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Haru Nagase

― "the spoiled."

Haru did want to continue the conversation but Jack seemed eager to leave. He frowned a little.

"Yeah, see you round,"

He responded, running a hand through his hair. Man, that kid was weird.

He turned to Miyu, finding her gone. He frowned once more. Man, that kid was weird, too! He stuffed his weed into his pocket, heading down the driveway and stepping through the gate.

"Miyu, where the fuck--"

He began to call out, not that she'd hear anyway... but there she was, crouched behind the fence, petting a random cat.

"That thing could have worms, Miyu, get in the car,"

"He looks pretty well looked after,"

She signed back to him, gently pushing the cat away from their car so he wouldn't get hit. She brushed her skirt down before heading around the other side of the car, getting in.

"So, who was that, then?"

Miyu signed as Haru started the engine, trying to play it cool. Man, she was awkward... why had she stood outside the car? She and that guy had made eye contact, she should have just sat in the passanger seat and waited like a normal person. That guy probably thought she was weird, now... Why else would he be staring at her?

"Just a guy from school,"

Haru shrugged.

"Then why did you go to his house?"

"He... borrowed something off me."

There was a moment of silence between the two of them.

"You can just tell me you bought weed."

"... Okay, just don't tell mom."

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Haru pulled up to his parking spot, cranking the stiff handbrake back into place. He sighed softly, scanning the other, much newer cars parked around him. His was a hand-me-down. All these rich assholes didn't get hand-me-downs. Their cars were brand new and parked by the valet that worked at their fucking Seattle mansions.

Miyu frowned. Her brother seemed to be in a world of his own... She took this moment to grab her bags and head to class, leaving him to sulk.

He snapped out of it as he heard the door shut. Whoops, better get to class... sike, fuck that. He got out of his car, clicking the lock on his key a few times to make sure it actually locked. He wasn't making that mistake again... although how raccoons knew how to use doorhandles was still a mystery to him. Fucking raccoons...

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed around the back of the school, looking for a nice, discrete place. The bathroom wasn't a good idea, he'd tried that before and the pesky hall monitors always checked there first. No, round the dumpsters was the place to be. Sure, it stank, and there were some four-legged friends around he wasn't too fond of, but he'd figured out when the janitors emptied the school bins and when the dumptruck came to pick them up, so he could smoke all he liked throughout first period. He stood between the dumpsters and pulled out the little baggy he'd bought, sprinkling a little into the end of a glass pipe. He didn't want to smoke too much. He wasn't planning on going to class but he still needed to be aware enough to not get caught during break or lunch.

He finished his bowl as the bell rang, leaning back against the wall behind him. God, he missed weed over winter break. He checked his watch. First period had just started... maybe he should smoke a little more? As he began to pack another bowl, he heard footsteps. He shoved the pipe into his hoodie pocket, wincing slightly at how hot it was through the fabric. Around the corner came a teacher, lighting a cigarette.

"What are you doing? Go to class."

"Okay--"

Haru muttered meekly, rushing from his little smoking nook. God fucking damnit. He thought as he tried to carefully clean the spilled weed out of his pocket and back into the little baggy. Now what was he meant to do for the rest of his morning?

Maybe he should... actually go to class... Fuck no, but it was cold as fuck, he was at least gonna go inside. As he headed towards the men's bathroom, he made eye contact with a hall monitor.
Balls. He thought. Maybe if he just made it look like he was going to class... He headed to the door, reaching for the handle, but the monitor was still looking. God fucking damn it, he was actually going to have to go to class! He huffed, turning the handle and picking a seat at the back.

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Water splashed in the basin, traced with the presence of bright scarlet blood as it swirled in formation down the drain. He worked on cleaning up the crusty dried blood around his nostrils and the stained skin on his lips, chin and neck. Cupping the water in his hands, he lifted it up to his face and began his clean-up mission. Completely unaware of the people around him - or rather, ignoring the presence of any females who could’ve entered or had been present in his entrance - Ayden was focused on making himself look somewhat human before he could venture the halls of this school. The stubborn stains took their time to bulge, and his nose even threatened to give out another spurt as he attempted to clean up the corners of his nostrils. Unimpressed, unamused and even somewhat unbothered, Ayden gazed at his own reflection. His jumper was destroyed.

The splatter of not only his own blood but of his victims during his rampage. It just wouldn’t do, would it? Grabbing the hem of his jumper, he pulled it upwards and onwards, allowing the large fabric that pooled his body to slide over his head and down his arms. As the jumper slid down his arms, he froze. Handprints from last night's struggles were beginning to form; splatters of colours ranging from blue, black and even hues of oranges and yellows. Fluttering memories of laying peacefully in his cozy bed only to be caught unaware and unarmed. With nothing but his own willpower and strength to protect himself, his arms became his shield from the grasp of his Uncle in the darkness of the night. As shields carry the scars of wars, their paint fading and metal chipping, so did his arms bare the weight of the attack.

Sadness flooded over him, draping the heaviness upon his shoulders like a weighted blanket. If only he had the money and the courage to just simply run away. It was quite impossible without the funding and now without any sort of mode of transportation. Red fury ran through his veins as his mind was hindered by the thought of his skateboard, which now lay in the school carpark cracked and riddled useless. How was he meant to find sanctuary now without his trusty board to move him from point A to point B with little to no effort? How was he meant to fill his afternoons, avoiding his home and family and instead finding a silent comfort of other around him. A type of friendship where nothing needed to be said, but rather the company was enough to keep him grasped down onto this world.

The sound of the door swinging open was enough to snap him out of his trance, his bones jumping from his skin. With a quick head whip, his eyes flickered over to the people who had just entered the bathroom. Anger. Rage. Fury. It was fueling him. Intoxicating him. He unintentionally flared his nostrils, feeling the crust pull at the sensitive spots of skin. The bald lanky piece of shit was cowering behind the dude that had gone ahead and tackled one of his mates, Marshall. Of course, there was anger towards both of them - more so the Octopus-looking fucker - but in a classic, stubborn Ayden way, he decided he was going to stand his ground. He had been here first; they could fuck off and find another girls toilets to braid their hair in if they didn’t want to be in the same space as him.

Rolling his eyes, Ayden turned his attention back to himself and gazed at the basin once more. The jumper, pooled at his wrists, was screaming to come off his body as it soiled by the memories of this morning’s battle. After all, if people were to ask about the bruising, he could simply claim it was the cancer kid’s fault. But it honestly just seemed like too much effort, and Ayden was tired. So, with a huff, he took hold of the hem once more and dragged it back over his head and down his body. I suppose his jumper would just have to be a trophy to show to others, to remind them just how he pegged that asshole to the ground and threw swings. Because the giant head dent in the side of the car wasn’t going to remind them about this event at all, right?

