greatest fear is definitely heights. When she's on the edge of anything much higher than an easy drop, she gets panicked, freezing up and going into instant fight or flight mode. Try not to be around when she does.

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

So long as you haven't been living under a rock for the past two decades or so, you've most definitely heard of the Helmsleys. Business partners to the Greens, one of the most well known dynasties in the US and easily one of the most powerful, Ryan and Adelaide Helmsley have continued to lead the family to new heights. Them and all eight of their kids. Seriously, they're one broken condom away from a TLC reality show.

Becca Helmsley is the third of the eight children, her twin brother, Bryan, being the fourth. Even though she was only born two minutes before, she loves to act like she has years on him. It drives him nuts. Some might imagine that growing up in such a powerful and important dynasty would be intimidating, but Becca was never daunted by the shadows cast by her family members. Even as a young girl, she was different. A natural born leader, smart and always eager to try new things, she was intrigued by everything around her.

Becca was always a staple at her parents different galas and social events. While some of her siblings dreaded the dress up games that were played and the false niceties that they were forced to exchange, Becca reveled in the games that were played, and she was quite the charmer too. It was these nights that taught Becca everything she'd need at BHHS.

Going into high school, many would have thought that Becca was disadvantaged. As close as the Helmsleys and the Greens were, Becca and Hailey had never gotten along, even as children, and thus it was assumed that Hailey would make Becca's life miserable, just for the sport. Luckily, Becca and Henry, the more agreeable Green, had always been close, and being friends with Henry came with a certain layer of protection. Becca was able to join the soccer team, and made her freshmen year a successful one, joining up with the jocks and mostly keeping out of the way of Hailey's game.

Now days, Becca is seen by many as a queen among jocks. Captain of the girls' varsity soccer team, she's hell bent on two things. Winning a state championship, and making sure Hailey Green leaves this school a nobody.

---

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Soccer - Center

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
English
| W O R S T |
Math

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

FC: Katie McGrath
Color: bd3f6e

---

---

Noah Nichols

---

---

---

---

"You look like you could fly away. I like that."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Freak - Not a term of endearment, the preferred taunt of Noah's tormentors at school
• Da Vinci - On account of Noah's many artistic talents, his friends like to teasingly call him this

| | A G E | |

15, March 23rd

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Good question...

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

He helps out his uncle Oliver sometimes at the local theater, setting up lights, but no actual job.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Sophomore

| | R O L E | |

Loner/Artist/Emo

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Noah's Vibe

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Paints in his head, like all the time
• Doodles on everything. Literally, any surface he can write on
• Gets way too into music
• Birthmark on his chest that looks like a star

| | D R E A M S | |

Noah has one dream. Art. He doesn't care how, doesn't care where, but he knows there is one thing he was meant to do on this planet, and that's create.

| | L I K E S | |

• ART. All kinds, as long as it's creative
• Theater. He can't act for shit, but he loves watching Katie's plays
• Guitar
• Dogs
• Retro music. All Time Low, MCR, Fall Out Boy. Y'know, the classics?
• Girls. He loves girls. So many girls that he likes. Girl lover right here

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Accordion. Ugliest instrument ever.
• Homework. Duh.
• Early mornings
• Rain
• School

| | F E A R S | |

"I have like, the worst stage fright. Crowds freak me out!"

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Before Noah could even walk he was holding a paintbrush, splattering paint all over the walls of his family's home. His mother, Madison Nichols, and his father, Harry, couldn't help but laugh at the time, but his uncle, Oliver, saw exactly what was going on. Noah was born to paint. As a child, Oliver, an actor, took care of Noah when ever his parents weren't around, which was frequently. His mother, a diplomat with the State Department, did her best to keep her work at home, but it wasn't uncommon for her to have to leave for weeks at a time. Harry's job as a lawyer for ASMR kept him busy as well, so Oli stepped in.

Oli hammered Noah with the arts, teaching him how to draw and paint, helping him learn the guitar and piano. The only thing Noah couldn't do, was act. But that didn't interest Noah. And as much as he loved music, art was always where he was drawn. He sketched and sketched, and colored and painted, and remade the world in his sketchbook. He aimed for the sky and reached the stars. His parents supported him every step of the way, and Oli did his best to help him grow, though at some point Noah was forced to begin teaching himself, when he surpassed the minimal knowledge his uncle had.

