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🖤Poolside Stares Episode 2

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the infinity pool of Alex’s Mansion. It was the last Saturday of the Summer before the school year started. Alex got on his DJ shit, Music pulsed through the speakers, mixing with the sound of laughter and water splashing. The Brat Pack had made it a tradition—end of summer, one last pool day before school started again.

Liam sat back on one of the lounge chairs, legs stretched out, beer bottle resting loosely in his grip. He wore his usual lazy smirk, sunglasses hiding his eyes, perfectly cool and unbothered. Or at least, that’s what he wanted everyone to think.

Because across the pool, Maya Elba was ruining him.

She stood at the edge of the water, golden skin dripping from her last swim, brown and blonde hair curly all over her face like she belonged in a damn magazine spread. She was laughing at something Madison said, head tilted back, her bikini bottoms—tiny, black, and completely unfair—hugging every inch of her body in ways Liam had no business noticing. Her top perfectly showed her boobs. God she had great boobs. Again Liam was not supposed to be noticing.

But he did.

Fuck, he did. It was his secret that he secretly was over the moon in strong like of his best friends baby sister. He liked her. He liked her face, Her hairs. Especially when she wore it curly it did something to him. He liked her when she danced without a care in the world. When she got sassy. She had the sassiest fucking mouth he knew and it made him feel animalistic inside.

He took a slow sip of his beer, trying—failing—to look anywhere but at her. He was supposed to be over this. He was supposed to be ignoring this. That’s what he told himself at the beginning of the summer he would do. Stop liking her. Stop lusting over her.  But his body had other plans, the heat rolling through him having nothing to do with the sun.

It wasn’t just that she was beautiful. Maya had always been beautiful. But this? This was something different. This was Maya looking like a problem.

And Liam had never been good at resisting problems.

"Yo, you good?" Jonah’s voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts.

Liam tore his gaze away from Maya and turned to Jonah, who was handing him another beer, eyes squinting at him suspiciously. Shit. Had he been staring for too long?

"Yeah," Liam muttered, clearing his throat, forcing a smirk. "Just enjoying the view."

Jonah smirked back, completely missing the real meaning behind Liam’s words. "Same, man. Girls brought out their best today."

Liam just laughed, keeping his expression light, easy. Like he wasn’t actively losing his mind over his best friend’s little sister.

Before he could pull himself together, Maya caught him looking.

She didn’t say anything—didn’t smile, didn’t tease, didn’t call him out. She just held his gaze, something unreadable in her dark eyes, something that made his stomach tighten.

Then, just to make things worse, she ran her hands over her stomach down to the strings on her bikini bottoms, adjusting them like she had no idea what it was doing to him.

Liam had to grip the beer bottle tighter to keep himself from reacting.

He needed to get a grip. Fast.

Because if he wasn’t careful, Jonah wouldn’t have to figure out his secret—it’d be written all over his damn face.

Liam had been sitting there for a minute baking in the sun and he finally got up to go watch Alex DJ and take some shots with the boys. But he also wanted a reason to mess with Maya because that’s what he did now. Any excuse he got to mess with her, tease her, talk to her that didn’t make it look obvious that he was obsessed with her he took it.

She was being sassy as always talking to their classmate Chris about something and he interjected with a “Shut up you know nothing about that”. She turned and looked at him with her hand on her hip

Maya: I’ll have you know that I do but you on the other hand don’t know jack shit.

Liam: (He jerked his head back like he was offended. He reached out and grabbed her arms pulling her into him and grabbed her waist, picking her up as if he was going to throw her in the pool)

Maya: (scream) PUT ME DOWN!!! You better fucking not throw me in this pool Liam Fucking Carter!

Liam: Yeah? (he grinned and whispered in her ear) or what?

Maya: Don’t fucking do it jerk!

Liam: For a minute he played as if he was going to put her down but that hunger inside him said fuck it and threw her in.

Maya: (scream and hit the water)

Liam: (stands there smirking)

Maya: (Comes back up soaking wet) I fucking hate you!

Liam: no you don’t (smirking and thinking how good she looks).

LATER ON MAYBE AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER

Maya: (Thinking to herself) I should jump on his back just because…..(Shrugs and smirks and runs up and jumps on Liam’s back)

Liam: (He already knew who it was because she has always done this since they were kids. He’s happy she did because it gives him a chance to touch her, he grabs her thighs and squeezes them as she laughs)

This was them back and forth because they couldn’t say it out loud couldn’t admit they liked each other for fear of rejection and that Jonah was somebody important to them both and sure he would disapprove of his baby sister and his best friend being a “thing”.

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🖤 Episode 1: “Everyone Thinks They Know Me”

The Elba Edit

Everyone thinks they know me. Well… people on the internet, anyway. The blogs. The group chats. New kids at my school.

