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Casey Clairmont


After his super fun (and super accidental) run in with Chas that morning, Casey had gone about his normal day. Which mean boring classes, and boring this, and boring that, and blah, blah, blah. Boring with a big old capital B. Seriously, he didn't understand how anyone could tolerate being in a school.

However, his oh so boring day was about to start picking up because now, as he wandered down the hallways with his sad, downtrodden gaze focused on the ground (sad because school was real boring -- had he mentioned that yet?), and then his really, really boring day kind of picked up a little.

Oh well hello there.

A leather bound journal laid on the ground, forgotten and being stepped on and over by the crowd. But it was fine, because Casey was here. And the Super Duper Fire Lad (that was his superhero name) and never fear, because he was gonna save the day and that poor little notebook's life.

He slipped through the crowd, not bothering with anyone as he bumped and smashed into people, all the while uttering apologies before he was able to swoop it up from the ground.

Mission? Successful.

Fire Lad saved another life.

... What was he supposed to do now?

Theoretically, he could take the notebook down to the office, or to lost and found if this school had that, but then what if its owner never realized it was there? So its owner just never found it and the poor journal died alone and thinking it was unwanted? Or, or, or, what if someone else found the journal? Someone not nearly as hot as he was that ended up flipping it open and reading the words and then claiming it was theirs?

Well, Casey also couldn't have that.

Didn't journals usually have a name on the inside or something?

He started flipping it around, looking for a name on either side, but found nothing. So he flipped it open and checked the first page, but there was no name. So he flipped to the next -- still no name, but hey, look! Poetry. Let him get out his fancy librarian glasses and a cup of tea to read this.

(No, it didn't occur to him what an absolute invasion of privacy this happened to be.)

Of course, reading just the one page soon turned into reading the next... and the next... and soon, he was flipping through it, reading half the things in there.

At some point, he'd forgotten that he was supposed to be looking for a name.

And then someone so rudely bumped into him, uttering some absolute gibberish (it was French) and he had to catch his balance to keep from falling over.

He blinked down at the girl that had run into him.

Bella.

“What are you doing with my journal, Casey?”

"I found it," he explained and instinctively he held it above his head so that the shorter girl couldn't snatch it from him. Yeah, he had some experience with that when it came to his little sisters. Not to brag, but he was kind of a dealing with short girls master. Getting tall had been the best thing to ever happen to Casey. "Anyway, I rescued it from being all," he stomped a foot against the ground, "ya know? And then I read a bit of it 'cause I was trying to find the name of who owned this lil fella, but I couldn't really find a name, but then I just kept on a reading and uhh..."

He trailed off, head tilting to the side, eyebrows scrunching together as he looked down at the girl in front of him. "You wrote this?"




mood
the villain to my superhero

location
schoolio

outfit
oh look, not a band shirt





playing...
I'm Ready
by AJR​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Bella

tags
geminiy geminiy


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Avery Ohtani



“He can’t finish,” Saint said, “but I don’t think that’s acceptable, do you…?”

Avery’s heart sunk at those words.

They were disappointed in him after all.

“After the trouble that you’ve caused us…you can’t even do what we ask you to…? Money can’t pay back everything.”

That’s right. They had given him such a simple task…and yet…and yet he…he had failed them. He couldn’t complete it. It was all his fault.

“If can’t handle it, then there’s no possible way that we can accept any sort of apology, even in form of payment, right…?”

The tears grow hotter as Saint continued talking.

“After he’s been so rude to us, there’s no reason for us to show him any mercy.”

“Agreed.” Adriane chimed in.

Avery’s shoulders shook from growing tightness in his chest and the trembling breaths that he just couldn’t ease up.

He was right. She was right. They both were. He had been so unbelievably rude. First he had mistaken them for a couple, and then he kissed Adriane on the cheek when she didn’t want to be kissed, and then he had dropped their joint, and then he failed to smoke it properly, and then he couldn’t finish it… and then he had dropped it again and he…

He had been given so many chances by them, countless opportunities and his clumsy self just made one mistake after another and another

The tears trickled down his cheeks and he wiped them away, the droplets feeling burning hot on his flesh.

He shouldn’t even be crying. After all, he was the one in the wrong here, he was the one who had messed up, he deserved to be scolded and punished and not forgiven and hated by these seniors.

“Not only did you drop our joint the first time, but you kissed both Adriane and I – myself on the lips – and asked if we were a couple which is… unacceptable behaviour. You’ve dropped it a second time, and you think that we’re going to accept an ‘I’m sorry’…?”

Of course they weren’t and wait – huh?

Avery tilted his head slightly as he looked up, vision blurred from the salty tears.

He had kissed Saint on the… lips…? But… hadn’t it been… he was sure… the cheek… he… he missed…?

"Honestly, apologies at this point are just going to be insulting to us and just how nice and forgiving we've been to you so far," Adriane picked up from where Saint had trailed off --

Insulting. His apologies were going to be insulting.

His head dropped back down as the words sank in.

He had messed up. Was there no way he could fix this? Nothing he could do? Maybe he really shouldn’t have left as his parents had insisted. Maybe he should have just stayed home and not enrolled… After all he was just making mistake after mistake and upsetting other people –

"I don't know how Saint is feeling, but I’m feeling a bit forgiving today,”

Huh? What did Adriane say…? Forgiving? …Forgiving! Did he have a chance after all?

As his head popped back up to look at them, his eyes were slightly brighter, hopeful as he swallowed and listened to her continue.

"so I'm willing to let you off with a warning for now... although you're still going to owe both of us, of course.”

