* 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ╱ 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑

@chatsworthinfo​

Caroline wasn’t much of a sports person, but she had been paying enough attention to the game to know that they had won, and that it was time to party (though, for Carol, she was always down for a good time). Having been drinking during the game, she was already pretty buzzed as she sipped on the beer in her hands. “Oh! Let’s go on the bumper cars!” she giggled. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

zabrina stood, drink in one hand and her other on her hip - observing the room. as she heard the others words, her dark orbs found caroline & let a laugh escape her lips. “ don’t you think its a bit ... adolescent?” she asked, her head tilting to the side. 

“ candy grams! “  it’s said as loudly as expected, an attention grab obviously, as the male comes into the room. the favours are held up and a grin coats his lips, dosey enough to prove he had already had a little taste of what he was selling. this was an after party, after all, wasn’t it?  his party just started before his arrival.   /  @chatsworthinfo​.

hearing the voice of a very familiar person , zabrina turned around to find rafe.  a small smirk spread across her face as she sauntered over to him. “ so whats on offer? ” she asked, pressing a straw to her lips as her eyes twinkled at the thought of another high.

“at least now we know that we can take on dumb bitches,” she pointed out. sure, maybe they couldn’t pubically go around hitting people in the club when they were being stupid, but at least they knew that they could. weighing out her options as zabrina spoke, “as amazing as that sounds, i think us just getting drunk here before heading out sounds better. sides, they’re all probably disgusting after that fight and the game.” wiping off the glitter and paint they had put on earlier, “what’re we wearing? what’s the vibe we’re going for?” before turning around, “pour me a shot too!”

“ we could always take on dumb bitches , well we could with our words at least ... i didn’t think i was much of a fighter until today. ” she replied with a laugh , as she grabbed the glass from abigail’s side table - she lined them up side by side and poured each of them a drink. “ oh good idea , i don’t think i can face everyone without being at least a little drunk - i just hope this party is livelier than the last one --- feel like im at a nursing home.” she joked, handing abigail a drink. hearing her question, she pulled her lips into a pout that sat at the side of her face. “ im thinking something tight and something red , you know - show my support for school colors and that.”

“cause that was the plan the entire time,” she told zara with an eye roll. “and for the record, i simply followed all of you down from the stands, so..” even if she was one of the girls fighting, the other team had started it.  @zabrinaas​ @petrovfm​ @zarv​

“ well , that girl jumped on wade - did you really think i was just gonna let her beat ten kinds of shite out of him , knowing full well that he couldn’t do anything about it. ” she added on to abby’s argument, as she took a sip from abby’s flask.  @petrovfm​  @zarv​ @abiggilmore​

“well that was stupid,” abigail groaned out loud to zabrina when they finally made it back to their room. as stupid as it was, it all seemed surreal- did they really storm the field and try to fight people? looking like a mess, the girl went straight to her makeup back to grab a makeup wipe so she could redo everything before they went out again. “all i wanted was to somewhat follow a game, get drunk in the stands, maybe get laid before the afterparty, but instead i kicked a guy and almost got jumped.” sitting down at her vanity, she then noted, “i have a bottle of patron under my bed, if you wanna open that up.”

@zabrinaas​​

“ why did we think that we were heavy weight champions? ” she asked , a laugh escaping her lips as she pulled off her hat and coat. she threw herself on her bed and looked up at the ceiling before rolling over to look at abigail. “ theres still enough time to do all of that at the party - well , the getting drunk & laid part of course. ” she added, before dragging herself off the bed again to climb under her friends bed to grab the bottle patron. “ well i for one am getting out of these clothes and getting dressed up , i deserved it after that. ” she replied , pouring a shots worth into a nearby glass.

“in my case, i just am here to be social.” jaemin smiled widely, stretching his arms above his head before going back to his previous position. “did you get those notes i sent you, by the way?” he asked, hands gripping the back of the bench as he leaned back slightly, eyes going back and forth between zabrina and the still empty field. “was sleeping, only saw your text when i woke up at, like, 2am? maybe later.” frowning, the exact time was blurry in his mind but jj knew it was way after the other was asleep.

“ thats a good of an excuse as anything else.... ” she replied , brushing her hands up and down her arms as she looked around for any sign that the match might be starting - but the only thing she could see what the other team warming up across the way. “ yes , i got them - thanks hun. ” she answered him , before giving a wave of her hand. “ oh don’t worry - it’s not that important , yet.” she added with a little laugh.

“i’m getting so fucking bored by how long it takes them.” sofia scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “listen, i’m used to being cold, i lived in new york, but i need entertainment. i don’t even understand anything about soccer, i’m just here for the sweaty boys.” she shrugged lightly as she drunk some of the vodka she had previously put in her water bottle.

