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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PARENTAL NEGLECT AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE
CALYPSO spent the entire summer alone, her home was full of people, her six siblings who bounced between their Upton estate and the several others they took up residency. Her parents were too wrapped up with each other to notice whenever she would enter the room. Not even a loud fake cough or shattering glass would break them from their love-bound spell.
So Calypso had no choice but to occupy herself like she had been doing throughout her adolescence. Books mainly kept her company, well until television flashed before her and she made friends with the people on the screen. Sure she called her friends, who startled her with their active lives. They asked about what she was getting up to, and the answer was always the same, up to no good. It wasn't a lie. She really was, a quick fuck here and a few books there, until the words on the page didn't quench her thirst. After all, she was a university student who needed fun, and so she found it, all over town until pleasure faded and she had no choice but to find long-lasting love between the ancient tales she read.
She wanted love, she craved it.
And when she arrived on campus again she saw it, standing as tall as the clouds, sporting a nice blue jumper, and holding a cigarette. And so she smiled, no, she wore a Disney-like-grin and picked up her step.
"Well if it isn't the spoilt brat?" Farleigh's remark, made everyone follow his amused gaze as they gathered in the courtyard.
"Like you're one to talk Farls," Calypso teased, quickly being met with welcomes and hellos from Oxford's most infamous college.
Her light and lure were effortless and travelled to the small group like a virus. She either received a hug or small talk before her gaze landed on what belonged to Felix Catton; the knight and shining armour of the university. His white cloak and the sword were his cheeky smile and cigarette, the latter he dropped to the ground to pick Calypso up, neglecting to see the envy splattered across some of their faces.
"I've missed you," he mumbled into her neck as she snaked her arms around his, legs wrapping around his waist.
She was lucky she was wearing jeans or her whole world would be on show.
Her heart fluttered as she whispered, "I've missed you too."
"If you're not gonna fuck her, you should put her down Felix," Farleigh called out after taking another drag, nauseated by how they stared into each other's eyes. It was always like that, yet admitting feelings was never on the table, so instead they fucked other people in private and acted like a couple in public. "At least let the girl unpack."
"I could help you," Felix offered, carefully placing her down next to a displeased Annabel.
India stood near Farleigh, forcing herself to pay more attention to the smoke drifting around them than the affectionate scene.
Calypso waved her off, "Already done."
Felix nodded slowly, keeping his eyes solely on her as he shuffled closer.
Alicia questioned, "Did one of your fit brothers help?"
That seemed to uplift some of the girl's moods. The Danforth brothers were royalty around there despite not being alumni. They were notorious for being good-looking and total catches until they got bored and focused on someone else. Players, unlike their parents, but what's wrong with a bit of eye candy?
Felix caught the stiffening of Calypso's shoulders as she answered, "As if they would come here, they're busy and it's too mad for them."
"Not all of them," Farliegh muttered as Jake joined them and said a quick hello to the Danforth girl.
Calypso reassured, ignoring Farleigh's quip, "Besides, it didn't take long."
"Unlike my –" Jake's jest was cut short by their collective groans.
Felix said, "I would've helped you."
Settling down a hand on his arm, Calypso nodded, "I know Lix."
Felix smiled like a madman, unbeknownst that the entire interaction was being observed.
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Dinner at Oxford was a lively event, well for some at least. Arriving at the intimate venue where the lights were low and the tables were packed amused Calypso dearly. The first years arrived as groups or on their lonesomes. She, of course, knew Felix and Farleigh. Old friends of the family, the Cattons and Danforths went back decades but regardless of their bonds, she quickly made friends with a girl on her course.
Monika Jain, a gorgeous girl with big brown eyes, dark skin and black silky hair. Like Rapunzel if she had a foul mouth and passion for ancient philosophy. She was surprisingly welcomed into their group the second she was introduced, whether it was because of her family paying for her tuition or the fact her father owned establishments in various parts of London.
Calypso chatted away, sitting between Monika and Felix, wearing her glasses since the lighting was grating on her eyes and her contacts were too irritating to put in. She was unaware of how much Felix thought the specs made her look sexy, especially when she read or concentrated on things.
The food was average. Not the best for what they paid for each year but it was edible enough.
Farleigh was on the other side of his cousin as they talked with their other friends, laughing at the gossip they had to spill whilst biting and down on all they could stomach. Well, that was until a harsh yell came from the opposite table.
Everyone collectively stilled only to recognise the voice of Michael Gavey. Or the freaky little git, Monika's voiced after moving in. He studied maths and made sure everyone knew.
