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"all i do is finesse, man."
code by low fidelity.
Jordan rolled his eyes at Will's words concerning Sophia. "I don't have a good rep on remembering shit. You of all people should know that, dude." While he didn't necessarily need it, Jordan clasped his hand in Will's at the offer, and stood up from his place on the arm rest.
Sophia's words over to William were nothing short of bold. It was evident in her tone and how she carried herself that she wasn't someone to be messed with. In some ways she reminded him of Gen, J.J. and Adriane. Jordan couldn't help but smirk at the familiarity, Helluva' coincidence, he thought to himself as he settled his bag over his shoulders. It was when he turned around to face Sophie and Will that Jordan was met with a set of evidently well-taken care of hands. Jordan nodded, and took Sophia's hand in loosely. He didn't clasp his hand down much past her fingers, and snapped at his thumb once his hands were nearly closed. Jordan had dapped her up, they were bound by blood now. Or at least it marked a newfound friendship, that alternative was so much lamer.
"Big deal? It's a lot of big deals at our school y'know?" Jordan let out a short laugh. "But hey, I'll do my homework on 'ya, Mirage."
At word of Halloween, Jordan's lips instictively twisted in thought. What the hell was he going to be costumed as this year? Would he be doing a joint costume with his roommates? Juliette? Gen and Elias? Maggie?! It felt like the world had suddenly zoomed out focus for Jordan, everything suddenly so blurred and in the air. He hated how indecisive he was, and deciding on who to do a group costume with didn't make things much easier. WILL? His brain exploded once more at the glance over to the friend on his right.
The feeling of someone-- Sophie's hand around his neck snapped him awake from his trance though. She'd said something about boys being pretty, and to fill the silence Jordan had responded with a chuckle of his own. Nothing too loud or too quiet he made sure. Just right.
Jordan fell victim to an onslaught of messages on his phone during the short walk from the lobby to the cafe. He wasn't sure how evident it was, but his face had stayed glued to his phone throughout their venture for food, and he'd thanked God multiple times that Sophie was conveniently leading him with her arm around his shoulder.
"Dogs. Will, can you remind me about dogs?" Jordan chimed without looking up from his phone screen.
It was only a matter of time before the attention spent on his phone messages surpassed that of Jordan's basic cognitive function. With Gen upset at him, it sort of made every other DM feel like a weight to his already impending doom with her. His phone clattered loudly against the floor as he'd basically walked right into another student. Jordan let out a sigh mixed both wist anger, and exhaustion as he bent down to find the phone. "My bad." Odd for Jordan, he was an avid apologizer and found himself apologizing for his apologies themselves most of the time. But right now, his head just wasn't where it needed to be.
"Just... Ugh, go on without me." Jordan dismissed Sophie and Will but it immediately hit him how mean that must've sounded. "And uh... tell everybody I said hi?" He added quickly before continuing his wild search for the phone, the skate board protruding his backpack serving as a pike to back everyone away. Eventually he'd found the phone, and a message from J.J. She wanted to talk, and Jordan wasn't sure he wanted to be more of a nuisance to his friends at lunch anyways. He found himself wandering away with his phone instead of joining in the cafeteria, and in spite of Gen's warnings, Jordan saw meeting up with J.J. as a way of truly getting back into the groove of things. He hated to think he was using her either... but in how drastically his morning had turned sour, he definitely needed to see her.
It didn't take long for Jordan to find the janitor's closet, and he'd taken equal focus on not being followed as he did on getting there quickly. He leaned onto the deepermost wall, breathing deep, and heavy breaths caused both by stress he so desperately wanted to avoid, and just how little air cycled through the janitor's closet.
Jordan hadn't seen J.J. for weeks since his suspension and his mind filled itself with thoughts of what their first experience with him back would be like. He vaguely remembered the night he and J.J. had first gotten together. He was that drunk and Jordan never drank to stupor. Jordan had only opted to continued afterwards because he was fueled by a curiosity into how the whole f.w.b. thing worked, and well, Juliette was stunning. It was hard to say no even after he'd started to rethink things, mainly because she'd started to hint at them being more than just a casual fling. Jordan felt they were a secret for a reason-- an affair born in secret, and one that should stay that way. It was evident how correct he was in Gen's reaction to the whole thing.
