forum Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

Started April 08, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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@Chogiwae, here we go~

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Name: Violeta Ahmeti
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Very dark brown hair, thick, wavy, and cut about an inch below her jawline, which is usually up in simple half-up hairdos (the kind with the bun on the top, or the space buns, or sometimes just the two front pieces tied together at the back). Neat bangs that compliment her face, dark eyes, thick but shortish lashes, tanned skin. Faint acne scars on her lower cheeks near her jawline, slight dimples, a more round-shaped face as opposed to ovular. Curves, more around the hips, a bit overweight and chubby, a mole on the right corner of her jawline. 5’6”ish.
Usual Outfit: A more vintage style. Loves black tank tops, especially spaghetti straps that show off her slightly freckles shoulders. Jeans, occasionally slightly distressed, corduroy cardigan-like sweaters, lots of hand woven bracelets on her wrists.
Personality: Relatively extroverted, quirky and not afraid to flaunt it, will walk with her head held high and do her best to be proud, even when she’s extremely self-conscious. Feels the need to have a social group, depends on friends and hates being alone, surprisingly fierce. Extremely loyal, will defend her friends until the end, generally motivates everyone. It took a long time, but she eventually learned to love her body and not be ashamed. She still has off days where she absolutely hates the way she looks, but she always makes sure to pick herself back up. Ambitious, can be mischievous, very courageous, loosely, sort-of organized.
Flaws: Can be too quick to anger or take offence, can be overly-sly, gets caught up in the thrill of doing something and doesn’t manage to enjoy it properly before it slips away.
Favourite Food/Drink: Watermelon juice
Favourite Animal: Baby African elephants and chimpanzees
Colour: Vintage lilac with hints of maroon
Season: Autumn/Spring
Book: Wuthering Heights, Animal Farm
Movie: To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, Bohemian Rhapsody
Song: Nine In The Afternoon (Panic! at the Disco), Sugar (Poesy), Bird Song, Unchangeable Love (both by Through Juniper Vale)
Other: Left-handed, plays the guitar and ukulele. Parents divorced when she was nine, and the awful fights beforehand were something that she never really got over. Her father, an absolute piece of shit, abused the whole family verbally for most of their lives.. A younger sister named Dana, who’s paralyzed from the waist-down. Loves flowers and painting.

Name: Grayson Jules

Nicknames: Gray, Ray (he doesn’t like that name)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/46/fa/2846fab695cca141894fa48a977fbf68.jpg

Usual Outfit: Anything from hoodies to shirts to jeans etc

Personality: He’s a flirt, a playboy, arrogant, somewhat rude—you name it. Gray will flirt with any that he comes across, and often try to, in simpler words, ‘get in her pants.’ Although he’s a playboy, if he flirts with a girl who’s taken, he’ll make sure to apologize to the girl AND the boy. He doesn’t like to destroy relationships. If the girl flirts back, he’ll most likely tell her boyfriend. Other than that, it’s safe to say Gray doesn’t treat females like he should. He simply thinks of them as mere entertainments, but he’s never physically hurt them or did things without their consent. He’s smart, but he doesn’t like to prove it. He uses his good looks in his advantage. Although he has a rather cheerful personality, somewhat like a cat, Gray sometimes can’t control his temper.

Flaws: Arrogant, prideful.

Favorite Food/Drink: Water

Favorite Animal: meerkat

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Season: Spring

Favorite Book(s): Doesn’t have any. He doesn’t like to read much.

Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s): Action, adventure, horror.

Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s): Doesn’t have a preference.

Other: Gray’s an orphan living with his younger sister. His mother died a few days after giving birth when he was five, leaving him, his father and his baby sister, Aria, behind. Two years later, Gray’s father died in a car crash, leaving him and his sister officially orphans. They used to live with their aunt under negligence until a family friend, Amanda, took charge and adopted them when Gray was twelve.

Flirty. Charming. Graceful. Heartthrob. Witty.

Nightmare. Heartbreaker. Unwanted. Player. Liar.

Those were the words describing Grayson Jules, not that he minded. Though his image was cracked, Gray didn't seem to care. After all, it was pointless to do so. He did what he wanted to do, he said what he wanted to say–it never made a difference.