"Gavey. The voice of serenity," Monika muttered, sharing a giggle with who sat Alicia opposite her.
Calypso cleared her throat, "As I was saying, if you want to really feel it, you have to do a double not a single."
"Laughing gas is old, playing in the snow is much better," Farliegh piped up.
"You don't play. You explore," Calypso basked in the laughter she received before Felix leaned down after swallowing another bit of food.
"You're gonna tell me what you did this summer. Really, what went on, Cali?" He whispered, glad that everyone returned to their own conversations, even his cousin.
Calypso wanted to tell although, preferring not to talk about her family but his soft tone did wonders for her ears. It was so caring and kind, even when he was throwing a strop.
She gulped, gingerly staring into his eyes, "Not much. Parents were around but not really."
Felix smiled, "You should've come to Saltburn. Dad needed someone to go bird-watching with. Mum was talking about how she missed your presence and the smell of your hair oils. Going on about how they added a tropical vibe to the grounds. And there was Vee, pestering me about when you would come and see her as if you're not my...friend."
"I just might come this year. Friend," she winked, earning a chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief.
Felix hated calling her a friend but there wasn't a word to replace it. Not right now, not when her presence made his head cloudy and confused. Every sound she made drove him up the wall. It was infuriating that he couldn't do more, that they couldn't do more, not when they still had people on their hook, but he would drop his the second she asked.
Calypso's beautiful laugh brought him out of his daze, she of course was amused by the looks she received from India, packed with jealousy as she downed her water.
"I'm guessing you two are done flirting," Monika rolled her eyes at the coy looks they gave each other. "I take that as a no, but I have a story to tell."
Farleigh leaned in, "This oughta be good."
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The semester went on swimmingly, the Danforth girl spent days focused on readings from her course. Not many people took Ancient Philosophy, claiming they didn't see any future in it, but she was obsessed and the couple dozen students made it better. Discussions in seminars only got heated whenever Monika was involved, yet it was fun and educational.
Calypso never used to like learning or school, since she bounced between houses like an orphan, it was quite sad really. The youngest of seven, six brothers and the only girl. One would think she would have attention and love but her parents didn't give it to any of them, no they gave them money, and threw it at them whenever an issue surfaced. It wasn't done on purpose, they thought that was what parental love was. She was used to having to entertain herself at various boarding schools because she was often alone, and isolated for looking different. Being one of the few black kids at school was hard, and luckily when she met Farleigh she didn't let him go.
As the English temperature plummeted, the more she and her close group of friends frequented the library. Lifetimes of knowledge at the top of their fingers, but when it came down to it, studying went out the window when they came together.
When around Felix, Calypso found it easy to lose focus. His aura was distracting like his sole purpose was to enthral her from the moment he stepped into the room.
"What?" She asked, biting back a smile as he tossed a book between his hands.
He feigned innocence, "What?"
She playfully scoffed and went back to her book, aware of his eyes on her.
Farleigh choked back a gag, as he stared between the two, counting down the days before they shagged, so they could relieve everyone of the tension. It was hot and encapsulated them all.
It was worse when he was alone with just them.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbled, yearning for a cigarette but was constantly reminded of the smoking ban in the library, since he almost sat a whole case on fire the previous year after getting off with one of his professors who boosted his grades for a core course. "Stop."
"What?" The pair chorused as if they weren't the problem. Fortunately, they were sitting opposite each other but that wasn't much help.
Especially not when Felix's eyes zeroed in on a dove symbol hanging from her neck.
"You're wearing your necklace," he marvelled, smiling wider as he placed the book on his table.
"She has tones, I'm sure," Farleigh scoffed.
"Well this one I bought her," Felix's words drove her to gently trace over the charm.
Farleigh groaned, "Of course you did. British people are such saps."
"Well he's my sap," her tone might of been teasing but Felix's heart raced as he sheepishly smiled.
"Careful or he'll blow his load across the table," Fareligh's crudeness brought them out of their bubble.
"Christ Farleigh."
"I found it in my vanity box. Took it off during the summer because Caspian pestered me about who it was from," Calypso informed, ignoring the American.
"You could've said that I bought it," Felix said, holding back a frown.
He bought it around the same time as he got his eyebrow piercing, one maybe two years ago. It matched the tattoo on her stomach, which mirrored the birthmark on Felix's. He lusted over the ink tainting her skin, all the glimpses he saw made him go feral.