While Noah was a whiz with a sketchbook, his social skills lacked. He didn't make friends easily, and going into high school, most people thought he was rather weird. For the most part, he kept to himself, aside from Katie, his best (and only) friend. The other's couldn't quite grasp what went on in his head, the myriad of creations he was thinking of night and day. So what, everybody thinks he's a nut. Who cares? The important ones knew what he was. Revolutionary.

---

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• None

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Art
| W O R S T |
English

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Color: 7eff9a
FC: Connor Franta

---

---

Katie Callaghan

---

---

---

---

"Yeah, I love me too."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Jamie's Little Sister
• Not Shauna - Anyone not in drama probably knows her as the other girl in drama, the one who's Not Shauna, hence the name.

| | A G E | |

16, June 2nd

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

None

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Sophomore

| | R O L E | |

Drama Kid

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Katie's Vibe

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Nail biter
• Bites her lip when she's concentrating
• Orders her burgers plain
• Puts way too much creamer in her coffee

| | D R E A M S | |

Katie dreams of being on stage, in the public eye, a star. Anyone who knows her, knows she'll settle for nothing short of the big screen, no matter what it takes to get there.

| | L I K E S | |

• Theater
• Singing
• Ice cream, mint chocolate chip in particular
• Public Speaking
• Shopping
• Annoying Jamie

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Relationships
• Math
• Heights
• Hamlet
• Soda

| | F E A R S | |

"Sharks. Those things are fucking scary. Have you seen Jaws?"

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

"Where do I start? My name is Katie Callaghan, and before I can tell you my story, I need to tell you how I got here.

Jamie's the oldest, if you couldn't tell. That was sarcasm by the way. Jamie reeks of oldest sibling, it's almost embarrassing how much responsibility just rolls off of him. But, we aren't talking about Jamie, are we? I'm the middle child, which comes with it's perks. My parents have their hands full with the other kids, so I'm pretty much allowed to do whatever, which isn't bad. I like the freedom.

Growing up, I guess I was always the drama queen. Mom says I still am, but I beg to differ. I love drama, not the bad kind, I mean the fun, on stage kind. I want to be on screen just like Mom, but that's gonna take a while I think. Mom said once I graduate she'll help me get a role, but until then, I'm stuck at school. Stupid, I know.

So where does this story start? Well I guess it begins after Damian O'Connor's party. I'm helping my brother figure out what happened with Trixie and Owen, and also just trying to survive. I mean, aren't we all? Callaghan out!"

---

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Drama Club
• Softball
• Speech and Debate

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
English
| W O R S T |
Math

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

Color: ba314c
FC: Sabrina Carpenter

CANCELLED.

Quincy Hart

---

---

---

---

"Fuck you and your Louboutins"

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Quincy - Technically a nickname, no one calls her Jennifer anymore, besides her mom.
• Q - A few people will call her Q, but only a select few. This isn't for just anyone

| | A G E | |

17, February 14th

| | G E N D E R | |

Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Single, because boys suck

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

Does dealing drugs count?

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Former Prep turned Burner

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

No one is going to lie and say that Quincy isn't beautiful. She is. Her skin is crystal clear, and her face is so conventionally attractive that, it's easy to see why she used to be so popular. The blonde hair is a plus as well. Now a days though, she's ditched the heels for combat boots, and the fabricated curls for her natural frizz. She hardly ever wears makeup anymore, and more often than not can be seen dressed up in oversized jackets and beanies, hiding her slender frame from the prying eyes of the school.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Doodles on herself when she's bored
• Hums, often without noticing
• Chews her lip
• Always avoids cracks on the sidewalk
• Twirls her hair around her fingers when she's nervous

| | D R E A M S | |

The only thing Quincy wants to do right now is get the hell out of Beverly Hills. After that it's all up in the air.

| | L I K E S | |

• Weed
• Cake
• Her cat, Napoleon
• Reading
• Painting
• Indie music
• Naps!
• Art Galleries
• Neon Lights
• The beach

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Popular kids and all the cliques
• School in general
• Acid (she had a bad trip)
• Science
• Being woken up
• Being alone
• The cold

| | F E A R S | |

More than anything, Quincy fears death. The realization of her own mortality is one that haunts her.

