♤ MARQUEZ, JEISEL · 17 years old · Taken / Chachi Gonzales


Meet Jeisel: THE REBEL - Ever heard of the expression: “Curiosity killed the cat”? Meet Jeisel Marquez; the American bad ass. Though her rebellious actions and tough exterior make it clear she’s not the person to fuck with, her cute face, killer smile, and bright strawberry blonde hair gives this seventeen year-old girl the essence of innocence with her natural beauty and charisma. As a child, Jeisel loved being one of the boys. Growing up with two older brothers, Jeisel developed a backbone quickly; learning to defend herself against boys twice her size. Always excelling at everything she pursued, Jeisel’s parents placed her on a pedestal, expecting nothing but greatness from their little girl. Straight A’s and MVP awards for soccer were a no-brainer for this girl. As she got older, the strawberry blonde found this task nearly impossible. Did they truly expect me to be perfect? After years and years of living up to her parents’ high expectations, Jeisel finally cracked during her sophomore year of high school. Too much stress and too many worries clouded her mind, making it nearly impossible to focus. Thus, the strawberry blonde decided it was either her way or the highway; lashing out on her parents, breaking her curfew, staying at friends’ houses without any notice. Of course her parents were worried, but did she care? Why should she? “I’m safe, and obviously still on Earth. Stop worrying, I’m fine”; the only messages Jeisel would leave on their answering machines, without a care in the world. 


"Why did I wanna come here? For a break, obviously. If it’s not one thing, it’s the other in my life. My parents are always on my ass, school’s demanding as shit, and life just gets more and more complicated every single fucking day. I said I was going to Nevada, and I was out. Let them bitch and moan; I don’t give a flying fuck anymore."


"I-I remember waking up yesterday morning, puking into the trash bin.  My head was pounding, and everything seemed like it was spinning. Just talking felt like someone was screeching into my ears. Um, when I checked my phone, I saw a lot of…. interesting pictures; but, I honestly can’t remember what I did. It obviously wasn’t anything good, but what am I supposed to do? I mean, I can’t take it back so…why relish in a pointless case? Ugh, this shit’s going to kill me. Ah, let me think…Oh! I remember leaving the night before to head for the club with everyone, and dancing. I drank a lot, like….probably half of my body weight. Uh…I woke up with one giant-ass hickey, but I’m kind of scared to know who it came from. W-Wait, I woke up next to…..oh my god! Fuck, what did I do?"

Intoxicated and incoherent, Jeisel hadn’t had a clue of what she was doing and how it would effect her in the near future. Feeling two arms snake around her waist firmly, the strawberry blonde gazed up lazily; her deep brown irises meeting two others that were quite familiar before the pair’s lips crashed together. For something so wrong, how could it feel so right? Pulling away slightly to catch her breath, Jeisel found herself pushed up against the wall; the lips that had just parted hers were now trailing kisses down her neck as the boy’s thumbs made tiny circles on the smalls of her back. Whether it was the alcohol still making its way through her bloodstream or the fact that she truly didn’t give a fuck, Jeisel hadn’t realized who she was with. All she remembers is the next morning, waking up in his arms and one of his T-shirts. Looking over at the boy sleeping next to her, the blonde covered her mouth in shock as she realized it was her best friend, Brett.


Brett Magaro: “Alright, there’s so much that can be said about this kid; so, I’ll just start from the beginning. I met him back in kindergarten when his family moved to Virginia from Ohio, and let me tell you a little secret:…I used to hate his guts. Up until about sixth grade, he loved to tease me and make my life miserable until he saw that he actually made me cry once. Oh my god, I’ll never forget that day! I was sitting in a corner, like, crying my eyes out when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. When I looked up, I saw those puppy dog brown eyes that was the reason for my tears, and I was actually surprised that he was trying to get my attention. I remember asking him why he tapped me, and he just slid down the wall; sitting right next to me. He had asked me if I was okay, and I just looked in the opposite direction; trying to wipe away my tears before even acknowledging him. He grabbed my arm gingerly, urging me to look at him. I’ll admit, I was pretty nasty when he tried to talk to me; but, then he apologized. Like, this wasn’t just like an ‘I’m sorry. Forgive me?’ kind of apology, like, you could tell he truly meant it. He told me that he had no clue that his teasing had actually gotten to me; which kind of made me laugh at the fact that he was so oblivious. Then, we started talking and laughing and talking some more; which is how I realized that this guy was going to be my best friend. Every day from then on, we’ve been inseparable. We’re a lot alike, but also really different; like, I love going to the movies and hanging out in big groups while he would rather stay in and watch something on Netflix just by himself or maybe two people at max. I feel like I’m talking a lot, but with Brett…there’s a lot to be said. He was my first true friend, not a lowlife backstabber who uses me to get what they want; he was my first kiss, but uh….let’s not delve on that subject. Well, yeah; basically, he’s the greatest guy in the world. A lot of people like to say he’s an ass before they get to know him, but then they immediately change their minds. Although he’d never admit it, he’s such an awesome guy; and, I hope he knows that.”

Olivia Romero: “Oh…my god. Don’t even bring this bitch’s name up while I’m here. She’s so fake, it’s ridiculous. Whorelivia, as I’d rather address her, has this little scheme up her sleeve. She flips her blood red hair and thinks she’s hot shit when she bribes the guys to get what she wants. Newflash! She’s nothing but trash in my eyes, and you can tell her I said that. I’m telling you right now, do not fall for her games. She’s a manipulative bitch, and she’ll make your life hell. I remember the first time I met her; it was at Jaye’s party. I guess we have a few mutual friends, ‘cause she showed up thinking she was all high and mighty ‘bow down to me, I’m your superior’. No, I’d rather not be associated with that, but since she’s here….I’ll just have to avoid her at all costs. She hates me for no reason when all I’ve said to her is: “Hi, how’re you?” Hello? Olivia, are you dumb? Plus, she tries to pull that act with me by flirting with Brett, thinking that I’ll care. It’s kind of funny to watch though. Ha, well….either way; she’s irrelevant and a waste of my time. End of story.”

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