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LEON PIERCE

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Leon flashed Vera a lazy grin as Lexi took it upon herself to introduce him properly, though his gaze dropped the second he felt Lexi's elbow in his side. The grin returned to his face as he followed Lexi's eyes and caught sight of the two pills. His gaze remained fixed on the baggie as Lexi attempted to somewhat politely tell Vera to fuck off. He was almost certain the lack of subtlety wasn't lost on her and was curious as to what her reaction would be.

A small part of him hoped she'd say she wanted to join, or ask what they were doing. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted her to partake in their debauchery - he wasn't fully sold that she was the type, anyways - but more that he was interested to hear what Lexi's response would be. The route of honesty seemed an unlikely one, given the nature of the something they needed to "take care of." He'd always found himself drawn to harmless, albeit selfish, lies; loved weaving completely bullshit stories for no particular reason. He imagined in another life he'd been a scriptwriter and this was simply the remains of that.

So, he neglected to comment for the time being.

His eyes closed as the cloud of smoke from Lexi's mouth hit his face, and laughter erupted from him as she was subsequently hit with a coughing fit. He kept them closed for a moment, enjoying the sensation of the cool morning air on his face. When he reopened them, he was met with a view of Lexi, now laying down, offering Vera the remains of the communal joint, and found himself amused by the juxtaposition of her actions now and her words earlier.

The bell ringing in the distance forced him to tear his gaze from the two girls and look at their school instead. He found himself suddenly reminded that he'd meant to actually attend class that day. If he'd learned anything from his childhood with Liz as a questionable excuse of a mother, good intentions meant far more than the realization of them. He'd be back later, anyways. Probably.

"We can, like, walk you to class after you finish that if you want," he said, his eyes meeting Vera's as he stood and pointed a finger in the general direction of the school. He didn't know Vera, but he knew her music, and he was determined to not give her the impression that he was trying to get rid of her. He was, just a little, but not for a lack of wanting to get to know her; he hoped he'd run into her again before the Teller's gig. He simply had prior commitments he wanted to see through.

Admittedly, he wasn't completely certain what Lexi had in mind, but the history of their encounters provided him with a general idea of how their morning would play out.

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Thu, January 18, 2018
my best friend turned into a zombie! or was he one this whole time?!

Double chocolate chip muffin for Princess Emily. The moment Lauren saw the request, he was up from The Table. Luka already replying to the group chat meant there was no need for a goodbye, but Lauren did anyway. One hand placed on the top of Luke's head and tousling it like a good pup. It felt like a wire-haired terrier with the way Luka destroyed his hair with bleach. They knew he hated when they did this. After Luke’s growth spurt passed Lauren, they took any chance they could. It was the only sign of endearment their step-mother ever showed them. The little childish grin Lauren kept through all the years pressing through before speaking.

"See you at lunch~." Lauren checked his phone for the time before running to the cafeteria once more. The breakfast line was congested now as Lauren reached over two people for the very last perfect muffin. Even though their growth spurt had no advantage over Luke, it sure came in handy when needing it the most. With the cafeteria workers trying to hurdle the students into a single file line, Laury used the commotion to stuff the muffin under his jacket. The inside lining of the clothing still smelled like the candle in Cher’s room as he backed away for the free breakfast. Good call too as the morning bell rang and a new wave of students made his rogue mission a success… What class was it now?

Lauren didn’t have time to groan his disinterest. AP Calculus was really boring when they realized all his friends were in other classes together. All he had was Marsh but even then, no one can really talk when you have to learn math algorithms for a shit test promising college credit. After Lauren’s cringed seeing WWE era Dwayne The Rock Johnson taped down on the back of the math class’s door, he sat himself quite beside his usual classmate. Why was math sorted into group tables? No clue but Lauren was pretty sure teachers put kids they ship to sit next to each other, and Lauren really like his sitting buddy.

“Morning, Haru.” Lauren plotted down his muffin first before getting settled in. Sure the smile on Lauren’s face was an instinct on seeing someone he thought was cute but a snicker escaped as he recognized the smell anywhere… Usually this early in the morning it would be on Luka or Jack but Haru was a surprise since he always seemed “above it all”? It made him more interesting and approachable in Lauren’s eyes although a crush could cut off their arm and they’d find a way to justify it. Lauren kept looking forward as they pushed the muffin closer for Haru to take it as if they were being surveillance. “Knew stealing an extra muffin would come in handy.”

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  Emily put down her phone slipping it back into her pocket as the girl got into the car. When Elle introduced her, Emily gave the girl a warm smile in acknowledgement before looking out the window, her mind a million miles away as she half listened to the conversation going on around her.
  
  When they pulled into the carpark Emily snapped from her thoughts as she opened her door and got out, swinging her bag onto her back as she closed the car door behind her and started walking beside Ava towards the school "not even that late, i was sure we were going to miss first period" Emily commented as she took in the crowd of people still on their way to their first class. "Actually i don't think i have any classes with you Ava" Emily said with a frown as she tried to remember her classes mentally, although after first class her mind went blank as to who she was with but sure she would figure that out when it happens.
  
  "Ok so i will see you at lunch" Emily confirmed with Ava before turning to Eino "Come find me at lunch and have a good morning and nice to meet you Liv" she said cheerily before linking Elle's arm as the two headed towards pre-Calc. She really hoped that Eino made some friends and didn't struggle in his classes, but based on his behaviours she had witnessed this morning she believed he would be just fine in this school.
  
  "Whoever thought of putting math as the first class in the morning has some serious problems" Emily sighed as they approached the classroom "Like my brain doesnt work at this time and they give the hardest subject to really wake you up" a slight joking tone was present in Emily's voice as she spoke but in reality she was serious like Who thought maths first thing was a good idea and are they in jail yet?.
  
  The girls made it to class with seconds to spare and Emily was still trying to figure out how they made it in time, after nearly dying and going the scenic route to pick up a stranger they still had made it to school before first class started, she had to give props to Ava for that one. Emily quickly made her way to her seat in the back of the class, hoping to be seated with her books out before the teacher arrived.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

 

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Marsh's decision to flee the scene wasn't too surprising, and Cam couldn't blame him. Riding off into the sunset on a limo sounded far more enjoyable than a morning in Mancini's office, especially considering their current company. His sudden anger at Octopussy Octavian was unexpected, but Cam felt a strange feeling wash over him at the venom in Marsh's voice. Pride? Relief? Whatever it was, he was glad that he and Marsh were, at least momentarily, on the same page about Baldy.

He met Alex's eyes, conveying that he was fine despite the blood staining the lower half of his face and the neck of his hoodie. He knew his attempt at getting her to stay on the sidelines would be futile and was just grateful she didn't appear more hurt than she had been earlier.

He'd meant to help Ayden up, ask if he was alright, but the dude had disappeared before he got the chance. Cam watched him through the thinning crowd, his walk bearing a striking resemblance to that of a baby deer. Had he hit his head on the way down? Or perhaps Cam's face had proven a worthy opponent and he was feeling the aftermath. Just don't have a fucking concussion.

