forum Next Steps [Private RP — Closed]

Started January 16, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(Probably busy… Or sleeping… She is sick, after all…)

(Hopefully sleeping…)

Hi guys I’m sorry I went to sleep early, here now
What should I do with Violeta? Have her finish up class?

Hi guys I’m sorry I went to sleep early, here now
What should I do with Violeta? Have her finish up class?

(It’s okay! How are you feeling now?

Er… I have no idea. ):

I’m a bit better
How are you?

I haven’t posted in a while so I guess I’ll do that.. ?

(I’m good. :D

Yeah, you can do that!)

My hands were slick with clay by the time our professor called to us to clean up— hell, the gray, wet substance had spread almost up to my elbows. Not that I minded, I’d taken off my sweater and covered my undershirt and shorts in a large apron, why should I care if I got dirty? This was art class, for God’s sake, and hand-sculpting clay was fun.

I took a step back to admire my finished project. It was a rough draft of sorts, done quickly before the class was over, but even so, I was proud of it. It was vaguely abstracted, a model meant to loosely resemble a family of three, except made out of slender, curved shapes only vaguely representative of the human body. Our professor came over to look at my work, and when she left, she was smiling, which meant that I was smiling too.

I packed up quickly, scrubbing most of the clay from beneath my fingernails before grabbing my sweater and heading out the door.

Gray’s POV:

“Grayson!” I cracked an eye open, my Chemistry teacher glaring at me. See, I was that type of a student. I wasn’t very much liked. Why? Because I was lazy. I was lazy and I didn’t pay attention in class and I mostly slept, but what bothered the teachers more was that every time they tried to embarrass me, it would be unsuccessful. I didn’t get into this university with a scholarship for no reason, after all. “Since you’re so busy sleeping, answer question number seven.”

I looked at the question. Of course she gave me a long one. Still, I shrugged and answered it, and when I was done, I gave her a wink. Chemistry was, after all, my best subjects despite my never ending hatred for it.

Soon, the bell rang and I walked out of the class. It hadn’t even been half the day and I was already looking forward to going home.

I reached for my earbuds as I stepped outside— yes, I was that kind of girl. Never seen without her music, always quoting song lyrics. What could I say? Music was my favourite part of life.

I took some time to reflect on college so far, since I had some time until my third class. I was definitely enjoying it, despite, err, Gray, as there was a freeing independence that came with. Classes were amazing as well, I hadn’t felt this creative in a while.

Grayson’s POV:

Honestly, I think the universe wants to humiliate me one way or another, because it keeps dragging me towards a certain art-loving girl who, if given a choice, would rather run me over by a car.

Thankfully, though, I managed to sidestep her easily, so we didn’t collide.

“So we meet again, m’lady,” I greeted her with a deep bow, a smile on my features. “It seems the strings of fate keep pulling us together!”

An awfully familiar voice pulled me from my music, and I could feel my peaceful smile instantly vanish the moment I took one of my earbuds out and looked up at who had spoken. Fantastic. Was he purposefully bumping into me thirty times a day? Or was that just the cruelty of the universe? “Great.” My voice was dry, emotionless.

(Oml Gray you’re so annoying 🤣)

Gray’s POV:

“Aw, you look so happy to see me!” I exclaimed, an awed expression on my features. “That makes me feel so loved. You’re so lovely, Violeta~”

Honestly, I didn’t know why I was doing this. I certainly had a death wish, that was painfully obvious. But I really liked getting reactions out of her. It was a terrible thing to do, but it was so much fun!

(Lol)

“Screw you, Gray,” I told him shortly, trying to manoeuvre past him. Just like that, my spectacular mood from the morning’s classes had been completely decimated, as had my self-confidence. Did he really enjoy tormenting me this much?

I didn’t realize when a pin dropped from my bag and fell to the ashphalt, in my haste to get away, I ended up almost tripping on a shoelace too.

Gray’s POV:

I reached out to grab Violeta’s arm when she almost tripped, thinking she was going to fall. When I realized she wasn’t going to fall, I immediately pulled my hand back.

“You should be more careful,” I furrowed my eyebrows. My phone began to ring in my pocket and I fished it out, removing my gaze from Violeta’s.

It was my little sister, Aria. I wasn’t the one who talk about her at all, so hardly anyone knew I had a little sister. I wanted to keep it that way, anyway.

“Hey—what?” I turned away, narrowing my eyes. “Where are you? I’ll come get you right away. Just wait for me, all right, sweetheart? I’ll be right there.”

Aria wasn’t like me. She was soft and sensitive, and easily affected. I tried making sure she didn’t feel the absence of her parents but whatever I did, I didn’t think there was any day she didn’t miss the mother she didn’t get to meet and the father she didn’t get to grow up with.