They think they know who I am because of one headline they saw... or something they read on Lipstick Alley.

But in reality?

They don’t know the half.

The It Girl. The one with the perfect last name. Perfect skin. Designer closets. Front row at Fashion Week like it’s study hall.

I’ve been branded since birth— A walking headline before I even said a word.

But no one ever asks how it feels.

To see your name in the tabloids at thirteen. To be stalked while trying to buy the latest issue of VOGUE. To smile for cameras that never turn off—because if you don’t smile, you’re “rude.” If you do smile, you’re “fake.”

Every outfit is dissected. Every word gets quoted. Every mistake? A trending topic.

It’s like the world built this version of me… and now I’m expected to live inside her forever.

Hi. I’m Maya Elizabeth Elba. Daughter of thee Idris Elba and Kelsey Marin-Elba. Born famous. Raised in high fashion. Bred for legacy.

My mom? A supermodel-turned-mogul. Founder of Iris, and the daughter of Sterling Marin—the man behind Marin Oils. His empire’s worth $31.4 billion. And that’s just on paper.

My grandmother, Carolyn Marin, throws charity galas that end up in Vogue. We learned to spell “Balenciaga” before “recess.” Had trust funds before we had teeth.

At 18, we get ten million. At 21, ten million more. Plus a stake in Marin Oils. Like it or not.

The Marins are old money—country clubs, private jets, and legacy donations to Ivy League schools kind of old. My grandmother, Carolyn Marin, is a former debutante and socialite known for throwing the kind of charity galas that get covered by Vogue. My grandparents both raised us to know designer brands and to know what a trust fund was beforewe could ride a bike. My grandfather has always ensured that we will be taken care of whether we decide to work or not. When each grandchild turns 18 and graduates from High school they receive access to their 10 million dollar trust fund the day of their graduation. Then at 21 you receive 10 Million more and a share of Marin Oils.

Then there’s my dad’s side— Charles Elba, the Hollywood legend. Layla Elba, the jazz icon. People still cry when she sings live.

They’re all icons. All beloved. All larger-than-life.

And me? I’m still trying to figure out who the hell I am in the middle of all this.

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The Elba Siblings.

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The Elba Family.

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Selfie Break before tennis

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♥Liam & Maya — The Secret They’re Both Too Afraid to Say Out Loud♥

They’ve never said it. Never crossed the line. But everyone who’s paying attention can feel it.

Maya Elba has liked Liam Carter since 9th grade—since before she understood what it meant to want someone you could never have. He’s her brother Jonah’s best friend, practically family, always around… always just out of reach. Now, she’s heading into her junior year, and the feelings haven’t gone away—they’ve only grown deeper, harder to hide.

The twist? Liam likes her too. And has for a while now.

For the past year, he’s been trying to keep it cool, keep it casual—watching Maya from a distance, stealing glances when he thinks no one’s looking. But every time she smiles, every time she talks back with that fire in her eyes, it gets harder to pretend. Harder to ignore.

There’s just one problem: Liam has a girlfriend. And not just any girlfriend—Layla Howard, Maya’s ex-best friend turned worst enemy.

So they say nothing. They keep it safe. They play their roles.

But the tension? It’s always there. In the way they look at each other. In the words they don’t say. In the moments that feel like they could mean everything—if either of them was brave enough to speak first.

Because sometimes, the most dangerous kind of love… is the one you never say out loud.

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The Brat Pack: Hollywood’s New Generation of Royalty

They were born in front of flashing cameras, raised on private jets, and destined to be headline material. Before they could even drive, they were front row at Fashion Week, popping up on red carpets, and trending on social media for their chaos, not just their couture.

The world first noticed them during their ninth and tenth-grade years—always together, always styled to perfection, and always just a little too wild for their age. They weren’t just friends. They were a movement. Tabloids couldn’t get enough. Fashion blogs tracked their every outfit. Gossip sites gave them a name that stuck like glitter on a Gucci blazer:

The Brat Pack.

At first, it was just a nickname—something catchy to describe a group of rich kids living out the kind of life most people only see in movies. But soon, The Brat Pack became a brand. A phenomenon. A symbol of young Hollywood at its most glamorous—and its most reckless.

They’ve got the last names, the follower counts, and the VIP wristbands to prove it. But under the surface? It’s not all luxury and limelight.

Because behind every curated post is a crack in the picture. Behind every close-up is a secret. And behind every perfect life... is the pressure to stay perfect.

Some will rise. Some will fall. And a few? They might break under the weight of it all.

Because in this world, being royalty isn’t the hard part— Surviving it is.

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I made character pages for each one of them! Took all day but I love them.