Octavian checking in on Noel was almost wholesome if you forgot that he'd started this whole thing. Cam listened to the interaction as his eyes followed Ayden, a significant amount of effort going into keeping them from rolling to the back of his head. If you need to be bleeding for girls to be into you, there was definitely something wrong with you. As if that wasn't already obvious.

The trek across the parking lot was completed with a hand pinching his nose shut, an unsuccessful attempt to stop the blood from falling. It wasn't too bad, more trickle than waterfall, but still annoying and messy. He half debated asking Alex if she had any tampons on her but decided against it, unsure if his nose was broken.

Considering how the day had gone, it tracked that the boys restroom would be "out of service" whatever the fuck that meant. His frustration finally bubbled, a heavy sigh escaping him as he followed Dr. Evil and Austin Powers towards the girls bathroom. "Fuck y'all waitin' for," he mumbled, pushing past the clowns standing in the way. "You look creepier jus standin' in the doorway," he said, looking over his should at them as he made his way towards the sinks.

He pulled the hoodie over his head, wetting a paper towel and dabbing it over the bloodied parts of him. He looked over at Ayden, only a sink separating them. "You, uh, you alright, man?" As soon as the words left him he knew they were fucking stupid. He'd just gotten his board and nose snapped less than five minutes ago; no shit he wasn't "alright" you complete idiot. Beginning to work on minimizing the stains on his hoodie, Cam cleared his throat before attempting to appear at least less socially inept than the likes of Noel. "Like, uh, how's your head feelin'?" That was slightly better.

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First class of the day was math, Mallory had been put in pre-calculus, which didn't really seem to fit her aesthetic of looking like a bimbo, but she had standards from her parents to live up to. They wouldn't want her to be any less than a star pupil, so failure was never an option in any class, potential or not. As she entered the classroom, the bell finally rang, it was typical for her to not be early, but also not be late.

Walking towards her assigned seat in the class, she noticed that only Alex was there, but that wasn't a problem. The two actually got on fairly well, surprisingly, considering that half the school hates Mallory, or at least the one they see. Giving the girl a smile and a small wave, she sat down next to the fellow brunette, pulling out her books for the class.

Half listening, the girl waited for her name to be called during the roll, raising her hand as she had done the entirety of her school career, speaking up she states, "Present." Giving Mrs. Mills a big smile, even though she hated the class, she couldn't help but admit that the teacher definitely made it worth attending.

The thought of Mrs. Mills immediately left Mallory's mind as she wasn't ready to come to terms with her sexuality just yet, the only time she had anything to do with it was if she was absolutely wasted, the most recent incident was over the break. Just the two girls knew about the encounter, so that was how it would stay, they don't talk to each other really since they're part of different "cliques", but Mallory truly wouldn't mind having her as a friend.

Focusing back, she catches the announcement of what they would be studying that day, opening her book to the page that was given to the class, Mal looks over towards Alex, "How was your winter break?" The brunette said to her desk partner, trying to make conversation as she wasn't quite ready to get into her studies.

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it wasn’t out of the ordinary for laury and luke to exchange friendly touch. not long after meeting in their youth did this become formality. part of their little brotherhood, the three were just like that. fans liked to refer often romantically towards these shows of affection and quite honestly the boys acknowledged it worked in their favor. truth be told, luke accepted these things happily. he barely even noticed much of the hair scruff. however, slightly distracted luke looked up a second too late as his friend ran off in the direction of the school cafeteria–assumably retrieving the muffin emily had requested from their lively group chat. “hey!” he said, getting up from the bench a little too fast–causing him to wobble a bit from the mix of no breakfast and alcohol intake. laury was already too far to hear. he watched as his friend entered the glass doors. he shrugged to himself, opening the nip up to take another swig. luke stopped himself before the bottle touched his lips, reminding himself that getting too drunk on the first day was not going to turn out the way he wanted it to. was it weird he felt a little bit of separation anxiety from his friend already? he hated being alone at school. he almost never was.

i’ll see him in second period. it’s cool.

kicking a bottle cap on the ground, luke slung his backpack snug on his shoulders and started the small trek to first period–pre-calculus. before he’d even entered the building, he recognized bright colored strands mixed with darks that he couldn’t have missed no matter how fucked up he was. “nat!” he exclaimed with a grin, walking over to her. she’d immediately turn around to flash a grin at him. it’d been a month since he’d seen his sis. not actually a sister, but more so a joke between them. and often they'd tell people they were siblings just for the fun of it. ever since they met they’d hit it off as friends easily. with her ability to stomach his sometimes brash and dark humor, it was much too easy and much too dangerous to let them have classes together. but he supposed that was the case for anyone who luke was close with. troublemakers fuck with troublemakers. that’s just how it goes.

“bro i haven't seen you in a minute--wait wait--you trying to hit this new pen i got from the dispo?” he offered, waving the bright yellow out before taking a hit, “it’s gas. 80 percent too.”--holding in the smoke as he talked then exhaling.

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  Alex pouted when Marsh took the glasses of her, she had hoped in the chaos he would have forgotten about them just as she had. She returned his wink with a smirk and a roll of her eyes, however, the concern she held would be visible just below the surface. She knew now was not the time to get into it but it would be something she would bring up at a later stage, she had never seen Marsh fully lose control like that before but for now he was ok and that was enough for her. She gave his a soft smile as he walked off before turning her attention back to the remaining boys in front of her.
  
  Alex shot Cam a small smile when he returned her eye contact and gave a very subtle nod acknowledging that she knew he was ok despite the fact that his appearance said otherwise. Alex knew better than anyone that sometimes cosmetic injuries looked alot worse than they are and that Cam had already suffered his fair share of injuries and fights so in the grand scheme of things a broken nose wasn't that big of a deal it was just a terrible way to start an already crappy day.
  
  Alex walked quietly beside Cam as they walked towards school, the silence wasn't uncomfortable but it was obvious neither of them really knew what to say to the other. First day back and they had already been in a fight and received an invitation to Ms. Mancini's office later in the day. "Some first day back" she commented a slight joking tone present in her voice but she quickly shut up as they realised the boys toilets were out of service. "I'm going to head to class, I'll catch you later" Alex squeezed Cam's arm lightly before heading off towards pre-calc and leaving Cam to walk back towards the girls toilets. If Cam had been annoyed in the car, she didn't even want to imagine what he was feeling now, she just hoped that nothing else happened today to set him off. Maybe we should have just skipped today
  
  Alex got to class just after the bell and sat down in her usual seat, taking out her books before sitting back comfortable in her chair, she caught a few people staring at her but one look in their direction made them quickly look back down at their books, she didn't know if it was her busted lip they were staring at or it was because they knew about the fight but either way Alex didn't like the attention and the feeling of eyes upon her was starting to irritate her. She was seconds away from snapping at them when a familiar brunette walked through the door and immediately put Alex's nerves to rest, at least now she had company. Alex gave her a smile as she sat down before turning her attention to the teacher as she began to do the roll call.
  
