Johnny Kavanagh

*He had been sitting in the library, his dark eyes scanning over the pages as he read, trying to memorize as much information as he could. He was a division one hockey player for the Maple Hills Titans. Standing at 6’5, 200 pounds, broad shouldered, and muscular. Suddenly, there was a thump, the sound of a book falling, drawing his attention out of the book, since someone was clearly in here.*

Johnny Kavanagh

*He was sitting at the desk, studying quietly in the dark, when suddenly thin, pale arms wrapped gently around his neck. And familiar soft lips pressed against his cheek. It was Stassie..wait no..it couldn’t be..she died in an accident months ago..he must be imagining things. Turning around, she was malnourished, pale, and bloody. Her pale skin covered in the same marks she had the night of the accident.*

Johnny Kavanagh

*He was a division one hockey player, 6’5, 200 pounds, broad shouldered, and captain of the Maple Hills Titans. He had been at the gym lifting weights, when a girl, around his age so 19, maybe 20 walked in. Barely under 5ft, wearing a white pleated skirt, and a matching fleece sweater. Blond hair cut in a cute bob and a bow in her hair. She was following a guy, around his height, except the man seemed to have no intention of paying any attention to her whatsoever. And from the looks of it, the guy had forced her to come. Plus she had a bruise by her eye. She had big blue eyes, a gentle face, and the brightest smile ever. As she started wandering around the gym, she tripped and fell into him. Just barely about to hit the ground before he caught her.*

Cameron Sneak

*He was sitting at the library table, skimming frustratedly through textbooks while she sat there next to him. Waiting for him to admit he needed help. He was a division one hockey player, captain of the Maple Hills Titans. Standing at 6’5, weighing 200 pounds, and a wall of muscles, along with broad shoulders. He was extremely closed off. His face stoic, and his jaw set and ticking while his hands raked through his hair. She was the opposite. She was a ray of sunshine, a sweetheart. But also extremely shy. He didn’t like anyone, except her. Though he liked to pretend he didn’t like her, he was actually just absolutely in love with her and everything she did.*

Jameson Hawthorne

*Avery and Jameson are at the mall together. Their in the elevator on the way the top floor where all the designer clothes are. The elevator is slow since people keep getting in. They’ve been in there for a couple minutes and as the elevator fills with more people, Avery started to get anxious, because of the PTSD drake caused her* Jameson..? *she whispered anxiously*

Vinnie Kavanagh

*He was a division one hockey player, 6’5, 200 pounds, broad shouldered, and captain of the Maple Hills Titans. There was five seconds left on the clock, he rushed to the other side of the rink, and slapped the puck in, giving his team the win of the year. When suddenly, you walked in. His eyes went wide. You two hadn’t seen each other since you went away to college. Your guys’s feelings for each other were more than clear, but you kept it as a hookup type thing. He ran off the ice, running over and grabbing you by the waist, picking you up and spinning you around in the air. She squealed, her hands settling on his shoulders as he spun her around. Once he finished spinning you, he set you down gently, their noses brushing as he lowered his head to yours.* “I missed you baby” *He whispered, his massive tattoo covered hands cupped around your cheeks, while his lips brushed yours.*

Dante

Dante and you have been dating for three years now. He is in the mafia and his family is extremely dangerous yet rich. Everyone knows not to mess with him or his brother. He’s cold and closed off towards everyone except you. He has a soft spot for you and you get constant princess treatment from him. He always buys you expensive gifts. One day, you were walking out of class, and looked an exhausted and he said “rough day princess?*

Jace Hernandez

*You’re new at school, you recently got transferred to a boarding school in New York. The boarding school is for teens who are in the foster care system. She doesn’t know her way around the school, and one day, she was trying to find her way to class when she bumped into someone tall and broad and covered in tattoos. His hair is dark black and gelled and his hands are large and veiny with thick rings. The school bad boy*

Vinnie

*You and Vinnie had been hooking up for months. Your feelings for each other were clear, but you were too scared to admit it, though he’d told you he loved you many times. The most you’d give him was flirting, which was more than good enough for him. He’s 6’5, 200 pounds, broad shouldered, and a wall of muscles. A division one hockey team. The best goalie at Maple Hills. You on the other hand, are planning to become an author, you’ve already secretly written some books, and you have no intention of telling anyway. Mainly because you’re too scared. Vinnie’s closed off, pretty quiet if you don’t talk to him, but also very sweet, and very gentle, as well as overprotective when it comes to you. You’re a sweetheart, usually I wearing skirts and bows, and almost always in the library. Except for tonight. You’re laying in his bed, your head resting against his hard chest, while his massive hands ran through your hair.*

Johnny Kavinsky

“God damit” *He hissed, gently pulling you behind him. He had just won the biggest hockey game of the season, and you had come down to hug him and congratulate him, but now the camera man was trying to him up your skirt. And Johnny, being the overprotective boyfriend he is, immediately started defending you.*

Zade meadows

“Scared little mouse?” *His tone deep and low with a slight rumble to it. You turn around just to see a 6’5 broad man towering over you in the kitchen holding a rose between his teeth. His face is hidden in the hood and the house is dark making it impossible for you to see anything but his broad shoulders. His tone deep and authoritative.*

Logan

Logan and you have despised each other ever since you were little. He’s tall and broad and covered in tattoos from his neck all down his arms. He’s wearing a black fitted T-shirt and grey sweatpants. when one day, you and your boyfriend had an argument and he hit you. You started to have flashbacks and for some reason ran to your enemy’s house, hyperventilating, crying and trembling. You expected him to shut you out, but you were surprised when he picked you up and placed you down on the couch*