Women bowed to him. Women ran after him, trying to sink their claws into his skin, trying to get him to settle. And though it was a shameless thing to enjoy, he certainly found pleasure in the attention he received. What good was love when you could indulge in activities like these? Why settle down and pledge yourself to one person when they could very well drive a sword to your heart? Why make yourself so vulnerable?

It wasn't like Gray didn't have any motivation. He had a good one–he had a little sister to take care of. He had to keep his attention on her and on her alone. Hence why he became what he was, molding into different personalities, turning himself into what he deemed fit.

And women absolutely loved it. Absolutely loved and hated him.

He bumped into someone.

All of them except one.

Chocolate brown eyes met strikingly beautiful dark eyes, thick, yet seemingly soft hair framing her equally beautiful face. Gray knew if he could, he'd stare at her forever.

"Well, well, well," his smooth voice erupted from his throat, a smirk making its way to his lips to mask the nervousness he felt in her presence. "If it isn't Violeta. You look rather pretty today."

An icy hand, wrapped around her throat.

Whispers, ricocheting through her head.

Freak. Whale. Prude. Disgusting.

Echoes, mere memories of her high school experience…. but damaging nonetheless. The subtle bump of a balled-up note hitting her shoulder was burned into the forefront of her mind, as was the quiet crinkling of the paper as she unfolded it to read the contents.

Loser. Fat. Hideous. Gross.

Ugly words, all of them, but were they uglier than her? That was the question she used to ask herself every day. They're right, aren't they? It's why I only have one friend. I'm disgusting. I'm overweight. Should I stop eating?

Sometimes, it was the passive aggressive comments that hurt the worst. Some guys chose to flirt with her—but only as a joke. They'd bring her stupid hopes up, and just as she turned away, they would laugh and return to their friends, snickering about how naïve she was, about how easily she'd believed them. The worst of these guys was Grayson Jules. Day after day, he would 'flirt' with her relentlessly, no matter how strongly she objected or how uncomfortable she seemed to be. He wanted to watch her squirm, wanted to watch her suffer. For years, the torment continued….

It had taken time, the promise of the paradise that was college, and one amazing friend to bring her to her senses.

"Violeta, you're beautiful," Arwen used to tell her. "First of all, you're not nearly as overweight as they say you are. But that shouldn't matter. So what, you're a bit chubby? You're not a whale. You're not disgusting. You're Violeta, and you're amazing in every respect. Forget them."

It took years, but now that she had escaped the hellhole, now that she was free (apart from Grayson, who had ended up in the same college as her) she felt infinitely better. She was happy. She wore pretty clothes, laughed, made friends so quickly her head spun. Life was good… for the most part. On bad days such as this, it was all she could do to glue her eyes to the ground, ignore the way her thighs bounced, and do her best to stomach some food before the day was done.

Nearly a month in to her college experience, she was deep in hateful thoughts, wishing the day could just be over. But the universe, which apparently despised her, altered her path until she was crashing straight into none other than Grayson Jules.

"Well, well, well…."

Her stomach twisted.

"If it isn't Violeta. You look rather pretty today."

Violeta set her jaw, lowering her eyes and trying to push past him. "Leave me alone, Grayson."

Gray’s smile didn’t drop, though he did feel a twang of hurt. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it—he did. Every ounce of hate and displeasure. Everyone knew what he was like. Everyone knew his horrid personality, so it wasn’t a surprise.

He just wished she knew he meant every word. He just wished she knew how much he sought her out, how much he wanted to see her eyes light up.

“Someone’s in a tight mood today,” he continued, wanting to hear her voice a little longer. “What’s wrong, Violeta?”

Gray had met Violeta during his freshman year in high school. At that point, he was all but an empty shell of what he used to be. At that point, he had already begun to live a horrid lifestyle. To say that he never lied when he complimented women would be false. He did. Plenty of times before, but never with Violeta. Never with her.

But she wouldn’t know that. Of course she wouldn’t. He was fine with just that.

"Nothing," she answered, forcing the lie out through clenched teeth. Why did he have to torture her like this? Wasn't four years of watching her suffer enough? Or did he have to ruin college for her, too?

Guys like him don't change, Violeta, she told herself. You learned that the hard way, so stop expecting otherwise.