He didn't do good with girlfriends, Adriane was a prime example of him not meeting the bar, and he didn't see the need in letting Juliette down. Especially now with Gen at his throat about it. Shit, he did really need to see her.
"Jules! Thank G- you're not Juliette." Jordan pointed out to himself. It often took his brain an extra second to absorb and react to things unlike the rest of his body, in this case, his mouth. He looked the skinny, gray old man up and down, and felt the room grow increasingly hotter. He'd been caught. In a panic, Jordan reverted to a lesson taught to him by his father. He slowly brought his hand down to his pocket, still eye to eye with the janitor, and extended a $20 bill towards him. The man clasped his hand tight around the bill and passed the mop in his hand onto Jordan before shutting the door and disappearing without a word.
"Whew." He brushed beads of sweat off of his forehead, and tossed the mop over to the closet corner. Jordan slouched down onto the floor, his Jordan shoes screeching against the floor as he did so, before he landed flat with a thud. "Jules..." He whispered to himself as he wallowed in his own self-pity. He'd only been back to school a day and it felt like there was already so much weight over his shoulders.
Sophia's words over to William were nothing short of bold. It was evident in her tone and how she carried herself that she wasn't someone to be messed with. In some ways she reminded him of Gen, J.J. and Adriane. Jordan couldn't help but smirk at the familiarity, Helluva' coincidence, he thought to himself as he settled his bag over his shoulders. It was when he turned around to face Sophie and Will that Jordan was met with a set of evidently well-taken care of hands. Jordan nodded, and took Sophia's hand in loosely. He didn't clasp his hand down much past her fingers, and snapped at his thumb once his hands were nearly closed. Jordan had dapped her up, they were bound by blood now. Or at least it marked a newfound friendship, that alternative was so much lamer.
"Big deal? It's a lot of big deals at our school y'know?" Jordan let out a short laugh. "But hey, I'll do my homework on 'ya, Mirage."
At word of Halloween, Jordan's lips instictively twisted in thought. What the hell was he going to be costumed as this year? Would he be doing a joint costume with his roommates? Juliette? Gen and Elias? Maggie?! It felt like the world had suddenly zoomed out focus for Jordan, everything suddenly so blurred and in the air. He hated how indecisive he was, and deciding on who to do a group costume with didn't make things much easier. WILL? His brain exploded once more at the glance over to the friend on his right.
The feeling of someone-- Sophie's hand around his neck snapped him awake from his trance though. She'd said something about boys being pretty, and to fill the silence Jordan had responded with a chuckle of his own. Nothing too loud or too quiet he made sure. Just right.
Jordan fell victim to an onslaught of messages on his phone during the short walk from the lobby to the cafe. He wasn't sure how evident it was, but his face had stayed glued to his phone throughout their venture for food, and he'd thanked God multiple times that Sophie was conveniently leading him with her arm around his shoulder.
"Dogs. Will, can you remind me about dogs?" Jordan chimed without looking up from his phone screen.
It was only a matter of time before the attention spent on his phone messages surpassed that of Jordan's basic cognitive function. With Gen upset at him, it sort of made every other DM feel like a weight to his already impending doom with her. His phone clattered loudly against the floor as he'd basically walked right into another student. Jordan let out a sigh mixed both wist anger, and exhaustion as he bent down to find the phone. "My bad." Odd for Jordan, he was an avid apologizer and found himself apologizing for his apologies themselves most of the time. But right now, his head just wasn't where it needed to be.
"Just... Ugh, go on without me." Jordan dismissed Sophie and Will but it immediately hit him how mean that must've sounded. "And uh... tell everybody I said hi?" He added quickly before continuing his wild search for the phone, the skate board protruding his backpack serving as a pike to back everyone away. Eventually he'd found the phone, and a message from J.J. She wanted to talk, and Jordan wasn't sure he wanted to be more of a nuisance to his friends at lunch anyways. He found himself wandering away with his phone instead of joining in the cafeteria, and in spite of Gen's warnings, Jordan saw meeting up with J.J. as a way of truly getting back into the groove of things. He hated to think he was using her either... but in how drastically his morning had turned sour, he definitely needed to see her.