“ just sit back , relax & watch their little butts and legs jiggling around in those shorts. ” she replied , as she lifted her coffee cup that was laced with rum to her lips to take a sip. “ that’s enough to entertain you & warm you up at the same time. ”

“ so,  what’s  the  situation ? ”   -      adrian  pulls  one  of  his  trademark  coy  smiles   ;    “ we’re  winning  again  this  time,  right ?    let’s  hope  our  boys  don’t  let  us  down. ”

@chatsworthinfo​

“ of course we’re winning. ” she replied , rubbing her gucci loved hands together in an attempt to warm them up. “ i just hope for their sake they don’t , because the after party will be utter pants if we lose. ”

        distraction    in   the   form   of   a   reasonable   complaint   ,   a   nodding   head   responding   before   honey   hues   could   leave   a   mark   field   .   “    this   whether   is   no   joke   ,    “   it’s   a   soft   chuckle   ,     adjusts   his   own   figure   under   layers   of   clothing   and   an   added   hand   warmer   in   each   pocket   .    what’s   that   saying   ?   you   can   take   the   boy   out   of   california   but   you   can   not   take   the   california   out   of   the   boy   .   no   matter   how   long   sebastian   spends   away   from   the   sunny   state   ,    his   body   refuses   to   let   him   adjust   .     cold   was   an   understatement   ,   but   not   enough   to   shush   a   politeness   that   would   surely   be   the   death   of   him   (    death   by   turning   into   an   icicle   would   be   one   way   to   go   out   )    digits   caving   and   retrieving   the   warmers   ,   “   here   ,   “   he   offers   ,   “   they’ll   warm   you   up   …   a   little   at   least   ,    “      a   smile   given   , “      they’ll   definitely   stop   that   chattering   of   yours  ,   i’m   telling   you   these   have   stop   me   from   freezing   my   ass   off   many   times   ,    “

you would think spending the majority of her life in the uk would make her almost immune to the cold - but she just felt it more. maybe that was to do with the fact that when she wasn’t in school , she was either in spain or in another hot country. if it was any other sport , she wouldn’t bother attending - she’d just show up at the party , fashionably late. but she loved football , she’d been a huge fan since she was a young girl - her father always taking her to liverpool & barcelona games. when he offered her the warmers , she found his eyes and gave him a thankful & genuine smile - “ are you sure ? ” she asked , hesitating to take them at first but finally , she took them into her hand. “ how about , we have one each? ” she offered. 

jaemin had barely sat when he saw zabrina a few rows in front of him, jumping in between people and ignoring the curses at himself. “hey, princess.” smilling, jj sat by her side wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing her temple. “excited for the game?” it was visible the girl was cold, so he took his chatsworth jacket off, placing it on the girl’s shoulders.

“ hi , babes. ” she greeted him , her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his lips pressed to his temple. she gave a nod in response to his question. “ of course i am , i think i get way too invested in this game . ” she replied with a laugh , surprisingly she wasn’t being sarcastic - she loved football. 

“Dammnit, Jackie, I can’t control the weather”, he mocked with a shrug and a half-smirk with his hands in his own jacket. “Why didn’t you bring a decent jacket? Did you actually expect it to be warm in here?”, Asterius questioned her with an arched brow.

zabrina rolled her eyes at the sound of his voice , she was going to ignore him - because she just wasn’t in the mood , but she just couldn’t help herself. “ so umm, this big coat, hat gloves and scarf don’t count as decent, no? ” she asked , shooting him a glare.

despite  the  warm  jacket  that  was  pulled  tightly  around  her  body  ,  the  cool  chill  in  the  air  still  made  shivers  wrack  through  her  body  ,  her  nose  and  cheeks  pink.  “  god  i  know  ,  i  can  barely  feel  my  fingers.  ”  she  said  ,  blowing  warm  air  on  them  in  an  attempt  to  warm  them  up.  “  you  know  what  should  help  ??”  reaching  into  her  bag  ,  maddie  pulled  out  a  travel  sized  bottle  of  fire  ball.  “  want  some  ??”  

“ right ? ” she replied with a little laugh as she jumped up and down. “ like , no amount of layers is enough , apparently. ” zabrina added , as the whistle finally blew for kick off. her eyes widened at the sight of the fireball , her lips pulling into a smirk to go along with it. “ you sneaky devil ... i love it. ”

“sorry babe, the boys are still gettin prepared.” caleb said as he overheared the girl talking to another. “i’m sure that if it will be too cold for you, you’ll find someone to keep you warm. i already know a few who’d be up for the task.” he teased and smirked lightly.

she fixed the bobble beanie hat on her head , before wrapping her arms around her frame to try and retain some heat. seeing caleb in his football shorts really did a number on her , but she tried her best to seem uninterested. “ oh yeah ? ” she asked with a slight smirk. “ don’t keep them to yourself , point them in my direction... ”

⌜CINDY KIMBERLY, CIS-FEMALE, SHE/HER⌟  welcome to chatsworth academy, zabrina lopez. it says here, that you are TWENTY ONE , in THIRD year and that your parents are a  princess of indonesia & the owner of a huge online retail store  ? is it true high school you were voted most likely to HAVE YOUR OWN REALITY SHOW well, that’s interesting.╱  TIGHT SATIN DRESSES THAT ARE TWINNED WITH A BOUJEE FUR COAT, CHAMPAGNE FLUES MARKED WITH VIBRANT RED LIPSTICK &  THE LASTING SCENT OF COCONUT THAT LINGERS FOR HOURS.