  "Here" Alex answered when her name was called as she sat a little forward in her seat to grab her pencil and open the book onto the correct page before easing back into her seat again. She began doodling on the side of her notebook but her attention diverted to Mallory when the girl spoke to her. "Ah it was ok i suppose, not as many parties as I would have liked" Alex smirked to cover the discomfort the thought of christmas break brought her, she had mainly spent it trapped in her room hiding from John or hiding in her house so no-one saw the damage John had inflicted, it was like a vicious merry-go-round and last night had been the final straw. "How was yours?" she asked trying to get the attention of herself. "Are you still with Sam?" she added as a second thought. She knew Sam through Cam and while she did get on with him she couldn't help but believe that Mallory deserved better than him, not that she would say that off course, it wasn't her place to.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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It was faster than lightning when Lola nearly hit the pavement, and suddenly people were running off around them like salmon trying to swim past a protruding rock. Oiwa nearly offered help, but it seemed like Lola picked herself up. She just looked kind of sad, and Oiwa felt REALLY terrible just looking at her, like when you watch one of those ASPCA ads and they show all the sad cats that got ditched by their owners. Serious downer.

Oiwa bit back a few choice expletives to offer Ms. Mancini, like calling her a smelly wet Florida swamp skank, because she didn't wanna get stuck in detention with Caillou and the gang. Instead her eyes swiveled towards Lola, and she licked her own teeth a bit, struggling to think of what she should say.

"Well that was something." Lola had said about the same thing. Names were in order. "Uh, I'm Oiwa." Oiwa internally realized that, aside from Raoul and a few funny internet babes, she didn't really have any friends. She was well aware of that fact, sure, but somehow it didn't really dawn on her until now, when she had to introduce herself like a normal human being to another presumably normal human being.

Thankfully, Lola was better at making plans.

"I'd love to have a snack. With you. It'd be fun and, uh, snacky." Snacky? What the FUCK does snacky mean? "Uh. Need help getting to class?" Oiwa wasn't even sure if this girl was new or not. She mostly kept track of the richies, y'know, good cannon fodder. She'd just learned a week ago that apparently Dante Narvaez had always lived here and didn't just suddenly start showing up last semester.

Oiwa probably couldn't have a group friend outing with Lola and Raoul.

He'd eat her alive.

"I have Algebra 2."

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[Twin Fantasy]

mood :

bothered

location :

bleachers

outfit :

mentions :

Leon, Lexi

interactions :

TheVoidQueen BracedJupiter72

Lukyanov,

Vera

Despite being as socially inept as a toddler, Vera understood when someone was trying to tell her to go fuck herself. It wasn't really subtle. Part of her, being the intrusive upstart she was, wanted to shrug and say she was coming along anyway. She doubted they were doing anything that would shock her. Drugs, probably. If she had to guess, something that gives a subtle high, though she wasn't entirely certain if these two were planning on going to school later.

She took a hit from the offered joint. "Thank you." The two others were looking at each other, practically giggling with childlike excitement at the terrible thing they were about to do. Vera wasn't sure if it was worth telling them that she'd snorted coke off of the backs of nude women before. Whatever they were planning on, it surely wasn't anything new. But how does one broach the topic? She had no reason to act aggressive other than the fact that the two people in front of her clearly thought she was a moron. But she was a moron who got a few free cigarettes and a hit off of their joint, so if nothing else, they were kind to morons.

Still, it bruised her ego to think she looked dumb enough to not know they were going to go off and get high.

She passed the joint back.

"I'm not going to class." As much as she'd love to share breathing air with a few awkwardly polite people and sit around doing math, there were always better things to be doing. "What is it you're doing? Xanax? Coke?" She paused, sort of for dramatic effect. "Heroin?"

It was cold outside, just the way she liked it. She wondered if they could tell that she liked heroin. Not enough to do it regularly, but enough to do it occasionally.

"Unless I've read the room incorrectly." It was possible they were excited about something more adequately juvenile -- whatever it is high school students like these days. TikTok. Fortnite. Something else that's inane. "In which case, my bad." Though now she was remembering that it'd be a good time to hit up Jaspers. His selection was always at its best early in the semester, when people were anxious and desperate for a pick-me-up. He'd stock up heavy on just about anything a person could want.

Maybe she'd shoot him a text.

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[Gao]

OCTAVIAN DE LA VEGA

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  SIGGGHHHHH I RLY DONT LIKE U BUT WHAT R THOSE.
• OUTFIT
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  SCHOOL
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  Marshall, Cam, Ayden, Noel

  Interactions

  weldherwings + TheVoidQueen + Twin Fantasy

Fading light and wine on the

curtains,

sickly

fumes stain the

mouths

of the glasses. The

dry

mouth and the

bleary

eyes preside over the

misery

of their

battered

body, a hirsute

slippage

of time, a rod of

asceticism

in a treatise on

debauchery.

"Fuck y'all waitin' for. You look creepier jus standin' in the doorway.”

Shuffling like awkward pelicans, the truth of Cam’s words spoke unneeded volumes of their behaviour. Noel and Octavian’s sheepish exterior no well-hidden secret, nervous tiptoes and shared reluctance in entering the Chamber of Secrets.

Mother duck Cameron led the charge, followed by duckling number one: the brazenly brave Noel, and duckling number two: an unhappy looking Avian.

In comparison to the other three, nostrils hemmed with blood and staining clothes with ruby, Ave, somehow, being the very innocent perpetrator he was, seemed to be the least damaged. Dregs of vermillion Ayden had done the honour of spattering over his face like bulldog drool, easy to remedy, aches and scrapes more hindrance than debilitating.

“Sorry.” Spoken soft, aimed at Noel at his side. “Didn’t mean to get you into shit so early in the semester.” He could hear Cameron interacting with Ayden, voices rebounding ivory tiles, and chose to ignore the presences entirely. Shrugging jacket from shoulders to avoid wet sleeves during clean-up.

Even after a decade, it never failed to temporarily falter Octavian; the boy mirroring actions in the glass pane. Religiously he’d mapped the stranger, their leaden eyes and features, trying to fill plasterwork in the ravine of disconnect to a face he must control. Maybe he could commit it to memory, paint the pathways of his mind to source future recollection, yet found no solace. Meeting someone new in each reflection, precedent was sure to repeat itself.

A nudge of sunglasses to settle snug on the bridge of his noise, head bowing to objective.

It was bared skin, some reality unable to mask, that distracted Octavian from prior intention. Stilling to the display of watercolour bruises littering arms, a damaged canvas of impact hits and stagnant blood. As always, Ave tried not to let stares linger, angling his head away in an act of dismissal, turning the tap on and running fingers under its rapids.