Calypso snorted, "And then receive lectures from all six of my brothers? It's exhausting."
"And what attractive-looking brothers they are," Farleigh remarked, pulling out his phone.
"You should say I got it for you next time. And send them my way if they have a problem with it."
Calypso and Fareligh exchanged a smirk, aware of Felix's attitude towards some of her brothers.
"You just want to pick a fight," she noted, playfully jabbing a finger in his direction.
Felix shrugged, "Maybe."
Farleigh went to add his two cents then cursed and looked at some of his notes from his lectures."Fuck, I just remembered, I forgot to tell you about my tutorial buddy."
Calypso rose a brow, "I feel sorry for the poor boy."
Felix chuckled at the dismay splattered across his cousin's face.
"Piss off," Farleigh paused, "Well I didn't forget, he's just got such a forgettable face I guess. Glasses, terrible taste in fashion and an accent I can't place." and an attitude he wasn't fond of.
"Sounds tragic," Calyspo remarked, checking out her nails, before she felt Felix's foot kick hers.
"Don't be mean," she pouted at his words.
Calypso feigned shock, "Yes, you're right, that's Farleigh's job."
Farleigh rolled his eyes, "I considered myself to be a realist. People can't handle that, especially you dear cousin, it bursts your heroic bubble."
"Can't have that, can we Lix?" Calypso reached across the table to grab his hand, positively surprised when he didn't let go, he wouldn't dare to.
"It's not a heroic bubble," Felix retorted, eyes training on her soft hands.
"It is," Calypso nodded, senselessly interlocking their fingers. "But it's sweet."
Farleigh blinked at them, "Sap, I rest my case."
"For now," Calypso knew how much he needed to go on about God knows what, "Or at least when you're off your tits in the King's arms later."
Farleigh clapped, "Yes, I need a drink."
"It's not even ten," a wry smile appeared on Felix's face as he pressed a kiss to Calypso's hand.
"As if we need a reason to drink."
"He's not wrong," Calypso agreed.
Calypso swore she felt eyes on her as they joked for the next hour, but that was the thing with her, everyone watched her like some mystical creature and if that's what they believed her to be, why not give it to them?
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The football club at Oxford was entertaining, to say the least. As the outgoing person she was, Calypso had made friends with all the players, occasionally sleeping with a few, even their rivals for a laugh. She went to most of their games, just to socialise and they claimed she was their good luck charm whenever they won. Felix was never a fan of her going, especially alone, but she did what she wanted.
Now returning from an afternoon of being thirsted over, she strutted past a first-year who seemed to be leering at her, sporting tin-framed glasses, whilst pulling a dodgy bike along. She took no notice of him as she pulled out her Nokia, flipping it open when it started ringing.
Her wide smile revealed her pearly whites when she saw Felix's name. He was supposed to be in a lecture but he tended to text her when he was supposed to be listening.
Her eyes squinted when he began ranting about some nice lad he ran into, "Who saved your life, Felix? And what is this about your bike getting a flat tire? — right well — Why didn't you just hire a car service or walk?"
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Pubs were the foundations of universities. Stressed? Drinking can remedy that. Tired? drinking is the perfect cure to wake everyone up before throwing up and narrowly avoiding alcohol poisoning.
In their little section, it was like they were all stacked like sardines, all piled on top of each other, around a table filled with shots and pints. Calypso's designated seat was Felix's lap, sipping on her drink and arguing with India about the most recent Amy Winehouse album.
The Danforth girl's tolerance was moderate, only low when she was emotional. Her glasses were off, and her contacts were in. The cold weather didn't bother her, no, not with Felix's hand tracing beneath her butterfly top and above her low-rise jeans.
Her voice carried through their section, controlling the conversation, whilst Felix governed the tone, ensuring it remained lighthearted. Looks were exchanged, heated yet tender as she scooted further onto his lap, making his arm further wrap around her waist.
Calypso smirked when his eyes very rarely left hers, only to respond or laugh at something his friends said.
It was only until Felix caught the sight of his saviour over by the bar he jolted.
"Oh! There he is. Ollie! Oliver! Oliver! Come here, mate!" Felix gently pulled Calypso off his lap, startling her when he gestured for the unfamiliar boy to come over. "Yeah, come here. Come here," he then got up to greet him, "What? Come here. Unreal. Hiya, mate."
"Hi," Oliver meekly spoke, overwhelmed by the sudden eyes on him.
