Name: Alicia Rivera
Style: chic, flirty, Ralph Lauren, preppy
Likes: boys, jacuzzis, dance, tropical islands, spain, ralph lauren, godiva chocolates, her girls, philosophy lip gloss, journalism, fiji water
Dislikes: twizzlers, immature people, being second best at everything, knock offs, spiders
Bio: The name Alicia Rivera is sure to have escaped your lips at one point. You probably often see her trailing through the halls of Briarwood Country with her girls, her precious iPhone 5 in one hand and the other busy blowing kisses. Alicia seemingly has eyes and ears everywhere; gossiping is her favorite hobby. Learning secrets isn’t a problem; keeping them to herself is. But of course that personally isn’t a problem for Alicia. She’s poised, classy, and flirty but of course always falls second best no matter what. If it’s not to Skye Hamilton in dance, then it’s to Massie Block in everything else. It has been this way since day one. After all that fighting and jealousy though, Alicia has surprisingly gotten used to her beta position. Or so she says. Alicia is still always trying to pull something to gain as much attention as possible. She gave up on trying to ruin her friends’ spotlight but that doesn’t stop her from desperately grabbing onto her own. Everyone has grown past that immature phase but Alicia Rivera is still stuffing her bra every day or making up things to earn gossip points like she’s in middle school. Sure, she can get any boy she wants with just one simple hair flip or buy everything and anything with her best friend AmEx, but Alicia always wants more. What’s going to happen when she realizes she can’t have everything?
Model: Anja Leuenberger
+ Why do you want to be a part of this RP?
I loooved the Clique series when I was younger and this roleplay seems fun! I’m really excited.
+ Will you be able to make at least 2 sets a week? Will you be active and comment on others sets?
Yes and yes.
+ Random fact about yourself.
I have an obsession with Pretty Little Liars and I looove Once Upon a Time, especially their cast ;)
+I, Ivy, swear, that the drama between characters will always be kept between the CHARACTERS, and NOT the polyvorians.
STORY. . .
I leaned against the bars, taking a quick break from my intense dance class. Most of the girls looked like they were ready to collapse to the ground, including me. I took a swig of my Fiji water before looking over where my teacher was. Of course, Skye Hamilton was still dancing like it was no big deal. She looked perfect. She made the dance combo look like a breeze. Not that I would ever admit that out loud.
“Rivera, stop slacking off. You’re up next. If anyone else is ready to show me the combo, come up here too.” Reagan, my dance teacher, said. Immediately, I straightened up and smiled at her.
“’Course,” I redid my ponytail and let my body take over as soon as the music started. I nailed every move and landed every jump. When I was finished, I took a bow as everybody clapped. Reagan looked shocked.
“Wow, I’m really impressed. That was beautiful! I think we all know who’s a shoo-in for dance captain this year,” she grinned.
I beamed. “Oh my gaw—”
“—Skye! I think she deserves another round of applause,” Reagan continued. My face fell and I did a 180. Skye was behind me. She shot me a devious smile then turned to everyone else, laughing and smiling like she cared about their opinion. Skye was a shoo-in for captain every year. She knew it, and she knew I knew it.
I huffed and grabbed my bags, the first one out the door. I didn’t even thank the teacher. She’l probably put me in the back for our next dance number because of that, but I really didn’t care at that moment. Thank gawd Isaac, my driver, was waiting in front of my studio when I walked out.
He tried to make small talk, but I was too busy crossing my arms and angrily looking out the window.
Thankfully after a nice shower and a fresh new Ralph Lauren outfit, I calmed down. I checked my phone and was happy to see 6 new text messages waiting for me from the Pretty Committee. It was nice to know that they were there.
I grabbed my handbag (Ralph Lauren brand, obviously) and drove to Massie’s house. Everyone was already there in her living room, casually lying on her sofas or the ground. Their heads perked up when they heard someone coming. “Hey girls,” I grinned and took a seat next to Massie.
“Puh-lease tell us you know something about that soccer guy we saw last week at the game. Dylan won’t stop going on about him and his attractiveness.” Massie raised her eyebrows at me.
“Oh, you know I do,” I replied. “I don’t know his name, but I saw Skye coming on to him after the game. He totally rejected her. She looked pathetic.” I lied.
“See, that’s good, right Dyl?” Kristen nudged the redhead.
“No,” she sighed. “That means he probably has a girlfriend already. Who was the last person that rejected Skye Hamilton? Yeah, I don’t know either.”
“Look on the bright side,” Massie shrugged. Everyone automatically turned towards her when she opened her mouth. “You have some things Skye doesn’t, don’t you? Maybe he spotted you in the stands earlier and rejected Skye because he had his eye on you instead.”
Dylan’s face brightened and she smiled. “Maybe you’re right. Thanks, Mass. You’re amazing.”
My eyes narrowed and I clenched my teeth. Then Massie turned towards me. My expression immediately softened and I offered a smile. “Yeah, you really are.”