Avian knew it wasn’t his own doing. As much as he disliked the rabid boy, a friend of Marshall’s was off-limits for pummelling, and he’d kept his hands mostly to himself in Ayden’s meltdown moment. Perhaps the boy woke up everyday with a mission to anger people, and if that was the case, he was a stellar successor.

Overall, it wasn’t Octavian’s place to ask.

It wasn’t his place to ask.

A traitorous echo bled through every part, to question how and who, and do you need help? The only lid tempering an offer of compassion; his bubbling ire. Lost to conflict, he allowed his stubborn nature to fall away— not as a retreat, but a momentary cessation. Body and eyes remained focused on the sink as he broke his tense silence.

“What’s the deal with your arms?” Asked indifferently, there weren't high hopes for a civil, or even valuable response from the likes of Ayden.

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[weldherwings]

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THE SKATER BOY

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what im trying to say is that i fucked ur mom, you octopus fuck

location

Gorls bathroom ooo lala

oufit

Orange hooded jumper, black adidas pants, plain white shirt and black skate shoes

tag

Gao + Twin Fantasy + TheVoidQueen

just a heads up
ayden is foul

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Ayden Thompson

What was worse than having to share a girl’s bathroom with some bald-headed fuck who was in love with his car an unhealthy amount? Also having to spend it with the person who tackled you off of that very jerk, and tried to keep you down from letting you seek your revenge. Cameron walked through the door, pushing his way through the door only to have the others follow suit with a pathetic little waddle. The sight of the three of them entering the bathroom was ridiculous enough to Ayden that it resulted in, yet again, another eye roll and huff in their general direction. I suppose he was going to have to try and ignore the three of them now while trying to clean up.

However, ignoring them seemed as if it was going to be some sort of extreme task as Cameron took the sink two spots down from his own. The other boy opened his mouth, questioning if he was alright. Did he fucking look alright? Slowly, with a deadpan expression on his face, Ayden turned to look at the boy. There were no words that needed to be spoken for his face said it all; Are you fucking stupid? Do I look fucking ‘alright’ you toad face mule?. Ayden, as many people would’ve come to realize at this point, was a man of very few words. After all, what was the point of putting much effort into speaking when your face could do the job for you? His expressions were on point with his thoughts and feelings a majority of the time. But when Cameron asked how his head was feeling, there wasn’t any expression that Ayden could provide for an answer.

Because the real answer was that his head was throbbing. He felt lightheaded and he wanted almost to vomit if we were being completely honest. But that was a sign of weakness. He couldn’t let anyone see that side of him; ever. Especially that dumb bald-headed asshole who kept side-eyeing him. So, instead, he chose the next option; to flat-out ignore Cameron’s question. Instead, he turned his gaze back towards his hands as they captured the water flowing from the tap, pooling in his palms. Lifting it up to his face, he gave a final light scrub to the bloodied skin before gazing up to inspect if he was good to go. He would’ve been good to go, had it not been for a simple question that stopped him in his tracks.

He felt a cold breeze, his blood into ice as it circulated through his body. His spine stiffened and his heart buried itself deeper into his core, praying it would find some comfort and warmth in the pits of the boy. What’s the deal with your arms? Ayden’s dark eyes darted to the sleeves of his jumper, unconsciously already grabbing the hems of the sleeves and ensuring they were pulled down all the way to his wrists. With the combination of a possible concussion and the dread of Octavian’s question looming over his head, Ayden once again felt himself sway slightly on the spot. Hands clasped tightly onto the sides of the sink to keep his stability. There was no way he was going to look weak in front of these people.

“Why don’t you ask your Mum” Ayden’s voice filled the silence of the bathroom. His gaze, once settled on focusing on the sink he was holding on to for his dear life, slowly turned to Octavian in a rather psychopathic manner; he would’ve made the perfect villain in a horror or action film. “She loves to get a little rough in the bedroom, hey.” He stretched his back up straight, ensuring that he wasn’t slouching or showing any weakness in his posture. “Freaky little bitch likes to play with ropes when she’s getting fucked.”

Okay, maybe there was a good reason Ayden spent ninety percent of his time with his mouth shut.

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[Twin Fantasy]

mood :

beaten to shit

location :

women's room

outfit :

mentions :

Marshall, Avi, Ayden, Cam

interactions :

weldherwings TheVoidQueen Gao

Sheary,

Noel

Noel hissed at the feeling of his fingers on his nose. He ran water through his fingers, not making eye contact with anyone.

"My fault," he answered Avi, "he was your friend, I guess." Noel couldn't help but be a little upset that Octavian had more friends than he did. Not like Noel was making much of an effort, he was generally a loner, but nobody else made much of an effort either. None of them ever tried to be interesting. All they were into was like, anime and high-school grade American football. (Not even as good as regular football.)

His blood ran into the sink in big, red spurts, and he rolled his sleeves up. His own marks almost mimicked Ayden's, though the long lines were replaced with haphazard splashes of purple and blue that painted across his pale limbs.

So when Avi asked Ayden what those marks were, Noel's throat went tight. The response was to be expected. And of course he wasn't okay, none of them were. Noel looked like shit, his head still throbbed with pain and he felt like he might fall apart into pieces like a toppled LEGO structure, shattering where the fault lines in his bones were inlaid. He knew Avi was doing it less out of kindness and more to avoid the awkward silence in the room.

"'s none of our business, Avian." He tried to soften the blow of Ayden's "lol ur mom" response, knowing it could very well result in another, far more pathetic fistfight. He didn't want to say he saw a kindred spirit in Ayden, he wasn't a fucking poof, but at the very least he knew he wouldn't want strangers poking around in his private arm-wound-related business. He didn't even want close friends poking around in that business. He hissed loudly while pressing paper towels into his know. "Feck."

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[TheVoidQueen]

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cameron

the delinquent

Yeah, Ayden's death-glare was definitely deserved. Cam felt like he'd brought it back fairly well, though, and was genuinely concerned for the other boy's head. He'd tossed that thing at a car and a face with little concern; surely it at least hurt.

Maybe he already had brain damage.

Speaking of brain damage, Octavian's voice rang out, echoing throughout the bathroom. He hadn't noticed the marks on Ayden's arms, but he was all too familiar with them and their implication. Really, he couldn't have at least asked with more tact? The nosy fucker just didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Of course he was the least messed up after the fight he instigated; maybe that's why it seemed like he was trying to pick another one. After all, the chicks dig bruises or whatever.

Cameron froze, cold water washing over his hands in vain as he turned his head towards the rest of the boys appropriating the girl's restroom. He braced himself for the sound of fist connecting to face once more, and was thankful when it didn't come.

"Why don't you ask your mom."