Felix, towering over him, clapped his hands down on his shoulder, "This is my fucking hero right here. I was just telling everyone how you saved my arse yesterday."
Calypso eyed the awkward new friend of Felix. He appeared to have an old-young face, eyes that seemed innocent and fashion that was heavily lacking.
She leaned over to whisper to Farleigh, "Farls... is that?"
Farleigh's elated gaze flitted away when it landed on Oliver, "Yes. My tragic tutorial buddy."
"New charity case?"
"Clearly," Farleigh snickered as she glanced back at Oliver who stared at Felix like a lost puppy.
India forced a smile, "So cute."
Alicia hummed, "So cute."
"The cutest," Annabel agreed despite herself.
"Hey, take a seat. I owe you a drink. Here, shove up, yeah," on Felix's gentle command everyone moved up except Calyspo and his cousin. "Oh, sorry. Are you with a friend?" he caught the blonde erratic first year by the door waiting for Oliver who quickly shook his head.
Oliver murmured as he sat down, "Er, no, they just left."
"What's his name?" Calypso turned to Felix who set her back on his lap.
"Oliver."
She gasped, "Like Oliver Twist."
"Cali," Felix squeezed her side, offering her a mock glare when people laughed.
She waved him off, "What? It's the only connection I could make to the name," her eyes dragged over Oliver and his wonderment. "Name one person we know called Oliver, you can't. Well apart from this one. Anyway, Oliver is a nice name."
Farleigh couldn't help but add, "If you like a beggar's name."
He shrugged off the disappointed look his cousin gave, instead focused on the enjoyment of the others and the embarrassment of Oliver.
"Farleigh, you knob," Calypso laughed off his callousness and leaned against Felix once more before smiling at the newbie. "I'm Calypso, but everyone calls me Cal."
"Or they call you River," just like Felix's middle name. "but Felix calls her Cali, he owns the nickname, and practically murders anyone who tries," Farleigh commented against his drink.
"No he won't, he's far too sweet," Calypso remarked.
"Not when someone chundered on your outfit last night, at that party," Alicia snickered.
"Oh, then I almost murdered that guy right beside him," Calypso added, putting a grin on most of their faces.
Oliver was intrigued by her, the way she captured everyone, even those who disliked her. She was beaming with vivacity but that's not all, it couldn't be, not when Felix's light added to her act.
"I think it was Jake," Annabel spoke up, sitting on the boy in question's lap.
He objected, "Oi." yet didn't deny not when Felix cast him a pointed look, reminding him of the argument the pair had when it first happened.
"So where are you from Oliver? Must be far," Calypso wondered, not being able to place what region he was from.
"Prescott," Oliver noticed everyone's confusion when he said that.
"It's not in London is it?" Calypso inquired, throwing her arm around Felix's shoulder and playing with the hairs at the back of his neck, drawing a cheeky smile from him.
Felix turned to him, "It's in Liverpool, right mate?"
"Uh yes, it's in Liverpool," Oliver agreed.
"I don't travel that far," Calypso informed.
"Not without a driver anyway," Farleigh quipped, throwing back another drink.
Calypso playfully scowled, "Shut up American."
"As is if Felix would let you go to that dump," Farleigh said through his burps.
"He's not my keeper. But true you wouldn't let me go would you love?" Calypso dared to ask.
"You could go if you want," Felix exclaimed, but no one was convinced.
Calypso turned back to Oliver, "What college do you go to Oliver? There's so many in Oxford."
Oliver awkwardly answered, "Yours."
Calypso's brown eyes shot wide, "Oh."
"How oblivious is young River?" Farleigh laughed.
"I am not. I know things and now I know that we share grounds," she paused, squealing when she saw the Monika stroll in, bag on shoulder and breasts practically on show. "Oh MJ over here."
Oliver turned, recognising the fellow student who received a warmer welcome than him, especially from his tutorial buddy.
"Slags, how are we today?" Monika came over, blowing kisses to everyone, even the unfamiliar face before sharing a seat with Alicia who happily shifted over.
"This is Monika Jane," Calypso introduced her to Oliver.
"My mates call me MJ," Monika added, taking a drink Farleigh gave her.
"So call her Monika." Farleigh clarified, glaring at Oliver who shifted in his seat, catching the reassuring smile from Felix who introduced him.
"This is Oliver."
"Like the beggar?" Monika breathed out, unintentionally making them all laugh.
Oliver's discomfort was obvious and Felix wanted to shield him from it all, "Ignore them."