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Quincy wasn't always who she was today. Once upon a time, she lived with her mother and father, happily. Her mom, Catherine, and her father, Logan, were actors, well known in Hollywood. Quincy was their only daughter, their pride and joy. They doted on her, brought her to red carpet premieres and awards, gave her everything. Catherine taught her how to do makeup and dress well, and Logan listened to her rant about all the boys at school who annoyed her on a daily basis.

That all changed last year. A plane crash killed Logan at the beginning of Quincy's second semester of sophomore year. Then a rather popular student, she stayed out of school for a few weeks but eventually returned, but a bit different. She was shorter with her friends, feistier and meaner. Quincy had never been a mean spirited girl at all, so it came as a shock to many, but they all chocked it up to trauma.

And then, she did something unforgivable. She talked back to an IT Girl. After that, her social life crumbled, but she never even batted an eye. Her boyfriend dumped her, and she found herself hanging around with A Double and the other Burners, smoking weed for the first time, even selling it. She stopped wearing dresses and heels, and started wearing ripped jeans and boots. She was different.

Now a days, she sells weed to other students, and bickers with A Double, steering clear of the life she'd lived before. No boys, no mean girls, and no drama.

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Getting stoned. What it's on campus? That makes it extracurricular right?

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Art, for sure.
| W O R S T |
Pretty much everything else. She's not bad she just doesn't try very hard anymore.

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

I like spaghetti

Quincy's Family

Catherine McPherson - Quincy's mother, and the widow of Logan Hart, Quincy used to be incredibly close with her mother, but ever since her father's death they've drifted apart.

Answers to those Questions

1. The original mean girls were the Unholy Trinity. HOT stands for Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie, the names of the IT Girls.

2. Love. The Candies are all about love. Their leader now is Ophelia.

3. Led by Connor, and made up of an original 5 boys.

FC: Maddie Hasson
Color Code: ff0066

CANCELLED.

Alright, here we go :)

Jamie Callaghan

---

---

---

---

"Secrets keep this school running. Without all the gossip and the catfights, I don't think we'd survive."

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

• Jay - Close friends call him this. He only kind of hates it.
• Callaghan - Not so much a nickname, but most of the Jocks, the ones he's not as good of friends with him, refer to him by his last name.

| | A G E | |

17, January 14th

| | G E N D E R | |

Male

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

Homosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

Very Single

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

None, writing for the Orange and Black keeps him too busy.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

Junior

| | R O L E | |

Prep

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

Jamie is the kinda kid who's entire personality shines through in his appearance. His lanky frame, always dressed in well pressed clothes that float the line between casual and formal, gives it away immediately that he's a prep. His shaggy hair, while long, is never unkempt or out of place, at least not in public. His complexion is creamy and clear, his parents have the money for expensive skin care regimes after all, and his eyes are a piercing blue, with a sparkle that suggests everything about him is a perfectly illustrated trap, meant to lure you in, and spit you out again.

---

---

W H O A M I ?

---

| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Nail biter
• Doodles when he's bored
• Chews on his lip when he's thinking
• Needs music to fall asleep
• Clicks his pens, CONSTANTLY
• Prefers writing on paper to typing

| | D R E A M S | |

Jamie has known what he's wanted to do since he was a little boy. He wants to write, put pen to paper and let the words flow. He doesn't quite know if he'd rather write for a magazine or maybe novels, but he knows he's happiest when he's churning out words, making people think and feel. As long as he can do that, he'll be happy.

| | L I K E S | |

• Reading
• Gossiping
• Boys
• Writing
• A good party
• Video games

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Being controlled
• Being talked down to, or treated like a child
• Running
• High School
• The Social Ladder
• Ketchup
• Horror Movies

| | F E A R S | |

Whenever anyone asks, Jamie always says he's afraid of spiders. Which is true. He's terrified of them. But, anyone who really knows Jamie, or anyone who's been decently blasted with him, knows that his greatest fear is failure. It's what keeps him from asking boys out, from writing more dangerous pieces, and from truly living his life.