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket, knowing I would have to skip college. It didn’t matter, anyway. Knowing Aria was all right was my top priority.

I bent down to retrieve my pin, straightening my back. There was a furrow between my brows— Gray sounded… genuinely concerned for the person on the phone? I put aside my dislike for him, telling myself to be civil. “What’s wrong?”

Gray’s POV:

Violeta’s voice brought me out of my worry.

“Huh?” I looked at her genuinely concerned expression and almost wanted to laugh. Did this girl have a mood swing disorder? One second she looked like she would skin me alive and the next, she showed concern?

“Nothing’s wrong,” I muttered, trying to keep the harshness out of my voice. “Anyway, I need to leave. Cover for me, yeah?”

I didn’t know why I said that to her, but I turned around to walk away without hearing her reply.

I clenched my teeth as soon as he’d left. Well, I’m sorry for trying to show basic human compassion, unlike you. I’d seen him almost laugh at me. Whoever had been on the phone… I brushed the thought away.

Gray’s POV:

I held my twelve-year-old sister tightly, running my fingers through her hair as she cried.

I was old enough when my parents died—I remembered a little about my mother and more than enough about my father. Aria, on the other hand, was a baby when we became orphaned. This caused her to become a target for bullying amongst children.

This was one of the reasons I hated bullying. Because my baby sister was a target. My aunt and uncle—the ones who took us in—did nothing to stop the harshness Aria had to face at an early age. They thought they were keeping us fed and warm and so they didn’t need to do anything. Aria would often sleep with me at night because she was afraid of the dark. She still did, even at this age.

That’s why the second I turned eighteen, I moved out with Aria. The money I had collected from doing odd jobs earned us a rather nice apartment, although it was small.

Honestly, I didn’t have a sad background. There was no such cheating or being betrayed by the one I loved that made me turn into a player. I didn’t call myself unfortunate just because I grew up with no love. I had a little sister to take care of and falling in love was not an option. The more I played around, the less people would consider being with me, and the more I’d be able to put my entire attention on Aria.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you some ice cream, yeah?” I murmured, softly patting her on the head.

The last thing that crossed my mind was the concerned expression of Violeta before I immediately erased it from my mind. People only pretended to show concern. It wasn’t real. And I knew the harsh reality—the second everyone at college knew what type of environment I grew up in, what social class I belonged to, none of them would even utter a single word to me.

And it was utterly amusing.

(Aw ):

The whole day, Gray refused to leave my mind. He’d sounded so worried on the phone…. for a moment, I’d seen his whole playful demeanour melt away. Sweetheart… His girlfriend? No, it hadn’t sounded like he’d been talking to someone the same age as him. A kid, maybe? What had happened?

I sighed as I unlocked the door of my dorm room, flipping down onto my bed. My roommate, a redhead named Lillian, glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Boy troubles?”
“Not really… well, sort of. Not like you’re thinking.”
She hummed, unconvinced. “Whatever you say… Listen, I know we haven’t talked much over the last week, and I just wanted to apologize for not making a big enough effort.”

I blinked, surprised. “Oh, don’t worry about it, that’s sort of my fault. Truce?”

She smiled. “Truce. There’s a party tonight, it should be pretty chill, no drugs or anything. Want to come? Bring a couple friends, I’ll give you the address.”

Strangely, my mind went to Gray before it went to Eden, Sterling, or the group from my classes that I’d begun to hang out with. “That.. sounds really nice, actually. Thank you.”

Gray’s POV:

Aria had fallen asleep, so that was good. I was glad she called me this time, and I wasn’t relieved she wasn’t hurt.

I walked out of the room to make myself some instant noodles. At first, I used to hate them but after constantly eating them, I got used to them. Now I liked them.

I made some for Aria in case she woke up quickly and decided she was hungry, too.

Eden’s POV:

“I didn’t see Violeta today,” I murmured to Sterling once school was over. “Other than that, I’d say school was incredibly boring.”

I decided to omit the part about Grayson’s absence. It was really the first time he skipped class. Usually he just slept or paid no attention, but I wasn’t really curious. It didn’t matter to me—I was just satisfied at having the table all to myself, considering the fact that we were seatmates in one of our classes.

After Lillian was gone, I took out my phone, thumb lingering over Eden’s contact. The three of us had exchanged numbers at some point last week, so I decided to text her instead of Sterling, as a way to tell her that I did want to be her friend.

VIOLETA: Hey, there’s a party over at [insert address] tonight, it’s supposed to be chill. My roommate asked me to bring some friends, are you and Sterling interested?