It didn't take long for Jordan to find the janitor's closet, and he'd taken equal focus on not being followed as he did on getting there quickly. He leaned onto the deepermost wall, breathing deep, and heavy breaths caused both by stress he so desperately wanted to avoid, and just how little air cycled through the janitor's closet.
Jordan hadn't seen J.J. for weeks since his suspension and his mind filled itself with thoughts of what their first experience with him back would be like. He vaguely remembered the night he and J.J. had first gotten together. He was that drunk and Jordan never drank to stupor. Jordan had only opted to continued afterwards because he was fueled by a curiosity into how the whole f.w.b. thing worked, and well, Juliette was stunning. It was hard to say no even after he'd started to rethink things, mainly because she'd started to hint at them being more than just a casual fling. Jordan felt they were a secret for a reason-- an affair born in secret, and one that should stay that way. It was evident how correct he was in Gen's reaction to the whole thing.
He didn't do good with girlfriends, Adriane was a prime example of him not meeting the bar, and he didn't see the need in letting Juliette down. Especially now with Gen at his throat about it. Shit, he did really need to see her.
"Jules! Thank G- you're not Juliette." Jordan pointed out to himself. It often took his brain an extra second to absorb and react to things unlike the rest of his body, in this case, his mouth. He looked the skinny, gray old man up and down, and felt the room grow increasingly hotter. He'd been caught. In a panic, Jordan reverted to a lesson taught to him by his father. He slowly brought his hand down to his pocket, still eye to eye with the janitor, and extended a $20 bill towards him. The man clasped his hand tight around the bill and passed the mop in his hand onto Jordan before shutting the door and disappearing without a word.
"Whew." He brushed beads of sweat off of his forehead, and tossed the mop over to the closet corner. Jordan slouched down onto the floor, his Jordan shoes screeching against the floor as he did so, before he landed flat with a thud. "Jules..." He whispered to himself as he wallowed in his own self-pity. He'd only been back to school a day and it felt like there was already so much weight over his shoulders.
geminiy
v tired
Twitter had grown dull as the little boys scampered off to their respective hidey holes, leaving Gen both sufficiently satisfied and thoroughly bored. Sure, it was fun to chase away spineless pricks and, although it may have seemed almost evil, Gen prided herself on a good bitchy job well done. But there was still another fifteen minutes before class was due to begin and she was left without entertainment.
Mindlessly scrolling through her phone led her down a rabbit hole of fashion threads and makeup trends, subconsciously judging as she went along. That neckline was tacky, that one had too much ruching, too monotone, too colourful. That model needed to straighten up, the next needed to work her eyes more. Gen and Evie could do so much better than those chumps and Gen knew it. The two were an unstoppable power duo. They had bright futures ahead of them so long as Gen didn’t get herself thrown in jail for harassment and Evie could stop simping over assholes for five minutes.
Toni approaching her brought her from her trance as she carefully placed her phone down beside her, looking up as he walked over. If Gen was being honest, she forgot Toni existed half the time. The two ran in very different circles, leading them to rarely cross paths. But the few interactions Gen had with Toni over the years were pleasant enough. He wasn’t an asshole nor did he act like she was some queen he needed to bow down before. He seemed like a genuine person and Gen could get behind that.
“Of course, we’ll have to go grab them though.” Gen agreed with a smile, standing up and tucking her phone in the waistband of her black skirt. “No need to worry about the condition, though I would like them back. Take some photos or a photocopy so you can keep them.”
Gen walked down the hall to her locker, carefully twisting open the lock. Pulling her math notebook from her meticulously kept locker, she handed it to Toni and carefully swung the door shut.
“There you are. Everything from first class until now. Should be good enough.” Gen said, leaning back against her locker. “I’ll grab them from you tomorrow morning, I’m probably going to be running around at lunch.”
The bell signalling that class was about to begin rang overhead, tired students groaning in response. Gen couldn’t help but laugh slightly at their disgruntled expressions as she clutched her textbook and binder to her chest.
“I should be off. Good luck in math!” Gen said sweetly with a nod before leaving Toni and making her way to her class.
