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It's a Family Business [Mafia/Crime RP]

@spooner you need to stop with this harrassment too 💁🏾‍♀️ 😂

It's a Family Business [Mafia/Crime RP]

@CaptainSully gurl this harassment has to stop

😂😘💓

It's a Family Business [Mafia/Crime RP]

Definitely interested! If possible I'd like to have a Mexican Cartel heiress.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

The time to introduce new characters is approaching! Any person with less than 3 characters is free to submit a new one as long as they're able to handle it! Let me know via Discord if you wish to do so!

PS: 261 posts? You guys are fucking AWESOME.

What Are You Listening To?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

<sub>Thought I found a way
Thought I found a way out
But you never go away
So I guess I gotta stay now.

Walking out of time
Looking for a better place
Something's on my mind
Always in my head space

Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home</sub>

The breath of cool, fresh air was definitely the wake up call Marisol needed right now. Her body was tingling in the aftermath of her almost-kiss with Salem, heart pounding like a hummingbird in her chest. Mar’s head was spinning, full of what-if scenarios that repeated themselves over and over, each one more suggestive than the next. If his phone hadn’t interrupted them, just how far would they have gone? That was a question that would forever remain unanswered.

From her position, Marisol had a clear view of what was going on inside the tents. Her bored green eyes scanned the area, looking around for anything that was remotely interesting to entertain her while keeping an eye out for Salem. There was Oliver and Stella, looking as awkward as could be and getting a chuckle out of Mari. Then there was Kavi risking his life trying to seduce the Devil’s girl, which the brunette could only assume failed when their provocative dancing stopped and April walked away to God knows where. By the drinks table, Aaliyah, Chanel and Jordan were chit-chatting away -a trio with no importance to the young woman, so her attention was quickly diverted elsewhere. Meanwhile, in the middle of the dancefloor, Kavan and Beatrice were looking rather cozy in the middle of a hug, taking the brunette by surprise for the better part of two seconds before getting bored again. Finally, without even meaning to, Marisol caught sight of Sonny, Nadia and Julie in the corner of the room.

The little green-eyed monster inside her chest roared loudly, scratching at its cage and begging to be let out. The muscles in her short body tensed up, small hands balling up into fists, twitching with the desire to smash some pretty faces.

But why?

As far as Mari knew, she and Sonny hadn’t been on speaking terms since their little argument in the cafeteria the day the homecoming pairings were announced. Not so much as a text message was exchanged between the two, and the girl’s free time had been purposely occupied with school, work and spending time with Salem. She’d figured that her absence would make his heart grow fonder, and that Son would eventually come around to realizing he couldn’t be without his best friend. But instead, their time apart seemed to have had the opposite effect. Tonight, surrounded by two sweet, beautiful girls, Sonny looked so damn happy without her… And that shit fucking hurt.

A fresh wave of guilt and sadness washed over Marisol, and the once-furious monster in her chest now whined in pain the corner of its cage. Her green eyes suddenly filled with tears, which she furiously blinked away before they had any chance of ruining her makeup. Nope, there would be no crying tonight: especially not over Sonny Drake.

Drawing out a long breath, Mari took a moment to get ahold of herself and turn her bruised heart into steel again. She looked around for any signs of teachers before pulling out the small bottle of tequila from her bag, unscrewing the lid with shaky fingers and downing what was left in one gulp. Her eyes filled with tears she quickly blinked away once more, this time due to the stinging, burning sensation of the liquor down her throat. It didn’t matter, though. If being sober tonight was going to make her feel this shitty, she was better off getting fucked up instead.

With a deep sigh, Marisol turned around and trudged back into the warmth of the crowded tent, making sure to dispose of the evidence along the way.

what am i doing here

@Pahn I see you girlie 👀 You finally gave in LOL

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Without you, I'm not doing well, it's not going bad either
Whatever happens, I will not call you
I already took off, you will never love me
To not think about you I have to smoke.

"I never pegged you to be one for fruity flavors… Never pegged you neither."

The familiar voice took Santiago by surprise. He would have thought that his face would have been enough to ward anyone and everyone away, but he was clearly mistaken. Frowning, he turned to look at the curly-haired figure of Penelope Richards.

“Hey Penny,” Diablo said simply, offering the girl a closed-lipped smile as he tried to soften up his expression. After all, it wasn’t Penny’s fault that his night was going to shit. “Yeah, I really dig the taste of strawberry. Best fucking flavor in the world.” he added, purposely choosing to ignore her comment about pegging (that was a thought so scary he had no intention of even entertaining). Just then, Santiago realized that the reason he was into that particular berry flavor is because it reminded him of the taste of April’s lip gloss.

Fucking great. Now he couldn’t even smoke her away from his memory. The damn woman was everywhere, and he was sure it was driving him crazy.

"You're a hard man to find Diablo. Wanna have a sit?"

The young man had opened his mouth to respond to Penelope when the most annoying sound in the universe was heard across the parking lot. Eyebrow raised, his eyes fell down on the culprit of the shrill noise: tiny Mara Lubisch, brows narrowed in anger and arms crossed in front of her.

“Hey! Asshole. How about the next time you try to pull that kind of stunt you buy me dinner first? Because that shit was not kosher. I have no idea what was going on in that idiot brain of yours, but not all of us are drug-addled losers who want to flunk out of school, got it?”

Santiago was stunned into silence for a few seconds, a disbelieving look on his handsome face that was eventually replaced by a resigned scoff. How was he the bad guy when the girl had kept him waiting for the better part of fifteen minutes, without a single sign that she would even be attending the event? Hell, she hadn’t even so much as looked his way after the day of the pairings! And now she was making a scene in front of everyone as if she was his girlfriend or something of the sort?! Fuck that. He was fucking done with being blamed for the trials and tribulations of all the women in King’s Academy.

“You know what? Let’s get something straight, Lubisch: if your snarky little ass would have been ready on time, you would have gotten a ride with me and we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Diablo spat, rising to his full height, towering over Mara while his body emitted a wave of frustration. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit right now, so you either get over yourself and we can try to have a good time or get lost. Entendiste?”

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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