---

---

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

---

| | H I S T O R Y | |

Dr. Henry Callaghan is what you might call, "new money." He's a self made man, a one time orphan, who grew up among the brownstone town houses of Brooklyn during the 2010's. He fought and studied to make a name for himself, and eventually earned himself a scholarship to MIT, his ticket out of his miserable life. At MIT he studied robotics and mechanical engineering, focusing on artificial intelligence. By the time he finally finished obtaining his doctorate in Artificial Intelligence in 2022, he had been offered a job at the Green Company's fledgling company, ASMR. He promptly took the position, moving out to California, where he began working with some of the most advanced professionals in his field, creating things that many people had only ever dreamed of.

Alison Thorne was an up and coming actress when she met Henry. She had just landed a big television role, a GreenWorks production, and was working her last shift at the diner that she'd been working at to make ends meet, when Henry Callaghan walked in and got a table for one. Henry had always been a man of habit, and even with his fancy job, he wanted something simple, scrambled eggs and the kind of cheap steak that only diners serve. They hit it off immediately.

Six months later and Henry was proposing. Another six and they were getting married, on the beach, surrounded by their friends and Alison's family, who'd adopted Henry as one of their own. They enjoyed a blissful few years of marriage, both focusing on their careers. It wasn't until they had become settled down, built a nice family sized house ( A mansion anywhere other than Beverly Hills) that they started having children. Jamie was the first.

From birth Jamie was a clear mix of both his mother and father. He had all the melodrama of Alison, a true diva if ever there was one. He cried when he was put town, pouted when he didn't get his favorite toy. But he was always clearly a smart kid, and his dad always said that his eyes were far too wise for a toddler.

As Jamie grew up and his parents became bigger and bigger in their respective fields, Jamie learned to read and write, his passion to this day. His parents were always supportive, and incredibly proud of him, even as the house grew smaller with the addition of more children. This big family never weighed on Jamie though. In fact, if you ever get past his shell of cynicism and snark, you'll find out that his family means the world to him.

While Jamie was never a huge fan of living life in the spotlight, it had it's perks, especially upon reaching high school. He was instantly popular, seeing as how his parents had worked with many of the other student's parents, or had been in their favorite movie. Now Jamie is firm in one belief; cliques are the dumbest thing in the world as is the entire social hierarchy of high school. That said, he isn't stupid, and he'd rather be cool than a loner, so he keeps his mouth shut and plays the game. He became a writer for the Black and Orange during his freshman year, and was named and Editor for his junior year, under Trixie, which he's not entirely happy about. He heads up the Student Life section of the Black and Orange one of the more popular ones actually. It's really just a glorified gossip column, reporting anonymously on things heard around school. More or less, Jamie is the gossip reporter. Jamie has made sure to code it so that, if you look hard enough, you can find out where the parties for the weekend are. Truly, the only reason it hasn't gotten cut from the paper is because of Trixie. That and because the student body likes it too much.

---

A C A D E M I C S

---

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Assistant Editor for the school newspaper

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
Jamie excels at English
| W O R S T |
Science is where Jamie really struggles, but luckily he has plenty of help at home, when his dad isn't too busy,

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

I like spaghetti

Jamie's Family

Dr. Henry Callaghan - A prominent and well known scientist at ASMR, Dr. Callaghan spends more time than he'd like working, but he always makes time to see his son.

Alison Callaghan - A well known actress who's done many films for GreenWorks, Alison got her start in the hit tv show, Mount Hope a show about a group of patients in a psych ward. Alison played the main character of the show for five years before the show's end, and recently won the Oscar for Best Actress, for her work in a GreenWorks produced film, Liars. Alison has always been close with Jamie, and while her work frequently takes her to remote locations, she's begun to scale back her commitments so that she can commit more time to her family.

Katie Callaghan - Jamie's younger sister, Katie is a sophomore at BHHS, and a pain in Jamie's ass. She's a drama kid, who loves nothing more than to pester her brother. Despite how much the two argue, Jamie loves her, and would do anything for her.

Will and Matthew Callaghan - The Terrible Twosome, the twins are the troublemakers of the Callaghan family. 10 years old and full of energy and pranks, they keep the house lively, that's for sure.

Answers to those Questions

1. The original mean girls were the Unholy Trinity. HOT stands for Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie, the names of the IT Girls.

2. Love. The Candies are all about love. Their leader now is Ophelia.

3. Led by Connor, and made up of an original 5 boys.