A warning… owe them… like an IOU for debt in shows? Debt… he had never been in debt before. But he had more money he could pay them back quickly! It wouldn’t accumulate too much interest! He could take some out from his savings back in his dorm room and pay them back as soon as tomorrow or even today!

"I'm almost thinking... such as, you'd owe us both a favor. One for us to cash in sometime in the future, because no amount of money is going to cover for the disrespect you've shown us today."

A… favour? So… not money? Oh…right! Saint had said money wouldn’t suffice earlier… He’d forgotten all about that, silly him. It was the headache that the tears had given him. Or was his memory just that bad?

Still, a favour! He could fix this! He could make it up to them! They were giving him another chance!

“Thank you! Thank you so much! I won’t let you down! Just uh, just tell me whenever you want that favour, and I’ll, I’ll make sure I do it! I promise!” His voice returned to their chirpier levels though still slightly cracked and unsteady from the uneven breathing and face still wet with trails burned into his cheeks by the hot tears. The smile had also returned to his face as Avery could feel his spirits lifting.

He really had lucked out, meeting such kind and forgiving people but he had to do better to make sure he didn’t make this many mistakes next time! After all he couldn’t always rely on their forgiveness, that would be unfair to them!

“Um if that’s all then um, I’ll be going now.”

Avery took a step towards them and then caught himself and stopped, turning instead in the other direction and making his way back inside the school building.

That was close. He almost kissed them in thanks again when they had already expressed that they disliked it. Silly him. Maybe that was something only Bella did? Or he had just run into people who didn’t like being kissed on the cheek in thanks. Next time he’d ask to be sure. At least he knew that with Bella he was supposed to kiss her on the cheek in thanks.

After several hazy lessons in which everything was floating and he felt sick a couple of times, Avery was out in the hallway walking to…well…where had he been walking? The pencil – no that was his stationary, stationary,

He patted his pockets. Phone, wallet…uh…what were they called… card? Keys? Keys! All there, good now uh…what was he? Right… destinations, destinations… he was walking to… somewhere… where? Uh…

As he wracked his empty brain for something, anything really, Avery spotted blonde boy…uh Cali? Carrie? Cassie? Cami? Ca-something. He just couldn’t remember the name, and Bella. The pair were standing in the hallway and Casper… Castor? He was holding something over his head… a book? Why would one hold a book over their head? Ugh. Head. His headache still hadn’t quite gone away completely.

Slowly, he made his way towards them down the hallway, coming to a stop beside Bella.

“Hello.” He greeted, his voice was quiet, but it sounded louder than usual in his head. “Uh…what are you two doing? Why are you holding a book over your head?”

He would have said his name, but Avery for the life of him, just couldn’t remember what it was.





mood
I won't let you down!
Hello

location
School

outfit
preppy school boy





playing...
song title here

by artist here​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Adriane, Saint, Bella, Casey

tags
ohdittoh ohdittoh Winona Winona geminiy geminiy


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Spencer Gray



The dance went smoothly though Spencer couldn’t really tell if it was good or bad or anything about it really. For the first time in a long time, he was staring and looking but not seeing. Each step was a separate movement, a series of disconnected static images in his mind instead of what it really was. A smooth, single, flowing dance.

Soon enough, the routine came to a close, but Spencer cut the recording a few seconds late, only after he heard Maeve’s voice and noticed that Zeph was walking towards him.

"I feel like we did better this time, still we struggle a little bit but I think there was some improvement" She said to Zeph as she tried to recover her breath "Did the video came out fine?"

The video, Spencer blinked as he looked at the phone in his hands, passing it over to Zeph. Right before the phone screen slipped out of his view, a notification popped up on the screen, the name of the sender reading Stella.

Stella. The girlfriend. The one Zeph was keeping waiting.

He’s not you. She’s not Sheryl. It’s not the same.

Spencer chanted the mantra in his head as he stepped away for a drink of water and to take a breath.

Shit. It’d been almost a year, he was recovered, he told himself and his family he would move forward, that he was alright now so why? Why couldn’t he just get rid of that voice, of those thoughts? He wasn’t going to forget, there was no way he could after everything that had happened but why… why did they have to torment him in this way?

“Yeah. I stopped it a bit late, but I think it’s good.” Emphasis on think.

“Thanks for the help, Spencer,” Zeph called out.

“No problem.” He replied, smiling weakly as he took another sip of his water. “I’m glad I could be of some help to you guys.”

Help…

If only he had learnt to be of help earlier…

If Ez could hear the thoughts he was having now and see him, he’d probably get thoroughly chewed out by his big brother and a good kick in the ass.

Some fresh start this was turning out to be for him mentally.

Spencer glanced over at Zeph as he put his bottle away.

No.

It’s not any of your business. You barely even know the guy. Don’t intrude. Don’t interfere.

That’s what he told himself, that was the plan, and yet… his feet were carrying him back over to the other boy again and he was now standing in front of Zeph as he watched the video.

Spencer waited until the video was done before he spoke up.

“So, my opinion is one thing but what do you think of the arrangement?”

Keep it to dance, nice and easy.

“Did it feel easier to pull off the parts you guys were struggling with?” He directed the question to both of them. It was a duet after all and duets wouldn’t work if the pair wasn’t on the same page. At least, that was his opinion.

“By the way, was the girl on your lock screen your girlfriend?”

And he stepped right into it. Even after he told himself not to it just slipped right out of him. No, it didn’t slip, he just couldn’t stop himself from poking his nose where it didn’t belong. Even though it was none of his business.

All of that didn’t matter any more though. Since he’d opened his mouth and broached the territory, the least he could do was carry on with it and avoid making things awkward. Maintain the mood and not drag it down with his own issues.