Unsurprisingly, the relief didn't last long. Another one that just didn't know when to keep his mouth shut, Ayden kept tacking on more details about his escapades with Octavian's mom. Hey, maybe he could tell Ave where the fuck she went, not that Cam thought he'd particularly want to know.

He turned the water off and regretted it immediately, the sudden absence of background noise amplifying the drama of the current conversation topics at hand: Ayden's abuse and Octavian's neglect. Fun morning.

Drying his hands off on his pants, he made his way to the gaggle of boys, crossing his arms over his chest as he came to a stop next to Ayden.

"Yea, didn't you know the village bicycle's a freak, Ave?"

Somehow Noel was the most sensible person in the room.

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[doedeer]

lola violet davies

♫/clannad ost - a pair of idiots/♫

mood

new friend alert??? happy, but anxious and flustered

location

walking to math

oufit

tag

oiwa Twin Fantasy

as the crowd cleared out, disorientation turned into a moment of clarity for lola. her words to the red-haired girl were genuine, yet due to the redundancy of past foreswearing she uttered them practically bracing for possible rejection. it was something she could easily be upset by, but couldn’t help but expect. however in a surprising turn of events, such was not the case.

“oh wow!” –bright, goofy smile appeared instantaneously and followed with a small, awkward pause she revelled in. the girl swelled with happiness, shooting straight up and clutching tight the peeling blue on her backpack straps. oiwa oiwa. oi! oi matey… oink–

“oh right class! agh! erm… i.. have trigonometry..” she uttered, shoo’ing away her silly wordplay, “algebra two.. i-it’s right before ms. yanaba’s–oh gosh, oh–i can’t be late. w-we should go!!!”

clumsily, she hopped stair over stair–only looking back at oiwa with her face painted in urgency. see, lola would’ve tried her hardest to act cool in front of her new potential friend, but ms. yanaba was truly a scary woman. one that didn’t give lola even a sliver of an easier time despite her status as mr. davies’ only daughter–something she wasn’t used to. asking her for the bathroom pass at anytime was awful and lola only felt worse thinking of what the stoic woman would say if she appeared after the final bell. “why are all the teachers at this school so scary?”

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[Gao]

OCTAVIAN DE LA VEGA

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  I'm calm. I'm so calm. I'm chill. Chilling. im fINEAHBVSIJFNA IM FINE I FUCKGI HATE U CAM I MGONA RIP UR HAIR OFF AND WEAR IT WE WERE FRIENDs ONCE I I HATE U AND MISS U SO MUCH
• OUTFIT
• LOCATION

  SCHOOL
• Mentions

  Marshall, Cam, Ayden, Noel

  Interactions

  weldherwings + TheVoidQueen + Twin Fantasy

Fading light and wine on the

curtains,

sickly

fumes stain the

mouths

of the glasses. The

dry

mouth and the

bleary

eyes preside over the

misery

of their

battered

body, a hirsute

slippage

of time, a rod of

asceticism

in a treatise on

debauchery.

Noel’s loyalty had been misplaced, but the sentiment remained. Without rhyme or reason they’d leapt to help, something not so easily overlooked to a boy who valued allegiance. With a lukewarm smile he gave his friend a pat on the back, a thank-you and offer of comfort despite the error.

“Let me know if you need help with—” a vague, incredibly awkward motion to their abundant damages. “Y’know. Everything.”

But such tenderness could not mirror others in the bathroom, especially after offering the thinnest olive branch and having it countered with the slap of an iron gauntlet.

Why don’t you ask your Mum.

He should’ve expected a flavour of snide, a roll of white behind black glass panes. But the alabaster of Ayden’s hands drew observant nature, gripping a sink of matching hue. This is bark, lesser bite— not completely muzzled, not yet, something pinned to a corner with nothing but bared teeth and talons. The question had been unwelcome, Ave could understand that much. Noel’s reasoning acknowledged by the slightest head turns in their direction.

Noel was right, it wasn’t their business, it wasn't worth the time.

But Ayden continued to speak, and Octavian could soon taste it. Copper coating his mouth, tongue caught in teeth and buzzing with rust. A passing vice, the ire and linchpin trigger to lunge. He thought he could withstand it; not let himself become it, this magnetising instinct. One usually not so easily upheaved from the regolith of Octavian’s bones, to move. Cross the bathroom and send knuckles into the porcelain of their jaw, lowered to marionette of tendon and sinew and strung along by appeal of impulse.

Biting down the volley of caprice in exchange for well-behaved disregard, Mimosa taught him better.

Marshall told him better.

Hell, even Noel was being sensible.

Stood in a dominion of eerie silence and greasy bathroom lighting, it was hard to hold his tongue and his fists. A tap fell silent, air chilled and pluming with the deteriorating notion of self-control. Impulse or nature, the clarity was blurring boundaries. Footsteps matching a pulse echoing in his molars, grated smooth like white stones to the roll of ocean tides.

They always had a way of wedging claws into a wound, splitting seams Ave so meticulously fastened. A shell of a friend, a childhood brother, that was the friction.

Didn't you know the village bicycle's a freak, Ave?

He’d hardly registered it, the impact of his fist as it found its mark. Pivoted sharp and driven knuckles under ribs with intent to wrench wind from lungs, a blunt force he would almost savour if not blinded by Vesuvius red. Less human and more vessel, perhaps this was a better solution than allowing the bitterness to blot skin like a bruise that never stopped aching.

Unlucky catalyst of Avian’s expired pacifism; whether bad timing or indulging the opportunity to strike the familiar adversary, he didn’t know. An idle wasteland now flared with acidic anger, fists continued to be thrown, intent on making Cameron feel as raw as he did when stuck in their presence.

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[neverbackdown]

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  Penny put the last book in her bag before closing her locker and walking off towards her class. She hadn't seen any of her friends yet but didn't mind as she knew she would see them later on. It was first day back after all and the day had barely just began.
  
  Penny heard the bell ring and slowly walked towards her first class, she was in no real rush to get to maths, her least favourite subject, she just couldn't get her head around it like why did letters have to get involved in a number game? After all, she wouldn't need any of this maths in life, she wasn't going to become an Accountant, no definitely not. Her mind drifted to her future as she imagined herself a backup dancer on stage, going on tour with celebrities like Taylor Swift and Katy Perry, a smile gracing her features as she allowed herself to get lost in her daydream, her body moving on autopilot through the school. After so many years, it was like second nature moving around this school, she knew it like the back of her hand.
  
  As she walked past the girls bathrooms, Penny almost shrugged to herself, she was already late so what did it matter if she took a pitstop. With a dreamy smile still on her features Penny swung the door open but was shocked by what she encountered. Eyes wide Penny looked at the fighting boys infront of her, without saying so much of a word Penny slowly stepped back out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her as her eyes scanned the door to find the sign, did she go to the wrong bathroom? Her eyes finally landed on the outline of a girl wearing the little dress and raised an eyebrow, so it was the right bathroom.
  
