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❝All the ladies love me..I can’t help it❞

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● Travis Lee Johnson

☪Nicknames:☪ Trav, Johnson, Johnny

⚇Age: 18

⚔Date of Birth⚔
⤷September 10
⤷Wednesday Morning
⤷ 11:00
⤷ Windy Day

Zodiac Sign: Virgo
✻Birthstone ✻ Sapphire
❃Birth flower ❃ Morning Glory

● Favorite Color: Navy Blue


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►<A P P E A R A N C E ◄

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”The Ocean is my escape.”




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☞Hair: Golden brown, curly
☞Eyes: Brown
☞Height: 5'11
☞Weight: 185
☞Accent: Typical American
☞Scent: Calvin Klein’s Reveal

☞Distinguished Markings:
Three long scars on his back from the accident he was in as a kid

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-Vain
-silly
-smart
-Inconsiderate
-oblivious
-Flirtatious
-friendly
-outgoing
-Protective
-Smart Alec
-Funny

Travis is a very interesting character. He enjoys making people laugh and being silly, but he really just worries about himself most of the time. He uses his jokes and sarcasm as a cover up, so he doesn't have to express his feelings at all. He would rather be super funny then super emotional. He doesn't want people to get under his skin. He doesn't want to get close to people because that's ridiculous. People are ridiculous to him. But once you get under his skin, he becomes super protective over you and very gentle. He really is a good guy, once you get to know him.
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He was six and driving home with his dad one day and they got hit by a drunk driver, his father instantly killed and Travis was in the ICU for four months, he almost died and he's very scarred still has nightmares about the accident and is somehow convince it was his fault. His mom remarried when he was thirteen to an absolute jerk so he keeps his home life to himself.
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● Secrets:
-His past
-The scars


● Pet Peeve(s):
-People whining about their home life
-people popping their knuckles
-People slurping their drinks

Likes:
✓surfing
✓his mom
✓winning
✓His friends


Dislikes
✕losing
X His father
✕his past
✕school
X feeling like his step-father

Strengths
- Strong
- Speed
- Hand to hand combat
- Brushing things off


☛Weaknesses
- His Mom
- His past
- Girls
- He's oblivious to how others feel
- Can't resist a good party

Family:


Dad: Eli Johnson *dead*

Mom: Annalee Spencer

Step dad: Xander Spencer

Step sister: Brielle spencer

"bleh bleh bleh bleh. I would rather be surfing then with you sweetheart.”

other None

Name: Tessa Sophia Powers
Nicknames: Tess, T, Tessie (although she hates that one)

Age: 18
Date of Birth: 13th November

Appearance:


Tessa needs glasses but she only ever wears them when she's at home. The rest of the time, she endures contacts which she hates.
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Height: 5'7
Weight: 122 lbs
Hair: Long, straight, light brown
Eyes: Warm, dark brown
Accent: Typical Californian
Scent: Vanilla

Personality:
~ Intelligent
~ Smart
~ Outgoing
~ Over achieving
~ Determined
~ Motivated
~ Arrogant
~ Creative
~ Confident
~ Extrovert

While Tessa is an overachieving and confident extrovert, she tends to keep pretty closed off. No one really gets close to her despite the amount of friends that she has. She doesn't allow people to see who she really is, the worried, insecure girl who will do anything to make herself feel adequate. Getting close to someone isn't something she's really done, being too busy with getting ahead to do so but it turns her more proper behaviour into a comfortably, flirting affection.

History:
With two neurosurgeons for parents, Tessa grew up with absentee parents and babysitters. But despite this, they still managed to constantly push her to do more, to be better and be more than she was able to be. The pressure, stress and fear of failure led her to buy a tub of pills when she was sixteen and she began using Adderall too try and keep up with everything that she was supposed to be doing.

Secrets:
~ The medication she shouldn't be taking
~ Her parents attitudes

Pet Peeves:
~ People not bothering
~ Complaining about pressure
~ People not caring about failure

Likes:
~ Winning
~ Getting attention
~ Praise
~ School
~ Piano

Dislikes:
~ More pressure
~ Responsibility
~ Parents pressure
~ Hospitals

Strengths:
~ Intelligent
~ Determined
~ Fit

Weaknesses:
~ Having meaningful relationships
~ Being told she can't do something - She needs to try
~ Honest flirting - Doesn't know how she's supposed to respond
~ Has become dependent on her pills

Family:
Mother: Elaine Powers
Father: Ethan Powers

If there was one thing that Tessa had told herself that she would never do, it was let a teacher rope her into tutoring someone. If someone wanted to do the work then they would just buck up and do it. Having someone help them out just seemed pointless to her. If you wanted to, you could do it and if you could then there was no problem. Having to be tutored was like giving up and she despised that. Even if you didn't think you could do it, you should try and be the best anyway, that was what she thought.