“You guys make a great looking couple." He smiled at Zeph as he spoke again, jabbing at the door of the practice room with his thumb. "Are you planning to hang out with her after practice?”

And he did it again.

Don’t wince at your own words.

Don’t make it awkward.

“You should go spend time with her.” Spencer patted Zeph on the back. “Give yourself a nice reward for working hard and doing a good job in practice. We all have to take breaks every now and then after all.” He added with a thumbs up.

Maybe him interfering wouldn’t be the worst thing after all. Zeph seemed like a gym rat, the kind of guy who could easily lose track of time working away at his craft.

He couldn’t change the past, he couldn’t undo what he did, the mistakes he made... but at the very least, he could use his mistakes… his own experience to prevent others from making the same ones. He could make someone happy…

Right?





mood
Am I doing the right thing?

location
dance practice room

outfit
outfit





playing...
WONDER

by Shawn Mendes​




mentions
Ezra

interactions
Zeph, Maeve

tags
Stardust Galaxy Stardust Galaxy Winona Winona


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Pretty and Powerful








Student



Leonia Stone













mood

Amused











outfit











location

HA entrance area











interactions

Remi











tags

www.rpnation.com

AkuTheWolfOkami

www.rpnation.com www.rpnation.com














"Here we go again."
Leonia sighed as she got out of her car, already a little repulsed at the sight of the school she left two years ago. Don't get her wrong, she was glad to be back. It was just the memories that revolved around it came flooding back to her for a second. A portion of them were good things like the friends she had made, or all the fun at the football games she would have, and just the sense of comfort that she carried back then. Most of it though was the moment that hung over her like a stormy cloud. Remembering that night where she had collapsed in the middle of the street after running away from the building. Tears wouldn't stop trickling down her face as she heard a car in the background beep their horn. Just because of a bitch of a man. She shook the thought out of her head. That would be dealt with at a later time. Revenge was on her mind, but it could wait for now. Him along with others that fucked her over would soon get their dues.

Leonia had changed a lot after that incident anyways. No longer a gullible ass girl who would do anything to make people like her or appreciate her. Now she was a woman. A woman who could not give two fucks what anyone thought about her, especially a man. Modeling as well was part of her new personality. It was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. After signing with a agency a while back she had appeared on multiple magazines and even walked New York Fashion Week. Dancing was in the rearview mirror as far as she was concerned, and she wondered how her some of her former friends would react to this new version of her. New friends could be recruited if they didn't like it so she wasn't that worried.

Strutting to the entrance of the school, she walked in the doors and a fresh breeze welcomed her. She could hear the gasps and the whispers as she walked to the administration office making her smile. Just what she wanted to happen. Making a impact was one of her favorite things to do. She knew people were going to be shocked she was back because of the drama that surrounded her leaving, and she wanted to use it to her advantage. It seemed like so far it was working.

Leonia sent a welcoming grin to the staff as she walked straight past them and to the principal's office for her scheduled meeting. In there she zoned out while he mentioned all the things around school that had changed and what her new classes would be since she had moved departments. Every time he'd glance at her she'd nod her head to show she was 'paying attention' then go back to checking her newly manicured nails. After minutes of hearing him talk non-stop she was finally handed her schedule. She thanked him and walked right out before he could say anything else.

"What to do now," she said as she looked up and down at the list of her classes. Hoping none of them contained anybody she hated would be attending them with her. Today wouldn't be her first day back so she decided she didn't see why she should stay any longer. She had almost made it back to the entrance before she froze.

Out of the corner eye she spotted a familiar figure and had to stop herself from tripping over her heels.

Remi Michel.

Remi was one of her bestfriends way even before she had attended Hollywood Arts. Their parents would always joke about how one day the two of them would end up married, and her father would try to always subtly ask if she had kept in contact with him after her exit. The answer was she hadn't, but she would find herself sometimes wanting to message him. They had talked briefly in dms and a lunch date was planned but seeing him earlier than expected was even better.

"Remi!"

She practically screeched his name and ran at him full speed crushing him into a hug

She hadn't even gave him a chance to collect his thoughts after she let go as she brought him in for another one. He smelled of gym like he had been working out which made her almost second guess herself, but she decided it was worth it.

"I've missed you so damn much... even though right now you smell kinda gross."


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Ava Sanders


After having one of the most disgusting beverages that Ava had ever forced down her throat (to be fair, it actually hadn't been half bad, although she'd never admit that aloud), Ava had driven herself and Jules to school. And... from there, her day had been pretty fucking basic. Standard. Boring.

And now with lunch having rolled around, Ava was set to continue her boring day. She was currently seated at one of the back tables in the cafeteria with her notebook sprawled out in front of her, and a bag of chips to her left. Obviously, Ava was eating the lunch of champions: a bag of potato chips and a soda she'd purchased from the vending machine out from. The pop was opened beside the bag, and her gaze was focused on the notebook in front of her.

She was struggling, attempting to come up with something for the Arts Festival, but nothing was really coming to mind. Angrily, Ava dropped her pen to the table beside her notebook and let out a huff.

"So I'm feeling like chaos and destruction today. Wanna join me?"

Huh?

Ava lifted her head up, a temporary stony expression printed on her face, although that look faded when she realized who was talking to her -- Amy. The cold expression melted away and was replaced by a much calmer, much happier smile.

Listen, the girl could play games, and it was hard as fuck to find people to play with, let alone girls, let alone really pretty girls. Not that Ava had a thing or some shit for Amy. Nah, but she could appreciate that Amy was freaking gorgeous.