Calypso steadily recognised the protective act and shifted on his lap, snapping his attention back to her and only her. He pressed a kiss to her arm that rested on his shoulder just as she did the same to his cheek, rubbing the dark brown lipstick into his skin.
Fareligh continued the joke, disregarding their affection, "That's what I said. Sit down, Nika. It's time for a shot."
Everyone chanted, slamming their hands down on the table only adding to Oliver's overstimulation.
"Wait, wait, wait, Jägerbombs," Farleigh proposed, earning nods and more cheers from the table.
"Jägerbombs!" they all chorused, drunkenly laughing like mad.
Oliver cleared his throat, appearing to want to escape their grasp, "I...
"It's your round, man," Farleigh pointed out, true to his antagonistic nature.
Jake hummed, "Yeah, go on, mate."
His good friend Harry agreed, "Yeah."
"I should go to bed," Oliver tried to stand.
Farleigh shook his head, "Wait, no, no, no. No, you can't snake your way out of a round."
"I'm... I'm not."
"It looks like you are."
Booing started and Calypso's eyes darted between the two as she heard Felix's grumbling. Farleigh obviously wanted the boy to suffer for what? She had no idea, but Oliver was a blank slate, new territory, not charismatic but something drew Felix to him.
Harry whined, "Come on."
"You might as well stay, can't jump ship now," Calypso tried, squealing at Felix's kisses trailing her neck.
Oliver's eyes briefly lingered on them, more specifically Felix's lips sucking on her skin before he conceded. "Okay! Okay."
He reluctantly rose from his chair and timidly approached the bar, just as Felix pulled away from his glimpse of pleasure, turning to his cousin with a sigh.
"Farleigh."
Farleigh tilted his head, "What?"
"Just cut him a break, mate."
"What?"
"That round's gonna cost a fucking fortune," Felix exclaimed.
Farleigh replied with indifference, "Pub rules, Felix."
"And I need some air," Calypso rose from Felix's lap, shooting them all a quick smile.
Felix frowned, watching her leave but decided to cater to in need Oliver.
Calypso let out a sharp breath when she was met with the winter air, it was harsh, after all, it was England. The meanest of weathers, but she found peace in it all. Growing up in a family like hers, she grew to use the ugliness of the world, so of course she desired the beauty of fantasy.
So taking out a cigarette she so desperately needed, she ignored the ogling she received from other students and townsfolk who walked past. She placed it on her lips and took a lighter of her bag.
Her flame glowed in the night as it latched onto the tobacco she breathed in.
"Watch out for him."
She jumped at the voice. Michael Gavey, suddenly appeared, halting her moment of calmness.
"Who?" smoke escaped her lips as her heart struggled to steady. His piercing eyes scrutinised her as she stood.
"The book licker, Oliver Quick."
Calypso turned around, not shocked to see Oliver staring at her through the crowds of people as he stumbled over to the table.
When she turned back Michael was already pacing away.
"Bloody hell," she snickered to herself, believing that his words were coated in envy rather than warning.
His unfiltered essence she didn't mind, but he made her cringe whenever he helped her with some of her core courses.
She heard the door swung open and she turned to see Felix step out, with a warm smile on his lips, which faded when he saw the odd student leaving in the opposite direction. He saw the whole thing and kept his distance, glad that she was amused and not frightened.
"What did he want?" he questioned as she shuffled closer.
He pulled her to his chest, protecting her against the chilling cold.
"Nothing, did you pay for Oliver's round?" she asked.
"No," Felix's sheepish smile gave it away.
"How gentlemanly. Careful with that poor soul or he'll fall in love," she cooed, hopelessly staring into his brown pools, trying not to drown, but he wanted her to fall, plummet, like he did whenever he even thought of her.
So he dropped his arms and offered her a hand instead, "Come on."
The same hand that had six stars dotted across the curve.
She took it without question and inhaled one last drag before stubbing it out and following him inside, embracing the drunken cheers that bounced around the room, elevating them like the royalty coursing through Felix's veins.
King and Queen.
But like all royals, they must fall.
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a/n:
hope you enjoyed the first chapter and this introduction to cali, my posh babe. she has an impact on everyone she meets, sure she sleeps around but she has one person one her mind... felix. he's equally as obsessed with her, but neither has made the jump to be together and now with oliver and his slimy arse in the mix is gonna be harder than we thought.
her issues with her family will continue as will the mentions of her parents and brothers and i'll include their face claims if you like even though they will barely be featured in this story.
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