Name: Arthur S. Preece
Age: Sixteen
Status: Student (eleventh grade)/Model
Bio: Born and raised in Bournemouth, England, Arthur and his parents immigrated to North America when he was thirteen years old. Arthur easily fitted into the town's local high school when he attended it. Although teased for having a "fruity" accent he is a top student and one of the most crushed on by the girls. His family fortune came from his grandparent's being business tycoons. He's usually very indifferent to others, and tends to be very aloof, but he notices things that are out of place very quickly. He has a very well reigned temper, although he can often be heard getting into arguments with his best friend, Aaron, over Arthur's modelling. While Aaron finds the modelling too "girly", Arthur enjoys trying on different clothes and being groomed, having done it his whole life. Not to menion his mother pushed him into the job when she saw a photoshoot album one of Arthur's friends at school did of him.
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((hes a model right? and whats the school they attend? What kinda man is he?))

Name: Isabella Storm
Age:16
Status: Student(eleventh grade)
Job: Photographer/waitress
Bio: Isabella was born in Brooklyn New york. She's often known for being rebellious. She's a waitress at one of the high end restaurants in upper new york near the school were the famous Arthur goes to school. Her pictures are in all of the hottest teen mags. Isabella's sweet and funny. She's quite the flirt considering her mother was a stripper. She hid the fact very well. She kept all of her mom's old costumes including a masquerade one. Her boyfriend's abusive.
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Fingers danced over his face, smoothing back loose strands of hair. Long, manicured nailed combed back his dark locks, a sweet smelling gel slicking it to his head. A cheery voice spoke to him from his left. No, wait his right. Now it was directly behind him. She was moving all over the place, making sure his hair was perfectly matted to his scalp.
"... and when I finally got home I found the place completely trashed. Like, can you believe that?"
Arthur raised his eyebrows a fraction of an inch, careful not to move his head and mess up her progress. "That's horrible."
The hairdresser waved her free hand enthusiastically. "I know, right? Like... God, some people are so inconsiderate."
Arthur gazed across at the mirror on the dresser. With his bangs out of his face he looked like some young actor. Then again, wasn't that kind of what a model was? Posing and getting their pictures taken, acting with emotions they didn't really feel. That was a form of acting... Right?
The hairdresser was shooed away by the make-up artist and Arthur allowed his lips to have a light shine applied to them. Power was dabbed onto his cheeks and brow, and he squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath so he didn't inhale any of the tiny particles.
Another, more powerful voice behind him. The director. "Alright, Preece! Get up! The photographer is here! We need this shoot done in two hours or else my ass is going to be handed to me!"
Arthur stood out of the chair and walked over to the white canvas where the first half hour of shots would take. He was wearing a dark dress-shirt and slacks with a nice set of shiny black shoes. An assistant handed him a jacket, and he glanced at the director, gaze questioning.
The director waved his hand. "Sling it over your shoulder."
Arthur did, and he waited as the photographer came into the room.

Isabella walked into the room confidently. Her long hair dark golden blonde was down ans she intended to sweep it up. Her camera bag was on her shoulder. She walked confidently in black jeans, a gray middle section showing top and black heels. The guys were whistling at her. She saw the model and stopped dead in her tracks.Walked over to her and introduce herself. "Hi! I'm gonna be your photographer today. Nice to meet you." She said with a smile on her dark purpley pink lips.

Arthur took the extended hand. Wow, she was gorgeous. His grey eyes trailed down her long hair. Blonde was always his favourite. "Hello. Pleasure you meet you too." He heard his accent in his words, and he mentally frowned at them.
With a shake of his head, he stepped away from the woman and walked over to the white area. He slung the jacket over his shoulder and glanced at the blonde. "Are you ready?"