She watched as Amy pulled her Switch out, and Ava let out a sigh. Dramatically, she placed a hand over her chest. "A woman after my own heart," she joked and let out a small chuckle before eagerly nodding her head. "Fuck yeah. I'm always up destroying some shit -- ah, in games, of course."

Say what you might want, but Ava actually wasn't the type to go out and cause real destruction and chaos. Mostly because she was just way too lazy to put the work in.

"What game're you thinking?" She asked as she held a hand out for a controller.

And then... it seemed to click for the girl. What Amy had said.

Now, Ava was far from the most perceptive of people, and she typically had very little idea of what was going on with the school and all of their dumb drama. She preferred to stick to herself and, for the most part, the only things that she knew were what Jules bitched to her about. But, well... with them having not spent a ton of time together lately because of fucking Dorian, well... she was even more behind on the drama then usual.

Awkwardly, she reached back to rub at the back of her neck. She didn't know much, but she knew Amy was going through some serious shit, which Ava didn't understand. Who the fuck could find themselves pissed at the soft chick in front of her? Or wronging her in any kind of way? Fuck, if you were willing to do that, you probably also enjoyed kicking puppies.

Ehh...

"Are you ah... like... good?" She asked as she dropped her hand back into her lap. She was trying to look worried, trying to look concerned, but she probably just looked dumb as fuck or something.

Ava's worried face just looked uncomfortable.

Mostly because she was typically uncomfortable comforting people.




mood
gaming mode activated

location
cafeteria

outfit
oh damn, no sweats, special day





playing...
i wanna be your girlfriend
by girl in red​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Amy

tags
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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dominicka abrams


Was Nickie already getting worked up about whatever bullshit Veronica was going to spew about Hunter just not being capable of staying in a relationship from her big, Hunter-hungry trap? Fuck, she was trying not to, but her heart was beating in her throat, a defense on her tongue. The veins inside her wrist were constricted, and her chest felt as though it had white noise bouncing around inside it.

Listen, she was used to people coming for Hunter, and she was used to laying them out. Though a part of her was paranoid that Ronnie did know something — and that part had dragged the girl away to the vending machine — a bigger part of her was ready to squash whatever the fuck she was going to say before it even left her mouth.

”Hunter’s not the commitment typ—“

”No shit.”

And then she could just walk off and leave Ronnie standing sadly by the soda machine, a failed attempt at breaking them up so Hunter would suddenly fall in love with her still hanging on the redhead’s tongue.

But the paranoid part of her kept her lips glued tightly shut and her feet anchored to the ground, impatiently waiting to hear the words from Ronnie that would probably be nothing but rehashed bullshit — because what if it wasn’t?

“It’s just, I don’t know if I’m allowed to say…,” Ronnie said slowly. She held her gaze on Nickie, and Nickie raised an eyebrow.

So she could…talk aaaaall about knowing whatever it was, but she couldn’t say what it was? It literally sounded like a sixth grader saying, “IIIII gotta cruuuuush!” and suddenly going lock-jawed when you made any questions about it.

Nickie sighed, crossing her arms and resting her weight on a hip. “I could go? Like, I’m giving you this chance to talk right now out of the kindness of my heart.” She rolled her eyes, pursing her lips. “Ronnie, I’m his girlfriend. There is literally nothing I don’t know about him. He’s probably told me this already or something, like.” There was no way this little brat knew more about her boyfriend than her anyway…right? “So, like, spit it out or I’ll tell Hunter that you’re, like…” She blew out a puff of air. “Trying to break us up because you’re obsessed with him or whatever.” Because that was what this had to be.

Ronnie started talking again. “You know, I don’t, like, dislike you or anything. Even after all that stupid competitive stuff over boys.”

Nickie couldn’t help but scoff. Competitive stuff? Was she shitting her? Ronnie was no competition. “Okay…?” She cocked her head.

“I don’t know why you won’t take my word for it, but…”

“Because…like…” Nickie looked to the ceiling sighing softly. “I know you’re jealous of me. You don’t have to cover it up.” She looked to Ronnie again. “Now seriously. Tell me whatever it is you were talking about back there or I’m going to, like, assume it was…” She trailed off, realized that she didn’t need to finish that, and she sighed again. “Just fucking tell me.”

Ronnie leaned in close, and Nickie’s nose scrunched up. She moved her head back slightly. “What?” Nickie asked, voice and eyes exhausted and unamused.

“Hunter didn’t tell you?” Ronnie asked.

Nickie scowled. “He literally probably did. Just say it already.”

And then Ronnie just whispered, “He and Liv have, like, history.”

Nickie’s face froze.

It felt like something had slammed into her stomach.

A flare of pain shot up through her chest, pushing a word from her mouth: “Bullshit.”

Bullshitbullshitbullshit.

She immediately jumped to the defense, because there was — there was just no fucking way. “Ronnie, literally — they hung out at the fair? Is that literally what you mean by history?” She laughed, crossing her arms tighter around her chest. Her heart slammed against the back of wrist. “I — like...what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Hunter would have told her about the history with Liv. Especially since they’d hung out at the…

At the fair, alone, without Nickie.

Her face fell, a brief look of worry coming across her face, and then she quickly tried to squash it. She couldn’t let Ronnie see that she was getting to her. “Look,” Nickie started, voice dry, “whatever it is you’re going to say…just fucking get it out. I have no idea what you mean, but like…just say it.”

She tried not to sound panicked, but she somewhat failed. Her voice wavered at the end of her sentences.

Look, it was fucking jarring, okay — but it was probably — probably nothing. At least, probably nothing that Nickie didn’t know. Again, it was, like, the fair or something. That was probably it.