And yet despite all of that, she was piling her books and folder of notes into her calf brown leather satchel. Her English teacher had managed to guilt her into taking on a student considering the letter 'A' was the only letter in her academic vocabulary. A few carefully constructed sentences concerning her college places and future prospects and Tessa was reluctantly agreeing, feeling guilty that she hadn't thought about adding in tutoring to any of her achievements.

So she adjusted her bag on her shoulder, forced her lips into a convincing smile and headed towards the empty classroom she was told to use. There wasn't much that she knew about the guy she was to be tutoring. His name was Travis Johnson and he needed help with English, Mrs Abbott had given her a study plan to keep up with and it mostly consisted of Shakespeare but apart from that, she didn't know who he was. They just didn't run in the same circles obviously.

Checking her watch, she smoothed her hands over her navy skirt that fell just above her knee and adjusted the rolled up sleeves of her off white shirt. There was a couple of minutes till he was supposed to arrive so she busied herself with organising all of her things on her desk and rearranging a couple of desks so they were pushed up next to each other. Her mind was racing, wondering about what he was going to be like and mentally running through all of the material that she had prepared for their session.

Dropping her eyes to the rose gold watch, she rummaged through her carefully organised bag to pull out the white bottle. With her eyes securely on the door and her body tense, she shook out a pill, tossed it in her mouth and tilted her head back as she swallowed. Tucking the bottle back in the bottom of her bag, she sat down in her seat and straightened her skirt once more once she crossed her legs, her foot bouncing as she brushed a piece of hair back out of her face.

Now she just had to get this tutoring session over with.

((Is that alright? Sorry it took so long...))

"You have got to be kidding me." Travis said, staring at Coach Harrison in disbelief. "Travis you need a tutor or else you will not be allowed to play this year." Coach said, his old eyes following Travis' frustrated movements. This was ridiculous. He shoved a hand through his floppy brown curls, letting out a frustrated groan. "Fine. Fine. What do you want me to do?" He asked, running a hand down his face tiredly. "Well....Mrs. Abbott has arranged for you to have a tutor. You meet after practice so don't skip showering." Great. Great. Travis groaned, feeling completely trapped. Go to tutoring or fail English and not play football. Both seemed like equally crappy options. "Isn't there something else?" Travis asked, watching as coach stood to leave. "No. You have two weeks to get it up or you're off."

So that's what brought Travis Johnson to room 302 at 6:00. Instead of surfing like he had originally planned he was stuck spending what felt like hours with some nerdy girl he had never heard of. Tessa powers? Who on earth was that? Her name reminded him of the Disney movie sky high that he watched as a kid. The principals name was Mrs. Powers. Having her name associated with a made up principal character made her seem even more nerdy to him. This was awful. He could be hanging out with Zoe, the girl that he was sorta dating. They hadn't made it official yet, but....they were pretty much together.

He tugged open his locker, grabbing his back pack and the book that they were reading in English. It was supposed to be nearly half way done but it was obvious Travis hadn't even looked at it. Reading just was not his thing. He didn't do books, grammar, writing or anything like that. It just was not happening with him. The locker door was shut with a slam as his phone buzzed and he quickly opened the text, grateful for the excuse to be late. It was Ellie, asking if he was going to be there to take her out for smoothies like he promised. She was not going to like this. He called her, sighing as he leaned against the locker. She didn't answer, so he left a quick message.

"Hey Ellie, can't come I have to go to this dumb tutoring thing or I can't play this season. I'll take you out Saturday or something. Bye." He turned off the phone quickly, letting out a frustrated groan before heading to the dreaded room 302. It was 6:05, he was late, on purpose. The later he was the less time he had to spend with Mrs. powers. He finally arrived to the classroom, tugging the door open quickly, not even looking at the Tessa chick. Was it Tessa? Or maybe it was Jess? Something?

He dropped his bag down on the empty seat next to him, plopping down the seat with an attitude that would have told even a blind person that he did not want to be there. "Alright Powers. Let's get this over with." He said simply, still not looking at her. Instead he was sitting on Twitter, deciding that she could talk, but he wouldn't listen. As long as he was here he wouldn't get kicked off the team. Not yet at least.

As soon as Tessa heard the door handle move, she glanced down at her watch and frowned. Five minutes late. She was definitely regretting taking him on. It wasn't as though she was doing it for her, this was all for him and he didn't even have the decency to come on time. The audacity. But then again, Tessa didn't really care about him at all and it was just a ploy her teacher had pulled, telling her that everyone else she was competing with would have tutoring experience.

On top of that, he didn't even look at her as he walked in and sat down in a chair. She took the moment to run her eyes over him, allowing herself the brief time to assess this guy she was supposed to be teaching. He looked like a typical jock who spent more time in the water than he did actually caring about his future. He was definitely hot but that didn't matter. What matter was the obvious amount of disrespect he had for her.