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[TheVoidQueen]

click!

Nati

all bite, no bark

location

front of school

outfit

interactions

Luke ; Teo (ment)

tags

doedeer weldherwings

pay attention to me...

The Vidal household was a lively place during the holidays. Always full of friends, family, and strangers; the air swimming with the smells of various foods and music; impeccably decorated inside and out. Or, at least, that had been the case in previous years. Even last year, when things had just started to go to shit, the house had been transformed into a winter wonderland and hosted a handful of festive events.

This year there was nothing of the sort. Putting up the Christmas tree had been a miserable, solitary experience done out of nothing but habit when it had customarily been one of the few things they did as a family outside of church.

This year there had been no one but her and the dog, her parents having decided to take a trip to Columbia under the pretense of wanting to spend time with her mom's side of the family. She knew that the trip was a thinly veiled attempt at begging for money - like everything was nowadays - and she was pretty sure her mother's family wasn't stupid.

She wasn't upset about it - who the fuck got sad about having a mansion to themselves? Weirdos and clingy fuckers. Nat was obviously neither, or at the very least much too prideful to admit to being both.

She missed her friends more than she missed her parents, Luke having spent the winter in Italy doing prettyboy shit and her being too embarrassed to invite anyone else over. Loneliness has a funny way of becoming a self fulfilling prophecy. All those shows and movies that made quicksand out to be a major issue were right.

Church had been her only socialization for the past month, meaning Jesus and Teo had been her main companions and sources of entertainment. She was almost excited to be going back to school; maybe some form of normalcy would come of it.

She wasn't supposed to be driving the Benz - both because her parents didn't want her to and because she legally couldn't - but there was no one around to stop her. Arriving in style was important on the first day back, an indication that she was, as always, better than her peers. Her outfit aided in this illusion of grandeur, the cold clearly having gotten the better of the weak bitches.

Despite having been uncharacteristically early, sitting in her empty classroom was simply not an option. She deserved to be seen, so she sat by the steps to enter the school building. Most of her brainpower was focused on not shivering, so her normally resting bitch face was less intense than normal. May God have mercy on any soul that decided to speak to her. She was almost craving it, the idea of someone to tear into after a month of silence damn near making her mouth water.

"Nat!"

Oh. Anyone except him. Luke's familiar voice was music to her ears, immediately causing her to break into a massive grin as she turned towards the direction of his voice.

"Oh thank fuck, I was dying to see you!"

she exclaimed as she took the pen from his hand.

"Italy better have been worth ditching me,"

she said, her words accompanied by a steady stream of smoke.

She jumped down from her seat on the railing of the steps, returning the pen to Luke. She looked him up and down, her boots helping her feel less minuscule next to his lanky figure. Still grinning, she nodded her head towards him as she began walking towards the entrance of the building,

"You at least meet anyone fun overseas?"

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THE SKATER BOY

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take that octopussy

location

Gorls bathroom ooo lala

oufit

Orange hooded jumper, black adidas pants, plain white shirt and black skate shoes

tag

Gao + neverbackdown + Twin Fantasy + TheVoidQueen

Ayden Thompson

Big apes will always be one thing: big apes.

It came as no surprise that the biggest ape of all - Octavian - had resorted to using his fists rather than his words when it came to retaliation. It was caveman mentality, and Avian was really drenched in the Neanderthal aesthetic, wasn’t he? While Ayden could’ve joined into this new commotion, swinging a club and pounding on his chest, he decided against it (for once in his life). After all, his head was already throbbing; this additional little play fight was only going to grow his piercing headache. And whilst it had tickled his fancy having another on his side, throwing shade at the bald child’s mother and implying the woman was nothing more than a common prostitute, Ayden was still unsure of the alliance between himself and Cam. Have we forgotten that Cameron was the one who threw him to the ground and pinned him down instead of letting Octavian get what he deserved?

So, instead of focusing on throwing fists in another rampaged fit, Ayden gracefully floated from his spot towards the paper dispenser. Pulling a large glad down, he then ventured towards the closest sink. As the water flowed from the tap, he brought the paper towel underneath to dampen it. The paper swelled in size, collecting and enveloping the water that ran over it. Once it had consumed all that it could handle, he silently turned off the tap and began to form the paper. Much like a snowball, he compressed and tightened the handful of moist paper towels to get it as small and dense as possible. All he needed now was a distraction.

A head popped in for a moment only to rush off once more. A disappointed grimace fell upon the boy’s face. Great; it was probably a girl about to go and hunt down a teacher to let them know the wilding were at play again. Or she was going to go and gather friends to come and gawk at the clown show in the circus of a bathroom. The once disheartened facial expressions upon his voice melted away when the door opened once more. A shimmer of sunshine came in the form of long, blonde locks and a bubbly expression. And when she spoke, it was like honey to his ears; and it stopped the boys right on their tracks.

A perfect time

A raised arm lunged backwards and in full force followed through forward. The large wet ball flung from his hand and landed right on target; splat! Just as it would’ve had it been thrown onto the wall or ceiling, the wet paper combination stuck firmly against the bald boy’s exposed skin upon his cranium. Bingo! The six-year-old in Ayden was cackling his brains out. But rather than bringing any sort of attention to his actions that had just transpired, he instead looked at the girl who had just entered the room. Well, surely, where were their manners? His arm, once used to throw his slopping wet weapon, was now raised with a welcoming hand, waving back at force towards the girl. “Hi!” he said in a rather cheerful, un-Ayden-like tone as he stood there waving.

What a manic.

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[doedeer]

luke tellegio

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“honestly it was beat–milan’s overrated and the weed sucks.” he responded with a shrug, “and i hate seeing family.” luke stuffed the pen in his back pocket, pulling his pants up for a moment just for them to sag again. “your hair looks sick by the way. i’m getting my shit done today actually,”--as he scuffed at the top of his hair a bit, upkeeping it as spiky and messy as he liked it, “i didn’t meet anyone as fun as this girl i’m talking to right now.”

luke took his phone out, pulling up calliope byrne’s instagram page and scrolling momentarily as he flashed it in nat’s face. on his own face was a grin, feeling quite proud to show her off. “not gonna lie.. i’m in love.” the words emerging from him were not with any slight of hesitation–partly because his confidence in nat was solid but luke didn’t feel any tinge of withheld feelings about her. admittedly, their hangout sesh at his pad was all he’d be thinking about today.

putting his phone away, he’d brush off nat’s reaction and inevitable teasing with a gritted smile. together they walked towards ms. mills’--luke ignoring the girls passing by trying to shoot him flirty smiles. rather funny how the reminder of his infatuation for calli would turn him away from acknowledging fangirls in the halls so suddenly. in these moments a part of him just wanted to bolster his little crush as much as possible even in a sacrifice of being roosevelt’s most coveted (at least to the npc-ass girls that filled this school). if he pushed the manifestation of actually getting with a girl he wanted to stick with, maybe it would really be true. the libation would be worth it anyhow and if not? it wasn’t like these girls wouldn’t be there for the fall.

though he wouldn't admit it, subconsciously..it was comforting for a man of such ego.