Ronnie leaned back, glancing over her shoulder. "I wasn't lying when I said you weren't exempt from being cast aside. He must get it from Chas, probably."

“Spit it out,” Nickie demanded.

"It was a whole thing, apparently,” Ronnie said. “They were real close. Then, Hunter took Liv's v-card and skedaddled. Not even a proper 'Thanks-for-the-Experience'."

…

Ronnie frowned. "And just like that, they don't know each other anymore. Liv was miserable. Think you at the Homecoming game, but, like, ten times worse."

…

Nickie was frozen.

Even as she heard the words, even as they registered, she tried to blot them out, tried to act like she’d never heard them, like she’d never asked, like she’d never dragged Ronnie here with her or anything.

Pain flared in her static chest again.

She felt sick — actually fucking sick.

Her face grew pallid.

And she stammered, “W-What?”

There was no way that she’d heard right.

“You’re fucking kidding.” She shook her head. “You’re fucking joking — like…”

Tears pricked at Nickie’s eyes.

Nonono.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

She didn’t know Hunter.

God, if that was true, she really, really, really didn’t fucking know Hunter.

She clenched her teeth. “What the actual fuck?!” she hissed.

Was Ronnie lying? Or had Hunter just…conveniently forgotten to tell her about this shit? Even after the fair, even after she believed that Hunter and Liv were just friends, with no past, no history, no fucking anything?

“Ronnie…,” Nickie started, but she lost her train of thought, “fucking thanks or whatever.” She reached into her wallet, yanking out a couple of bucks and dropping them in Ronnie’s direction. “Knock yourself out,” she mumbled, and then, she started off, not thinking, just burning.

Her eyes, her lungs, her stomach, her chest.

Please tell me that was an elaborate fucking lie.

Nickie reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone, making her motions quick so she didn’t have any time to think about what she was doing.

And then she texted Hunter:

Omw rn

She didn’t add an emoji, no “love you”.

She couldn’t bring herself to right now.

When she’d get there, she’d smile, say “hey”, say “Ronnie told me a dumb fucking lie and tried to break us up lol”, because there was no way that she could feel that it was true even in the slightest when he was right in front of her.

She kept her head down, walking quickly.

She was praying that was how it went, anyway.

And then she reached him, reached where his locker was, and she put on a small smile, and she lifted her eyes to him.

Her smile grew a bit fainter. “Hey…?” she said, her greeting coming out more as a question.

She could hear the people talking around her.

They didn’t need to hear this.

She reached out and grabbed his arm. “I need to talk to you…uh…somewhere less here.”

And then she started dragging him away, pulling him a random classroom. Calmly, she shut the door and turned to him.

And then it just—

It all went wrong.

Seeing him there, Ronnie’s accusations…just…seemed…

Well, fucking believable.

The burning in her picked up again.

Her smile fell.

She let out a long sigh, looking down at the ground.

Fuck.

No, it was fine. He was going to…going to say that it was something that Ronnie totally made up. That he and Liv had only been acquaintances before the fair or whatever, and — and…

She lifted her eyes to him.

And then, it just popped out.

In a voice that was far more deadpan than she intended, she asked bluntly, “Did you fuck Liv?”




mood
...

location
the hallway

outfit
casual





playing...
oh god
by mothica​




mentions
liv

interactions
ronnie & hunter

tags
hery hery natsukashii natsukashii


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HUNTER DRAKE




After he had sent that wave of text messages to Nickie, Hunter was sitting on the ground, looking at his phone, scrolling through nothing in particular: some apps, old messages from Ash, some recent messages from Mimi, and some other things on Twitter and in his DMs that seemed to blend together.

The time alone gave him plenty of it think about all of the things he did wrong as of late. Despite claiming he wanted to be better, despite everything that he wrote in wanting to do better, and just despite what he said to Nickie, the truth was Hunter's actions spoke louder. They cried louder and echoed through the silent halls he sat in. Between how he treated Ash and how he outed her and publicly shamed her, regardless of who came to her defense and how he left Nickie (yes they made up but that wasn't the point), the longer he had to sit on everything, the clearer it became to him.

What Hunter Drake said and what Hunter Drake did were two completely different things.

And smelling the ash of leftover from his burned bridges, it was clear as a Long Beach summer day that Hunter had done more than his usual round of screw-ups. He wasn't better than Chas and Dei were. He didn't treat people better than them. As much as he loved Dei as the older brother that he was, Hunter really was as bad as Grant treated Amy.

And that was the punch in the gut that seemed to linger for several minutes.

And it remained until he saw a notif pop up on his phone, the ding alerting him.

And when he read it, Hunter didn't smile. He wanted to, but the way it was phrased. Maybe it was something he had been used to, but almost always, Nickie signed off most of her messages with an emoji of some sort. Sure, in the beginning, he didn't know what to think about it, but the fact that she didn't this time really cemented his earlier feeling.

Something was off.

"Great."

Hunter stood up and stretched his arms and legs, each limb cracking with the sweet relief that might cause him problems in ten years if he wasn't careful. And then he did the same with his neck and hands.

A few minutes later, he saw Nickie come from the left. He smiled at her if not to save face. As he waved, his arm became entangled by hers as Nickie greeted him with a smile of her own.

So maybe things weren't screwed up for them after all.

“I need to talk to you…uh…somewhere less here.”

Or maybe Hunter was meant to be on a losing streak.

"Oh. Okay, sure—"

Before another word left his lips, Nickie grabbed his arm. Uncharacteristically, Hunter let her lead him wherever she was. They'd come to a stop in the nearest empty classroom. The sound the door slamming shut made echoed through the room and forced Hunter to face his girlfriend. Seeing her in the way she looked at him, he saw something on her face that made that punch in the gut from earlier seem like a daydream compared to the sinking feeling he was experiencing right now.