The morning went by painfully slow, like a dull knife through cold butter. So, when the lunch bell finally made its stunning appearance, Gen was the first person out of class. She needed a break from school and bullshit and, most importantly, she needed to talk to Evie. She was tired of fighting with her best friend, exhausted from the back and forth over Twitter DMs. Gen needed a real, concrete conversation without screens and character limits.
As she was carefully putting her things away, a figure approaching her caught the corner of her eye. Gen’s jaw clenched tightly as she silently hoped the King of the Manwhores would simply pass along by her and not say a word. There was nothing she had left to say to Kordei Grant besides several clever ways of asking him politely to fuck off.
For a moment, her wish had come true. Kordei passed her without so much as a word. The breath escaped Gen’s carefully glossed lips as she watched him walk. She wanted to punch that forever lasting smirk clean off his face, take that swagger right out of his step. Gen knew she’d never like Kordei and she hoped that he had gotten the message after she publicly pulled him apart.
And then he was turning around and walking back towards her, Gen’s eyes habitually rolling beneath fluffy lashes. Maybe he just forgot something or was looking for someone or took a wrong turn. Maybe he wasn’t going to talk to her and just walk on by again.
"Gen."
Fuck.
“Kordei.” Gen huffed, the door of her locker blocking the boy from view. She could feel the blood in her veins boiling, body heating up to the point where she was surprised that there wasn’t steam pouring from her ears.
Ah yes, the ‘Twitter thing’. Very eloquently said, Kordei. Gen paid him no mind as she rifled through her bag, pulling free the tube of lipgloss she had applied earlier that morning. Every word that fell from Kordei’s lips drilled into her mind. Did he seriously expect her not to be mad? He played her best friend, insulted the other, and then dragged her brother to filth for trying to protect everyone. What was Gen supposed to do? Bow down and kiss his feet?
Absolutely not. If anyone was bowing, they’d be bowing to her. Instead, she pulled the applicator free from the tube and began to touch up her lip gloss, the door of her locker still blocking Kordei’s face from view. If she was going to make the boy look like a fool, she was going to look fire doing it.
“Kordei, sweetheart, I do agree that we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.” Gen said smoothly, fixing the hat propped on the back of her head before adjusting a few stray pieces of hair. “See, Twitter can be a beautiful place. I personally enjoy talking with people there, especially people I have a difficult time seeing during the day due to my rather busy schedule. I’m not one for the drama. Personally, I think we all have better things to do with our time than pussy out behind a screen. So let me make one thing very clear...”
SLAM!
Gen’s manicured hand smashed the locker door shut, a grin plastered across her face as she glared daggers into Kordei.
“I personally think you’re a good for nothing piece of shit with a chip on his shoulder that would put a Pringles factory to shame.” Gen began, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Twitter? That shit doesn’t bother me. I’ve got better things to do than be hurt by a low life like you insulting me. However, you put my brother’s name in your mouth and that made things personal. Truly a mistake on your behalf, Grant.”
The smile dropped from Gen’s lips, the glowing fire of rage still ignited in her deep brown eyes. Gen didn’t need a screen to be fierce. In fact, some of her best words came when she was face to face with the beast she had ‘dared’ to insult online. If they wanted an angry Johannes, they got her.
“So allow me to give you a few words of advice, little boy.” Gen continued, her face stark and angry. “Never, ever mention my brother’s name again. If you do, it will be the last word you ever say. And do me a solid and grow the fuck up. The whole ‘I’m a tough fuckboy’ attitude neither pleases nor impresses anyone. If you were half the tough guy you say you are, you wouldn’t be runnin’ around this school like a lost little puppy with its tail between its legs. You’re not fooling anyone. You may run your mouth, homewrecker, but you are not nor will you ever be anything more than a little bitch boy with an active Twitter profile and an ego bigger than his tiny dick.”
Gen harshly jabbed her finger into Dei’s chest, pushing him backwards against the locker.