“how about you huh? no way in hell you didn’t get with anyone over break…so, who is it?” he raised a brow, about to open the door to pre-calc but eager to hear his best friend’s response–ready to step in front of the door, half-jokingly–half not, if she chose secrecy from him. a girl? hot. cool. but a dude? also whatever, but in terms past hook-ups? luke would be tried to figure out the guy’s real intentions with her. it was just the older brother instinct in him.

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[Miaow]

tw; drug deal

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Distorted Light Beam (Reprise)
— Bastille

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the fit

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Lauren

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Haru Nagase

― "the spoiled."

Haru slumped down in his chair, getting his notepad and pen from his backpack. He wasn't actually planning on making notes, his pen looked all wiggly in his fingers and he kind of just wanted to wave that shit around all morning. His pen was made of jello, that was hilarious.

Speaking of jello, he was starving. He'd spent all his money on weed and he couldn't exactly sneak out to the vending machine, anyway. His tummy had the rumblies that only jello could satisfy. Wait, he didn't even like jello.

As he twiddled his pen, the sweet smell of muffin hit his nostrils. Goddamnit, who the hell was eating muffin in class, didn't they know he was starving to dea-- Oh, it was Lauren. That was fine, maybe Lauren would share his sweet sweet muff-- HE HAD A SECOND MUFFIN. He glanced at Lauren, then the muffin, then Lauren, then the muffin. As Lauren slid it closer like it was a form of contraband, Haru followed suit, sweeping it closer to him with his arm so it was hidden from sight. Fuck yeah, pre-calc muffin time.

As he bit off a chunk, he glanced over at Lauren. Oh crap, he'd said good morning, Haru was far too interested in his snacks.

"Morning--"

He muttered through a mouthful of muffin.

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[Twin Fantasy]

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The Bathroom Club

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doedeer (Lola)

Narukami,

Oiwa

Oh thank God. Oiwa was a non-zero level of terrified that her dogshit greeting would go over like a bag of lead bricks. And oh yeah they had class ah shit.

"Fuck. Shit. You're right. Mr. Van Galder is gonna..." Probably grunt at me and write an angry email to my aunt. Still, nothing kills quite like an angry letter. That old coot was getting more and more tired of her as time went on, though, so maybe he'd just give up after a full semester of nonstop fuckery. Thankfully, after math was a one-two double hit of Mr. Spraggins and Mr. Davies being the nicest little pushovers a girl could ask for. Then there was Mrs. Perkins, who was just an obnoxious bitch. Pretty good schedule all around.

Still, she was gonna get a new asshole torn open for being late on the first day back, and another talk about school etiquette with auntie was the last thing Oiwa wanted. So she followed Lola as close as she could, considering she was a short-legged, terminally online teenage girl who only retained her muscle density through kicking people. (And she didn't have anyone to kick over the break besides her cousin.)

But as they went down the halls, she heard something unusual. If she were an animal, her ears would've pricked up and swiveled around like sonar receivers.

"Wait." Her mouth cracked into a wild grin. She could hear through the door to the girl's bathroom that those boys were fighting again. This was starting to feel like Undertaker and Kane during the Attitude era, they just would not quit going at it and it was amazing. "Do you hear that? They're doing it again in the girl's room." Actually, fuck all that, this was more like Hulk Hogan versus Andre the Giant -- iconic.

God, Oiwa was pissed that her aunt didn't have cable.

"You wanna..." She nudged her head towards the bathroom door. The single female voice in there wasn't much of a deterrent. "I mean. Fuck math, y'know?"

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cameron

the delinquent

Cam was beginning to feel like a bobblehead. He was still feeling the aftermath of having been on the receiving end of Ayden's hard head earlier that morning. The ten minutes since he'd gotten a face full of forehead had felt eternal; the brawl in the parking lot a lifetime ago.

Maybe time just slowed down when you were getting your shit rocked. As Ave laid into him repeatedly, he felt like Quicksilver, like he was moving so quickly that everything around him wasn't.

What would Palo or Yano say if they knew he was just taking a semi-public beating from the likes of Octavian? One that he'd walked into, no less. You deserve this.

Clearly Ayden agreed with Cam's inner voice. The rage he'd demonstrated earlier seemed to have evaporated from his body as Cam watched him, calm as ever, walk towards the faucets. The decision to prioritize cleanliness now seemed a bit bizarre but Ayden owed him nothing, no loyalty or-

Splat!

"Hi... eh hello."

This had to be divine timing or some shit. Ayden's hand perched atop Octavian's bald ass head, a sopping wet paper towel acting as a barrier between the two, and a small, pretty, blonde girl walking in on the traveling circus. Cam wasn't entirely sure which of the two were responsible for his reprieve from Octavian's violence, but he was thankful for both.

Swollen eyes widened slightly at Ayden's strangely chipper tone before landing back on Penny, putting on the best smile he could without splitting his lip.

"Sorry Pen, the, uh, boy's room was locked 'n' we needed to clean up,"

he explained, sheepishness oozing from him. His eyes flickered briefly to the paper towel on Octavian's head. What, exactly, prompted Cameron to reach for it and press the side that hadn't made contact with Ave's scalp to his own bloodied face remains a mystery even to him. Convenience was his best guess.

"Didn't mean to make a mess."

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[floralmoon]

mallory

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Dounia & Kehlani

Rich Girl Mood

tw: mention of drug use

Alex mentioned that her summer was alright, and how she wished that there were more parties that she could've gone to. Mallory nodded in agreement, she definitely would've enjoyed a few extra parties throughout the break from school. "How was yours?" The girl questioned.

Well, to be honest, Mallory hadn't really done much except for drinking and popping xanax every chance that she could while in her room. Other than that, there wasn't really anything exciting that happened. "It kinda sucked to be honest, spent most of my time locked in my room." Another question followed, this time about Sam.

"We're back together, yeah. He's been a fucking dick lately, but it's fine." She reassured her friend that was sitting next to her. The relationship between Sam and Mallory was solely based on the fact that they wanted to become prom royalty. That was about the only thing that the two had in common, hence why their relationship is so rocky.

Mallory starts on the assignment that the teacher had just handed out, slightly rolling her eyes. Even if she was the "Queen Bee" at school, her parents relied on her heavily to get her work done and have good grades, they could easily afford the tuition, but they wanted their daughter to have a few scholarships to show the initiative and want to actually attend college.

Once more, she looks over to Alex, speaking up again, "You got your eye on anybody?" She loved being in the loop of other people's business, and only the people she considers friends are safe from being blackmailed with their secrets though. She would do anything to gain the upperhand on people, no matter how dirty it was.

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