There was a part of him that wanted to say something, but given everything that was going through his mind right now, Hunter was feeling paranoid about how he might say the wrong thing. Given how anytime he opened his mouth — save for maybe when he was talking to Amy — he seemed to be capable of only making things worse for him. Whether with Ash, mouthing off to Saint Charlie, or letting Trevor spit on him, that was one of his greatest, non-musical talents.

Hunter Drake, ruiner of moments. That's what should be on his tombstone.

"So, uh—"

“—Did you fuck Liv?—”

"—What!?"

Oh yeah, his stomach was more than just sinking. It went full Titanic, Jack Dawson no longer above surface level on him.

Out of anything she could say, that was the very last thing that he thought she'd say. And it read clearly across on his face. The way his eyes widened slightly from the shock of her just blurting that out, the way he stayed the few feet away that he had been from her, and how he said nothing to confirm nor deny it.

Yeah, you could say that he wasn't expecting it.

"Nickie, where is this even coming from?" He asked, still not budging from his spot. He feared if he made an attempt to get closer to her, she might recoil away from him. "Like, why would you even ask me something out of the blue like that?"





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mood: Say what now?

location: Locker → Empty Classroom

outfit: Sup?

mentions: Ash, Trevor, Charlie, Dei, Amy, Nickie

interactions: Nickie

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evelyn sinclaire



the fashionista ~ 18 ~ senior












One of HA's most important events of the year was Arts Fest so it was hard to find anyone who wasn't discussing it, Nate and Evie included. All of the students had to come up with a project or performance within the realm of their department and execute it in front of well, everyone. Parents came out, teachers, judges, there were even a lot of talent scouts too (some being from Stardom) so it was a pretty big deal. While most were already sure of exactly what they were doing, a few students were still coming up with solid plans or scrambling to perfect things. The pressure was on for everyone.

Evelyn was pretty confident in what she had put together since she had been working on it for months, in fact, she had come up with the concept just before her break up with Kordei. Her mini-fashion show would feature a range of pieces to showcase her male and female works as well as different styles she could master. Go big or go home, right? After all, it was senior year.

While the world around her was falling apart, Evie dove further into her fashion as a kind of coping mechanism. It was sometimes easier to sew on a few buttons or sketch out an entire outfit than it was to deal with reality. She'd done it multiple times and it was kinda obvious when the social butterfly suddenly became too busy for almost anything else. Recently one of the female models had dropped out, leaving only Adriane as her single female model. The only way she was going to balance things out was to model some of the items herself which was not ideal but it would have to work.

Unlike Evelyn, Nate was on the other side of things with the students who hadn't even settled on an idea yet. If she was honest, she didn't understand people who waited until the last minute but she was sure he could pull it off so she wasn't worried. "Well, if you do end up needing a model, the offer still stands. I'd make a lovely muse if I do say so myself," she replied with a grin, watching as he rolled down the window to let the smoke pour out before he turned the question on her.

"Your outfits were probably the hardest ones to do. Maybe it's because I focused more on them being perfect than any of the others. I think they are ready though, I just need you to come over so I can check for any last-minute alterations. Make sure everything fits and all that," she explained. "I put together this red shirt that is gonna look really good on you. Might even let you keep it. You'd be the first to own a true E. Claire original," she teased. It was a name she'd been toying around with for a line she wanted to start putting together. Clever, right?

Pulling open the car door and stepping out, Evie sprayed herself with perfume. While she had come to love the high, the smell was a whole different story and no way was she walking into the school reeking of weed. She still had class, okay?

As they started to walk towards the building, Evie tensed up a little as she had every day since the lock-in. It was the longest she'd ever gone without talking to Landon or forcing him to watch The Devil Wears Prada with her for the millionth time or even just texting him when someone pissed her off. Sure, he was still her brother but her pride and hurt triumphed so she refused to forgive him for stabbing her in the back.

It was the same for Gen. No matter how much Evie missed her best friend, she couldn't trust her and she couldn't get over it. No matter how many arrogant assholes they put in their place together on Twitter. Things were fucked up and there was no way they could just go back to how they were before. Evie usually reserved grudges for major betrayals or for when people made her feel too weak and vulnerable, this fell under both categories easily. There was no turning back if you asked her.

She felt more at ease as Nate's steps synced with her own, his presence automatically making her feel comfortable and just less...alone. Reaching over, she tugged at his arm and pulled it around her shoulders as they walked into the school and down the hallway in route to her locker. Neither Evie and Nate were much for the whole gushy hand holding thing but that didn't mean she didn't like to be shown off at least a little bit.

"I'm not looking forward to Mr. Covington's first period. We are supposed to have some lab thing and I'd rather die. He always picks the worst pairings," she said with a roll of her eyes as they stopped in front of her locker and she put in the combination.











































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Dorian Harlow



the actor ~ 17 ~ senior












Unlike his twin, Dorian wasn't exactly any teacher's favorite student. He didn't pay attention quite as much as he should and was often called out and sent to the office for being the class clown. It wasn't that he intentionally tried to create chaos, he was just having a little fun and sometimes he didn't know when to focus. His mother had recently started to hound him because his grades were slipping and while usually the woman would move on and pester Maddie, he knew she wasn't gonna let up on this one because in her mind it could "affect the family image" or something.