“You would be wise to remind yourself that the school doesn’t like cheating playboys in their ranks. Bad for publicity, you know?” Gen taunted, the devious smirk returning once again as her nail pressed further into Dei’s chest. “So it would be a shame if the school caught wind of you sleeping around and cheating on the junior year sweetheart of Hollywood Arts. Bad publicity means expulsion and I would hate to see your ugly ass outta here before you can release a scrap of good music. I’m sure you’ll get there though. I’ve heard street busking has been on the increase these days. Just another poor, talentless fuck who ruined himself by pretending to be cool.”
Gen pushed back harder, one finger turning into a fist in the centre of his chest. She knew she could get away with such a bold move. No one would bat an eye if she lost her cool and got him right in the face. But Gen knew better than to really hurt him.
“So keep out of my way. Keep my friends and family’s names out of your mouth. I don’t want to ‘understand you’ because I already do. You’re just a filthy little prick with a lack of love and a sex addiction.” Gen laughed, almost malevolently, as she pushed into his chest harder. “So thank you for the lunch offer, but you can shove it right up your ass. I don’t keep the company of low life bastard cuckolds. But do have a lovely rest of your day.”
With one final push, Gen dropped her fist from Kordei’s chest and offered him a playful wink as she turned tail and made her way calmly through the doors and out of sight.
Mindlessly scrolling through her phone led her down a rabbit hole of fashion threads and makeup trends, subconsciously judging as she went along. That neckline was tacky, that one had too much ruching, too monotone, too colourful. That model needed to straighten up, the next needed to work her eyes more. Gen and Evie could do so much better than those chumps and Gen knew it. The two were an unstoppable power duo. They had bright futures ahead of them so long as Gen didn’t get herself thrown in jail for harassment and Evie could stop simping over assholes for five minutes.
Toni approaching her brought her from her trance as she carefully placed her phone down beside her, looking up as he walked over. If Gen was being honest, she forgot Toni existed half the time. The two ran in very different circles, leading them to rarely cross paths. But the few interactions Gen had with Toni over the years were pleasant enough. He wasn’t an asshole nor did he act like she was some queen he needed to bow down before. He seemed like a genuine person and Gen could get behind that.
“Of course, we’ll have to go grab them though.” Gen agreed with a smile, standing up and tucking her phone in the waistband of her black skirt. “No need to worry about the condition, though I would like them back. Take some photos or a photocopy so you can keep them.”
Gen walked down the hall to her locker, carefully twisting open the lock. Pulling her math notebook from her meticulously kept locker, she handed it to Toni and carefully swung the door shut.
“There you are. Everything from first class until now. Should be good enough.” Gen said, leaning back against her locker. “I’ll grab them from you tomorrow morning, I’m probably going to be running around at lunch.”
The bell signalling that class was about to begin rang overhead, tired students groaning in response. Gen couldn’t help but laugh slightly at their disgruntled expressions as she clutched her textbook and binder to her chest.
“I should be off. Good luck in math!” Gen said sweetly with a nod before leaving Toni and making her way to her class.
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The morning went by painfully slow, like a dull knife through cold butter. So, when the lunch bell finally made its stunning appearance, Gen was the first person out of class. She needed a break from school and bullshit and, most importantly, she needed to talk to Evie. She was tired of fighting with her best friend, exhausted from the back and forth over Twitter DMs. Gen needed a real, concrete conversation without screens and character limits.
As she was carefully putting her things away, a figure approaching her caught the corner of her eye. Gen’s jaw clenched tightly as she silently hoped the King of the Manwhores would simply pass along by her and not say a word. There was nothing she had left to say to Kordei Grant besides several clever ways of asking him politely to fuck off.
For a moment, her wish had come true. Kordei passed her without so much as a word. The breath escaped Gen’s carefully glossed lips as she watched him walk. She wanted to punch that forever lasting smirk clean off his face, take that swagger right out of his step. Gen knew she’d never like Kordei and she hoped that he had gotten the message after she publicly pulled him apart.
And then he was turning around and walking back towards her, Gen’s eyes habitually rolling beneath fluffy lashes. Maybe he just forgot something or was looking for someone or took a wrong turn. Maybe he wasn’t going to talk to her and just walk on by again.
"Gen."
Fuck.
“Kordei.” Gen huffed, the door of her locker blocking the boy from view. She could feel the blood in her veins boiling, body heating up to the point where she was surprised that there wasn’t steam pouring from her ears.