"Well firstly, it's Tessa, not Powers. My parents gave me a first name so use it. Secondly, if you're going to come in here and not even look at me, we're going to have a problem because if I say two bad words to Mrs Abbott about you, you'll have no help. I don't have to be here but you clearly do, so stop acting like a temperamental five year old," Tessa almost snapped, her voice bordering on annoyance but managing to stop at a sassy sternness.

She couldn't believe the cheek of this boy. He probably relied on looks and charm to get him through because he didn't seem to care about school. Even if you didn't like a subject, if you cared about school you tried. But she couldn't stand people who didn't try. The thought of it was appalling to her. Though that could have just been because she ended up being at least decent at everything that she tried.

Crossing her arms under her chest, she continued to bounce her foot underneath the table, impatience setting in as she began to readjust her ideas. Already she could tell that he wasn't going to respond to sitting in a classroom reading notes and doing questions. He would respond to a more...physical style of teaching.

Travis stated at her in surprise as she snapped at him, her voice loud and full of what felt like annoyance. She was definitely not what he expected. Not at all. Walking into that meeting he had thought she would be shy, quiet and a bit of a pushover. After her blow up however, Travis concluded that she was not a pushover. Instead she was probably single and so she took it out on Travis, someone who obviously had no trouble getting a girl. She almost had some sympathy from him, but that would require him caring and he clearly didn't. He was quiet for a minute before responding to her blow up. "Yeah no I'm going to stick with Powers." He said simply, smirking a little. She wouldn't like that one bit but he didn't particularly care. "I call everyone by their last name ma'am, so you'll have to get used to it."

Travis was definitely not the type of person she was used to dealing with. He was arrogant, rude, stubborn and flirtatious. But he could be tender gentle and protective but no one would ever know that. He had learned from a very young age that walls kept you from being hurt. That they kept you from being used and disregarded as trash that no one cared about. Walls were safety. Walls were all he had. After a moment he responded to the last half of her statement. "Well princess. I think the only one here that's acting like a five year old is you. I mean throwing around false accusations and threatening me? How cold!" There was a teasing element to his voice, something that she would see if she listened for it. He was mostly just kidding. Mostly.

"Alright Princess no need to go tattle tale." Princess powers seemed like the perfect nickname for her. She acted all high and mighty and she didn't seem to have any respect for him which was really quite frustrating. Just because he didn't do his homework for English it doesn't mean that he doesn't care about school because he does. He really does but he just doesn't care to do it. He passes every test in all of his other classes so therefore he passes all the classes. Just English requires a little more studying and effort and Travis couldn't be bothered when it comes to that.

He ran his fingers through his floppy brown blonde curls, bouncing his foot up and down underneath the table, his fingers tapping out the rhythm to some song that came on during weights that day. There was one girl in the class and somehow she convinced the teacher to let her play her music so he always listened to Ed Sheeran and Jack Johnson stuff in that class. He would never admit it, but he did kind of enjoy it. "So are you gonna tutor me or what?"

Tessa rolled her eyes at him when he insisted on calling her by her last name. He didn’t care that he did it with everyone, she just felt like it was utterly disrespectful. Of course she knew that hadn’t done anything to earn his trust but she hadn’t done anything to make him disrespect her either. Or maybe that was just how he was. She could imagine that he was the type of person that would disrespect someone just because he could. An arrogant, no good, jock. Obviously she was arrogant in her own right but she actually had a reason to be, unlike Travis who’s top priority was running around with a football as if it actually mattered.

“Oh yes, you are so right, I am a five year old. How smart of you,” Tessa deadpanned, brushing her hair over her shoulder in a subtle act of dismissal. While she seemed relatively uncaring, she was seething on the inside and just about ready to snap at him for his insolence. She was here to try and help him but he couldn’t seem to care. Her will to put in the effort was falling steadily each time he opened his mouth. But she wasn’t prepared to give up after her teacher had entrusted her with the task. No matter what he said to her, she would just have to try and maintain a calm facade.

Or at least, that was the plan until he asked if she was going to tutor him as if it was the most easy thing in the world. “Am I going to tutor you? If you don’t bother to try in class, I don’t see how you’re going to be any different with me. The idea of tutoring is absolutely pointless unless you actually want the extra information but you don’t want to. You’re only here because you have to be. Let me guess? You were threatened with getting kicked off the football team?” Tessa asked in a patronising way, tilting her head to the side just slightly with her bottom lip in a soft, teasing pout.

“But yes, I’ll tutor you. I’m supposed to be following this plan but it would probably be more beneficial to ask what it is that you’re really struggling with and then work on that. So, what’s your problem?” She asked, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them the opposite way. Resting a hand on the desk in front of her, she clicked her manicured nails against the wood in a slow but impatient manner, dissimilar to the rhythmic tapping his was doing. Tessa could feel his constant movement underneath the desk and while she was desperate to get working herself, it was annoying her.