the high-pitched sound of a group of everything fletcher despised seemed to be walking towards him, forcing himself to lift up his heavy head from the table. furrowed brows, a glare overcoming his harsh features, he looked back & forth between aria and her group of children behind. “your — friends ? are fucking weird,” was the first retort he made sure to include while grasping for the tickets from the box beside him. perhaps he’d think of the blonde too being weird, if he hadn’t previously noticed her around cheerleading practice with some of his circle.
coach sure did make it seem as though fletcher was a less-than player recently, showing him consequences left & right for his attitude, etc. but one thing he’d never let happen again is to not let him play in a game. so clearly frustration arose as he responded between somewhat gritted teeth loudly so her friends could hear, “you can tell ‘ nicole ’ that i amplaying tonight. and while we’re playing fucking telephone - ask her to mind her own fucking business, yeah ?”
aria wasn’t exactly amused by the tone fletcher had used. most football players weren’t too nice, but she would’ve thought that, considering this was a group of girls very clearly into him, fletcher would’ve pretended to be at least a little bit more charming. “come on, dude,” aria said, trying to reason with him, her voice a little softer than before. “they’re clearly into you, and came only to see you take off your shirt. can you at least pretend not to be a total ass?”
#c:fletcher #i am really sick so im sorry if my reply is hella short #my brain is congested kmao #lmao*
“You can bet your ass that we’re going to kickass at next week’s game.” Emmory promised as the people stood around him, the cold beer can firmly in his hand as he took another long sip. He always loved this about parties, being he center of attention being the starting QB and Captain always bought the attention and Emmory always soaked it up with everything he had, always showboating, promising that their team would remain undefeated.
Throwing his arm casually around a small blonde next to him, he couldn’t remember the name but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t matter when he told her to leave in the morning. “I’m not saying we’re undefeated because I’m the QB and made Captain this year but-” the laughter following them as he smirked and finished off the beer, nodding at the blonde. “Mind getting me another one, babe?” he drawled out, smirking down at her.
Maybe she smoked too much, maybe she drank too much; maybe a little bit of both, she couldn’t be sure but the moment she felt an arm moving around her, Aria didn’t really do much nothing. If anything, she liked to have some sort of closeness to someone– anyone. Not that she would ever dare to say that aloud, not even admit it to herself, unless in the state she was in. She just looked down and bit her bottom lip. She wasn’t really sure about what had happened last year. She had heard names, Jacob, Jessica and Chris, of course, she was after all a new member of the cheer squad, but as a freshman, she wasn’t really sure how things had worked in the past.
It wasn’t uncommon for Aria to just zone out, specially in places like this, too crowded where the bass of the music was the one and only thing she could focus on. “Wait, what?” She said, when she finally came back to herself. “Uh– A drink? I… have mine.” Aria offered hers after taking one last sip. “I’m too drunk for anything right now anyway.”
still ( and forever ) not on coach’s good side, #7 was spotted outside the main campus building, forced to sell tickets ( forced, as this was usually the job of the cheerleaders or the lower totem-pole players to volunteer ) for an upcoming rivalry game. this time, he wasn’t alone at the table, since coach noticed the free tickets he’d give away to the women he’d try to court or the extra costs he’d add to the price when someone with a designer fit came through.
“tickets,” he’d yell out loudly but lacking any enthusiasm, dreading the time wasted at this spot. fletcher’s eyes were becoming heavy & the comfort of his sweatshirt eventually had his head laying down atop his crossed arms on the table.
aria approached the booth with a group of other girls, who seemed too giddy to even talk, but of course, aria being the bravest one, decided to take one for the team and do it for them. the girls kept pushing her and making jokes, so much that aria had to roll her eyes and that’s what fletcher saw when she got to where he was. “can we have five? also, my friend nicole right there wants to know why you’re not playing tonight?”
#c:fletcher #they can know each other. be total strangers. i don't mind
She couldn’t help but cringe, watching the freshman slam against the cafe doors. “You’d think they’d see the handles The coffee is good, but not that good.” Unfortunately, watching people crash into the too clean doors seemed to be a routine, one she noticed as a freshman. Watching her classic copy of Pride and Prejudice go flying had been enough to leave her cautious to check from there on out. “They really should put out a sign, or consider leaving a few smudges on the glass. At least that way, the bump on your head is well deserved.”
Aria looked up from the book she was reading, then just let out a soft chuckle. She hadn’t even visited the cafe yet, but now she was aware of what not to do, if she didn’t want to have half the school laughing at her for being such a spaz. She was sure it would already happen eventually, but it wouldn’t be for this reason– she was more original than that. “They might be doing it on purpose, I don’t know. Can you imagine being inside the cafe for so long– I’m sure you’d need some sort of entertainment.”
[ hunter schafer, female, 19 ] it looks like ARIA SCHULTZ is late to class once again . how do they expect to get their degree in FINANCE by skipping class ? it’s a wonder that they made it to their FRESHMEN year . then again , i heard that they were + INTELLIGENT which may give them a pass with professors , but they are also - EASILY DISTRACTED so maybe not . all i know is that they remind me of SPRING FAIRS IN SMALL TOWNS, NEON COLORS AND SOFT SPOKEN WORDS AT SUNRISE so watch out . oh look , SHE just walked in !
LET’S TRY TO KEEP THIS SHORT AND NOT CONFUSING.
she was born in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in maine.
she was born angel schultz and had a real happy childhood as a boy, until about the age of eight, where she discovered her interests and personality were somewhere far far away from cars, action figures and shoes at the boys department.
the schultz family didn’t take it well. they were trying to climb up the middle class ladder and of course an effeminate child wouldn’t make things easier in a conservative community. luckily for our child, her grandmother happened to be a little more open about things, and took her in, and taught her everything aria now knows about life.
her grandma is who she took her name after, hers is ariadnne, and aria took a shorter version.
aria started in a new school, a new life under a new name and a new look, and her life continued to be normal somehow, but hormone blockers, and her transition in general alienated her at times, so she focused her energy somewhere else. soon enough she became one of the smartest students in the school, used her time to take extra classes.
she’s a very normal girl. she attended prom, loved the whole idea of falling in love, find a sweetheart and get married. didn’t have much planned with her life, until her grandmother, who had taken care of her for her entire life passed away suddenly. old age, the doctors said. aria lost track of what she wanted then, but life isn’t as tough on good people: around that same week, aria received a letter with an offer for a full ride at Whitton University, and with nothing else to look forward to, she decided to attend.
she’s a cheerleader for whitton’s teams. she’s a little too tall for all the big numbers, but she can toss and tumble like a professional.
everything else in her life is completely open. relationships, connections, friendships, anything, bring it on!!! (discord: dkla#5960 )
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