Ah yes, the ‘Twitter thing’. Very eloquently said, Kordei. Gen paid him no mind as she rifled through her bag, pulling free the tube of lipgloss she had applied earlier that morning. Every word that fell from Kordei’s lips drilled into her mind. Did he seriously expect her not to be mad? He played her best friend, insulted the other, and then dragged her brother to filth for trying to protect everyone. What was Gen supposed to do? Bow down and kiss his feet?
Absolutely not. If anyone was bowing, they’d be bowing to her. Instead, she pulled the applicator free from the tube and began to touch up her lip gloss, the door of her locker still blocking Kordei’s face from view. If she was going to make the boy look like a fool, she was going to look fire doing it.
“Kordei, sweetheart, I do agree that we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.” Gen said smoothly, fixing the hat propped on the back of her head before adjusting a few stray pieces of hair. “See, Twitter can be a beautiful place. I personally enjoy talking with people there, especially people I have a difficult time seeing during the day due to my rather busy schedule. I’m not one for the drama. Personally, I think we all have better things to do with our time than pussy out behind a screen. So let me make one thing very clear...”
SLAM!
Gen’s manicured hand smashed the locker door shut, a grin plastered across her face as she glared daggers into Kordei.
“I personally think you’re a good for nothing piece of shit with a chip on his shoulder that would put a Pringles factory to shame.” Gen began, her voice sickeningly sweet. “Twitter? That shit doesn’t bother me. I’ve got better things to do than be hurt by a low life like you insulting me. However, you put my brother’s name in your mouth and that made things personal. Truly a mistake on your behalf, Grant.”
The smile dropped from Gen’s lips, the glowing fire of rage still ignited in her deep brown eyes. Gen didn’t need a screen to be fierce. In fact, some of her best words came when she was face to face with the beast she had ‘dared’ to insult online. If they wanted an angry Johannes, they got her.
“So allow me to give you a few words of advice, little boy.” Gen continued, her face stark and angry. “Never, ever mention my brother’s name again. If you do, it will be the last word you ever say. And do me a solid and grow the fuck up. The whole ‘I’m a tough fuckboy’ attitude neither pleases nor impresses anyone. If you were half the tough guy you say you are, you wouldn’t be runnin’ around this school like a lost little puppy with its tail between its legs. You’re not fooling anyone. You may run your mouth, homewrecker, but you are not nor will you ever be anything more than a little bitch boy with an active Twitter profile and an ego bigger than his tiny dick.”
Gen harshly jabbed her finger into Dei’s chest, pushing him backwards against the locker.
“You would be wise to remind yourself that the school doesn’t like cheating playboys in their ranks. Bad for publicity, you know?” Gen taunted, the devious smirk returning once again as her nail pressed further into Dei’s chest. “So it would be a shame if the school caught wind of you sleeping around and cheating on the junior year sweetheart of Hollywood Arts. Bad publicity means expulsion and I would hate to see your ugly ass outta here before you can release a scrap of good music. I’m sure you’ll get there though. I’ve heard street busking has been on the increase these days. Just another poor, talentless fuck who ruined himself by pretending to be cool.”
Gen pushed back harder, one finger turning into a fist in the centre of his chest. She knew she could get away with such a bold move. No one would bat an eye if she lost her cool and got him right in the face. But Gen knew better than to really hurt him.
“So keep out of my way. Keep my friends and family’s names out of your mouth. I don’t want to ‘understand you’ because I already do. You’re just a filthy little prick with a lack of love and a sex addiction.” Gen laughed, almost malevolently, as she pushed into his chest harder. “So thank you for the lunch offer, but you can shove it right up your ass. I don’t keep the company of low life bastard cuckolds. But do have a lovely rest of your day.”
With one final push, Gen dropped her fist from Kordei’s chest and offered him a playful wink as she turned tail and made her way calmly through the doors and out of sight.
location
the foyer of the school
mood
fuck off pls ♥
outfit
bad bitch contest, she's in first place
tags
toni
Kitsune2202
kordei
fin
coded by natasha.
LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
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Kio.exe
Road work ahead? Uh, I sure hope it does...
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fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
"code by low fidelity.
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