"Leave me alone, Grayson." Once again, she repeated the flimsy command, stepping around her tormenter. "I have a class to get to."

“All right,” Gray responded rather cheerfully, letting the girl walk past him. Her arm brushed against his and it took everything out of him to not grab her arm and pull her to him.

Okay, he admitted it. He was attracted to Violeta. From her cute, chubby cheeks to the way her eyes seemed to twinkle whenever she was happy. Perhaps that’s why he was more adament in flirting, so that he could forget about feelings he couldn’t have.

“Have fun at class, Violeta~” Gray said to her before he, too, began to walk, his feet leading him out of the hall into his culinary class.

Violeta's shoulders sank in relief at the sound of Grayson's receding footsteps. Why he had given up so easily, she had no idea, but she was thankful no matter the reason. The last thing she needed today was more 'flirting' and being made fun of, especially after she'd emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet directly after eating breakfast. Unless she wanted to do the same after lunch, she wasn't planning on eating much today, less out of self-hate and more out of an aversion for throwing up.

Thankful for the distraction of class, she shouldered her bag, letting her feet lead her down the familiar halls.

“Ari, are you doing your homework?” Gray called out from the kitchen, mixing the vegetables he was sautéing. His little sister, Aria, was weak in physics. Unfortunately, so was her older brother. So their caretaker, Amanda, had hired a tutor. Every day, Aria would meet up with her and study. It was working extremely well, because her grades had been rising.

“I’m doing it,” Aria called back in an irritated tone. “I just need a little help, so I’m waiting for V.”

Gray shook his head as he turned the stove off, pouring the vegetables in a bowl. He started to work on the chicken just as the door bell rang. Gray wiped his hands on his apron before he went to open the door.

And was met by a pleasant surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

After a long day of avoiding food and questions about how she was doing, Violeta finally arrived at the house of the younger girl she was tutoring for some extra money. She triple-checked the address on her phone, since this was the first time she was actually going over to her student's house rather than meeting her at the library, and once she was sure she was in the right place, she raised a hand and rang the doorbell.

Smile, Violeta told herself sharply, forcing her lips to curve into a surprisingly convincing imitation of happiness. The door swung open….. and her eyes widened. Where she was expecting to see Aria or her mother, Amanda, was someone far, far worse.

Gray.

"Gray?" she spluttered, too shocked to remember that she always insisted on calling her peer by his full first name. "What–What are you doing here?"

When Aria told him 'V' was a fantastic tutor, he didn't expect 'V' to actually be Violeta. Worse thing was, Aria couldn't stop talking about her. Beautiful, sweet, patient, funny V. Gray didn't know whether that was a bad thing or a good thing.

"What do mean 'what are you doing here?'" Gray quirked an eyebrow, trying to appear nonchalant about her appearance. In reality, he was anything but. Violeta was here, in his house, and she was the one tutoring his little sister. And he was cooking something she was probably going to eat because Amanda was tough and she would have been angry had the tutor left hungry. "I live here."

"Oh!" Aria's voice came from behind him. She poked her head from behind him, a bright smile on her features. "So you already know each other. That's perfect!"

The blood drained from my face.

"You—You live here," I repeated. My mouth had gone dry, my expression twisted into one of horror. "I–I must be at the wrong house. I'm sorry—"

I turned to leave, but it was not to be. No sooner had I uttered those words that my young student's head was squeezing between her brother's side and the doorframe.

"Hi, Ari," I greeted weakly, plastering the smile back onto my face. "Are you ready for your lesson?"

Gray stepped aside, cursing his luck as Aria reached out for her tutor's hand and pulled her inside. His sister was observant, so Gray was sure she caught the awkwardness and the tense atmosphere around them.

One thing he couldn't stop ignoring was the fact that she spoke his name. Not his full name, no. Gray. She called him Gray. Granted, it was the shock that probably got her to say it, but she said it nonetheless. He felt eerily pleased.

"I am," Aria responded to Violeta's question as the girl lead her off into the living room. "I actually started working on my homework, and I've finished most of it. There are a few questions that I didn't get. I haven't started on Biology, though."

Gray shut the door and leaned against it, sighing heavily before he quietly made his way into the kitchen. There was absolutely no way Violeta would eat here. She hated him. She would probably think he poisoned her food. Damn Amanda for not telling him V was actually Violeta.

