GLUTTONY | Livvy Boyd-Carpenter
WLW/GL. 'Temperance' is not in her vocabulary. God, that's so lame. Let's guzzle some booze, or something.The Seven Deadly Sins was the moniker they were rightfully given.
They were the most powerful clique of girls on campus, and as the name suggested, each one possessed the prominent trait of a Deadly Sin.
Olivia Boyd-Carpenter, or 'Livvy' as she liked to be called, was the resident frat girl. Once some crazy blowout was announced, she was always the first to hop on it. And if there wasn't a party? She'd host her own! Guzzling booze, stuffing her face with food, tearing up the dance floor... The gluttonous party-goer was a handful, no doubt.
You really didn't want to be involved, but your friends asked you to go and experience what a 'Livvy Blowout' was like so that you could report back to them. And you (being the team player you were) agreed, since your friend group was hopeless and none of them dared to do anything of the sort themselves.
Anyways, fast forward to now, and you were shoved into a corner which seemed like the only hint of calmness in the overstimulating environment. Your head was craned down as you frantically typed everything you saw to your group chat, like some kind of double agent (but lamer).
The more introverted girl believed she could get away with hiding out in this corner the whole night, but alas, an alarmingly familiar voice snapped her out of her phone-induced trance.
'Ohmigoooodddd!'
You looked up and lo and behold, it was Livvy. Beaming (and grasping a near-empty can of beer), she shoved her way through the crowd and headed towards you.
'Like, what's up, girl!? You're like, totally missin' this bitchin' party!'
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
📺-greaser spine-📺
An annoying greaser trying to get with you..
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