So, here he was, meeting up with his history teacher to request extra credit work and to see if he could have a do-over on his most recent test. Not because he wanted to but because he would rather deal with Ms. Carson than his bitch of a mother. Right about now, he couldn't determine which was worse though. Sure, his mom was a controlling snake but this daunting woman was clearly bitter because of her recent divorce. Dorian had heard a few people saying that her husband left her because she forced him to name the presidents in order every morning over breakfast. Weird.

"Mr. Harlow, if I allow you to think that you can just goof off in my class all semester then fix it with a few extra credit assignments last minute, everyone will start to believe they can do the same. If you want to bring your grade up, I suggest you focus more on your big project and less on making your friends laugh. It is, after all, over half your grade and if you manage to get an A then it would bring your average up considerably," she spat out, leaving very little room for negotiation.

Dorian left her classroom just as empty-handed and border lining on having an F as when he walked in. "What a waste of time," he groaned, wishing that he'd gone to the cafeteria for breakfast rather than listening to the lecture of an old miserable hag. As he rounded a corner, his eyes caught sight of someone he usually avoided, none other than Ashton West. Dorian wasn't usually the guy to be a dick or to even hold grudges but he did harbor bad feelings when it came to Ash.

Okay, so maybe the whole dating thing had been a while ago and he should get over it which he was over her but that didn't mean he'd just forgotten how she made him feel. From a secret relationship to refusing to go public even after a year to going public right away with her next boyfriend, Dorian felt like she just liked to play games. The pair hadn't exactly had some civil, "let-stay-friends" break up and it showed. Except, to everyone else, it seemed they just had some stupid, petty, unresolved issues (which okay, that was kinda true) but it was deeper than that in his mind.

Normally, he would walk right by as if she weren't even there or turn around and take a different hallway but this time he noticed Lucky saying goodbye to her and his jaw clenched slightly. He knew that his cousin was friendly with Ash and he had mentioned something about Arts Fest which Dorian had shrugged off. Honestly, he didn't care that his cousin was friends with the girl, especially considering the fact that Lucky didn't exactly know their history. It was Ash that he had a problem with. He didn't trust her not to toy with his cousin's emotions and even the thought of it annoyed him.

As Lucky and Ash parted ways and Lucky disappeared into the crowd of people, Dorian found himself moving directly towards Ash for the first time in over a year. "I've been assuming Trevor was the newest secret boyfriend all along but now, I'm not sure. You and Lucky seem pretty cozy too so," he started off, no point in beating around the bush. "I usually don't care what you're doing these days but I know how the whole top-secret thing ends and Lucky is one of my best friends. So, if you intend on playing one of your games with him, don't. He's a good guy and doesn't deserve your shit, Ash," he added.













































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  • how she's feeling...



    a little all over the place

















Madelaine Harlow



the model ~ 17 ~ senior












"Seriously, you have no idea. My mother is being even more overbearing than usual. She's been all over me since she found out Jared and I are dating," a blatant lie since it was the dragon lady's idea but she couldn't really tell anyone that, "telling me how to act, what to say in the media and whatever. Plus, she's been booking me jobs like crazy. I can barely keep up. I mean, the woman thinks she's Kris Jenner or something. There is a photoshoot coming up and she's really pushing for it but I just don't know if I'm feeling it," Maddie continued to vent as they walked down the hallway in the direction of the Literature room.

The brunette honestly hadn't even caught on to the fact that her best friend wasn't paying attention till he spoke up. "Corey, are you even listening?" she said with a sigh at his obvious "huh" which answered her question before she even asked it. He was clearly spaced out which he had been doing a lot lately with her and she wasn't sure if it was just stress of the Arts Fest or something more. The awkwardness of lock-in following the whole Twitter dare fiasco had stirred a lot of questions for Maddie. In all honesty, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was holding something back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shut you out there like that," Corey admitted, expelling a slow breath, looking at Maddie. "Just been thinking about...my Artsfest project. Mr. Johnny has been urging me to finish it so he can offer last-minute input. And, I guess I'm just not sure how to get to that endpoint."

"Speaking of, you never told me what your Arts Fest project was about! Are you still keeping it all classified? You should tell me, maybe I can help," she offered with a smile. They both knew it was just her wanting a sneak peek at his project, of course. Maddie had always loved to read Corey's work as she found both his words and talent to be captivating. "You're gonna blow them away. Don't let Mr. Johnny get you all worked up about it, you always end up pulling the impossible off. Plus, you never cease to amaze me for what it's worth so," she nudged him.

"I can't believe this is our senior year. I mean, once this ends we are done with high school and finally out in the real world...like for good," she said, her mind racing with thoughts of finally being able to break off and do whatever she wanted without her mother's iron grip though she knew freedom was only a pipe dream with a momager like hers.

Reaching out, Maddie pulled Corey along towards the school's vending machines so she could get a granola bar and water. As much as she was craving a donut, she knew if her mother caught wind of her partaking in the school's donut day she'd never hear the end of it. "Oh, look. Isn't that Angel? We should say hi," she said, walking up to where the vending machine stood with a bright smile on her face. "Angel, hey! Fancy running into you here," she joked, pulling a dollar out of her wallet as she spoke. "You waiting on someone?" she questioned.











































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Nickie was jarred, and panicked, and already tired, and already sick, and all she wanted to hear was an immediate, firm ”no”, feel Hunter’s embrace or some shit. She wanted him to take away all of her fears — take it all away, to be told how much she was loved and given the same no reason, because even that no reason, right then, if it was accompanied by a no — by an absolute denial — would be some kind of bandaid, some small bruise that she could overlook, even if it was still tender. She wanted to have her worries calmed — all gone — and that daunting feeling of our problems are glaring us in the face but we’re ignoring them to stay together that had hung over them since the lock-in be pushed back.