Isabella smiled. "Darling, I'm always ready." She said with a playful smiled. She took her camera out and started snapping pictures of Arthur. She smiled. "Okay Give me a smile like you wanna kiss me." She said with a smile. Her belly ring was sparkling and the crescent on her stomach was seen. She smiled at the boys and a bunch of them asked for her numbers. She said the same thing to them, "Sorry but i need a man not a boy." She said with a smiled she blew them a kiss.

As the shoot came to an end, Arthur unbuttoned his dress-shirt and threw it onto a stool. He placed his head underneath a tap and began washing it out, trying to force the gel free of his hair. Each strand seemed coated in the thick substance and it was starting to gross him out. He preferred the nice, soft locks of his instead of these ugly oily ones.
That photographer... she was extremely pretty. However, her flirtiness was a bit of a pain. She reminded him of his past girlfriend. Drying off his hair with a towel, Arthur straightened his back, upper torso bare, and walked over to the dresser on the opposite side of the wall. Tomorrow was Monday. He had school then. Arthur's eyes lifted skyward. Had he done his science homework? He couldn't remember...

((Get ready im gonna do something wild. A Kiss that blows her boyfriend's mind away.))

Isabella appeared in the dressing room. "Excuse me Mr. Preece?" She said." I was wondering if i could ask for a favor?" She said with a hopeful look in her eyes. She crossed her fingers behind her back.

Arthur paused in reaching for a shirt. Shyly, he pulled one close to his chest and quickly over his head as Isabella entered. "That really depends on the favour," he replied, turning to face her once he was completely covered. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her innocent smile. "What is it?"

"I was just going to ask if you wanted to go out some time. See My boyfriend's gone so it's one of those precious times when i can go out without being glued to his side." She said and raised her hand instinctively to her cheek. She looked at him and smiled. If anyone else was there they would've sworn there was bruise on her cheek. "Will you please go out with me sometime?" She asked again.

Arthur took a moment to think. Here was a gorgeous girl asking him to go out on a date when she already had a boyfriend. That wasn't very loyal at all. Loyalty was something he wanted to see in a potential girlfriend. Besides, did he honestly want to deal with her boyfriend if he came back and found out Arthur was fooling around with Isabelle behind his back? And when he does come back, will Arthur just be dumped on his ass?
Arthur was leaning towards no a lot. But something in the back of his mind told him to say yes, and reluctantly, he agreed quietly. "Alright... I have something to do tonight, but maybe tomorrow. We have another shoot then, yes?"

Isabella smiled. Yes! I have a reason to go out now. "Yes we have another shoot Mr.Preese." She smiled again and turned just right so her shoulders were bare. There was a massive bruise on her right shoulder. Izzy was starting to change her camera's lens.

"Alright..." Arthur stared at the bruise on her shoulder, but didn't ask. Her personal life was none of his business. Besides, maybe she fell or something? Gathering up his things, Arthur left the studio and climbed into the awaitng limo out front to take him home.

Izzy smiled. "Goodbye Arthur. and have a wonderful night." She said with a smile.

The next day Arthur awoke to the sound of someone rummaging through his closet. He cracked an eye open. His personal maid, Natalia, was standing there grabbing clothes left and right. "What are you doing?" He asked.

The woman turned. She was very tall, almost 5'11" and she wore a long complimenting black dress with a white collar and sleeves. Her hair was blonde and her eyes brown. Although Arthur's age, he never saw her anything more than a sister. Probably because she had been living with him since they were young children. "School. Get up."

Arthur sighed and flopped back onto his bed. Great. He rolled out and onto his feet. After his normal ritual of getting ready he was given a ride to school and he wandered through the thick crowd to his locker to place his bag into the opening.

Isabella sighed. Her boyfriend called and told her he loved her and couldn't wait to get home. She hated it when he said that. She knew he didnt really love her. If he did why hit her? Before he left he punched her really hard for back talking. Izzy sighed and went back to work. She put her hair over the left side of her face to cover a bruise her boyfriend left. She went to table 5 and took their orders.