My heart pounded in my chest as his eyes followed me into the living room, but not out of pleasure. Out of fear, and anxiety, and a horrible mess of emotions I couldn't seem to sort out. Dread pooled in my stomach—what if he tried something? It wouldn't be the first time I'd been misused…

Memories rose to the forefront of my mind. Christopher Baxter, the boy from junior year who used to pretend he was kind, pretend he cared for me. It was only when he and a group of his friends cornered me in the hallway that the realization struck me—–I was naïve, horribly naïve. The bruises on my stomach and thighs didn't heal for weeks, but the betrayal stung much more. To be struck down and hit until black spots speckled my vision was one thing…. to be beaten up while an entire hallway of students laughed at me was another.

I snapped back to the present, making sure my smile was still intact as I seated myself next to Ari. Nothing was going to happen, despite the fact that I was in his house. He wasn't going to corner and taunt me. He probably wanted to see me cry, but he wouldn't do it with his sister here. Breathe…

Gray bit down on his lip as he cut the chicken breast into small, bite-sized pieces, occasionally stirring the sauce on the stove. His mind kept going back to Violeta and the fact that she was in his house. In his living room.

Thank God Amanda wasn’t home. He’d mentioned Violeta to her once, and his foster mother had teased him relentlessly. She was annoying like that.

Gray dared to sneak a glance at Aria and Violeta (mostly at his school mate), noting the way Violeta seemed to be too tense. Even her smile looked fake. Gray had expected that—there was no way she’d be comfortable in a player’s house. Gray looked back on the cutting board, but came back to his senses too late. He hissed as he accidentally cut his finger, the blood oozing out. Fantastic. Amanda would scold him terrible for it.

He shook his head, pressing a tissue to the wound, stirring the sauce with his other hand, before he opened a drawer to find a bandaid, but it was empty. He heaved another sigh.

“Hey, Ari, where did you leave the bandaids?” Gray called out to his sister, pressing the bloody piece of tissue harder on his finger.

“Oh, I forgot to put them back,” Aria’s apologetic reply reached his ears. Gray heard a little shuffling before Aria neared me to hand him the bandaid. “Did you cut your finger again? Mom is going to be upset.”

“Amanda is always upset,” Gray rolled his eyes as Aria took his hand, wiped the flowing blood and bandaged his finger. “Sorry I disturbed you. Go back to studying.”

Violeta's eyes flicked up form the worksheet in front of her at the sound of Grayson's voice. Shivers ran down her spine and along her shoulders, which instinctively tensed, but she blew out a breath of relief at the realization that he was barely paying her any attention.

She was appalled at the twinge of concern that rose when she noticed a spot of red on her classmate's finger—why on earth was she worried about him? This was Grayson, for god's sake, and besides that, it was only a tiny cut. She watched her student hand him a bandaid, remaining silent, but something about their exchange sparked her curiosity.

Aria had called Amanda Reeves, the woman Violeta had assumed was her mother, 'mom', as expected. But Grayson, on the other hand, had just called her by her first name. Furthermore, he had a different last name—Jules. Was he adopted?

It took another ten minutes for Gray to be done with the food. He had boiled rice along with chicken fried rice, spaghetti and baked chicken. Amanda was going to be back in a while, and Gray didn’t want her to be disappointed in what he’d made. She had, after all, hailed from a family of chefs.

Right before Gray poured in the sauce, he paused. Aria liked the sauce in her spaghetti, and so did Amanda. He didn’t know about Violeta.

So finally, gathering his courage and swallowing thickly, Gray looked at his classmate.

“Do you like sauce in your spaghetti, Violeta?” He questioned rather softly. “Or do you prefer ketchup?”

The moment she heard his voice again, Violeta glued her eyes to her lap, where her hands were clenched tightly into fists. Being in a foreign enviroment for the first time was unsettling enough, but being in the same space as Gray—–Grayson—–without other classmates or professors nearby was infinitely worse.

But, strangely, his voice was soft when he spoke. Why was he being so cautious?

"Sauce is fine, thank you," she answered quietly, not wanting to be rude in front of Aria. "But I don't mind ketchup, if that's more convenient for you."