Instead, Hunter made no motions towards her, his eyes widened, and he asked, “Nickie, where is this even coming from?”

“What?” Nickie breathed in disbelief.

“Like, why would you even ask me something out of the blue like that?”

She felt some anger — and maybe even some fucking stomach acid — rising in the back of her throat, along with this fucking pain. This fucking dread — this sinking feeling that was already starting to settle in her without any real confirmation. Like weights on her chest and hooks on her arms, it tried to pull her to the floor — this notion that what Ronnie said? Yeah, it was right. And Hunter had hid it from her just so that he could disillusion her into thinking that he was with her for love.

But she tried to swallow that feeling, even as she repeated his words: “Where is this coming from?” Her voice was rife with disbelief, small but somewhat disgusted and offended. She breathed out a laugh.

His first instinct wasn’t to fucking deny it — it was just to ask why are you asking?!

“Does it matter where it came from, Hunter?” she asked, her brows knitting. She swallowed hard, tried to catch her breath, tried to maintain this composure that she had going now. She ran a hand through her hair, and then she lifted her blue eyes to Hunter, wrapping her arms around herself in an almost protective manner, her shoulders small. “Why do you need to know? It’s not fucking important…”

No, but…he’d asked, and she really couldn’t hold out much longer. “Ronnie, Hunter,” she admitted. “Ronnie Crosby said Liv told her…” She swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut for a second. She didn’t want to repeat it. “About…something between you two.” Her voice was quiet and small there, but it grew in confusion, force, and volume as she continued to speak. “She…she, like…acted like it was a well-fucking-known thing. She said, like, I didn’t know you or…or some shit like that. Said that, like…you aren’t…the kind of guy…I think you are.”

She dropped her eyes.

She didn’t want to fucking sit on that thought for too long.

She shook her head, pursing her lips, her eyebrows knitting again. This time, her words were almost angry. “And I haven’t heard jack shit about this, Hunter. Not a single fucking word that said anything about you—…” Again, she couldn’t say it. She swallowed hard, her hands pulling tighter around herself, and she heaved her shoulders, as if she were cold. “And if I recall correctly, you said that you, like, pretty much didn’t know Liv at the fair and that you were basically hanging out as acquaintances. You said I had nothing to worry about.”

Did you lie to me?

Or just lie by omission?

She hoped neither, but she couldn’t ask him aloud.

The pressing in her ears and behind her eyes was keeping her here, keeping her anchored to the spot where her feet were now.

She felt sick. Sick with some morbid curiosity, a curiosity that she knew would never bear any happy result. Her stomach was aching, her head was hurting. Inside her lungs, ice flowed, and she struggled to keep her breathing from moving to panicked hyperventilation.

And this was only in fucking anticipation. When she found out the answer — which she prayed, hoped with all of the fucking power left inside her body right now — she knew—

It’d only get worse.

Either she’d collapse in relief, say fuck you to Ronnie and Liv, and it’d be the end of it.

Or…

“You can say no, Hunter,” she said quietly, looking at him again with pressing blue eyes. “I want to hear you fucking say no.”

She felt like she was going to be sick.

“But I don’t want you to lie — so don’t you dare fucking lie.” Her words, spoken into the tense silence, almost seemed to be written in the air. Despite their quietness, they held a fear — a demand. “Be as fucking blunt as you want — but tell me the truth.”




mood
...

location
a classroom

outfit
casual





playing...
oh god
by mothica​




mentions
liv & ronnie

interactions
hunter

tags
natsukashii natsukashii


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Ashton West


As she walked away from the failed rehearsal with Lucky, she was actually happy, smiling, and for once, it wasn't just caused by the alcohol coursing through her veins. Nope, her day was actually good so far. Like, you know, she got to enjoy the ride to school with her boyfriend, and then hung out with her friend, and for once since it felt as if the school year had started, she was actually feeling really happy, carefree, normal.

Of course, that didn't last long.

Leave it to freaking Dorian to ruin her day.

It had been, what, forever since she'd actually spoken to him? At least, like, willingly. Unwillingly? The stupid DMs he'd sent her, what, a couple weeks ago bitching at her for something she couldn't even remember. Look, she'd moved on literally years ago (well, it hadn't even been, what, two years? But all the same) when she'd gotten together with Nico, and any kind of ill feelings she'd had for Dorian had more or less dissipated.

Or, at least, she liked to think they had.

Until he'd rear his ugly head and remind herself of his presence. Just listening to his voice now grated against her nerves and she couldn't understand how hearing the sound of his voice used to make her, like, blush and dumb stuff.

Naturally, he didn't even start off greeting her and instead, went right down to business about why he'd approached her.

"I've been assuming Trevor was the newest secret boyfriend all along but now, I'm not sure. You and Lucky seem pretty cozy too so," he said, "I usually don't care what you're doing these days but I know how the whole top-secret thing ends and Lucky is one of my best friends. So, if you intend on playing one of your games with him, don't. He's a good guy and doesn't deserve your shit, Ash."

Was he--

Oh my god.

Was he serious right now?

Was he seriously trying to butt into her business, as if he had any kind of say? Who cared if Lucky was one of his best friends? JJ was one of her best friends, and she hadn't gone up to Dorian to tell him that she didn't deserve any of his shit. She'd looked the other way.

Or, like, well, as much as she could look the other way.

Her eyes narrowed, her arms crossing over her chest as she glared at him.

"Okay, first off, why are you so obsessed with who I'm dating?" She asked, pressing a hand over her chest, and then she just waved said hand dismissively and dropped it back to cross over her chest. "Actually, I don't even care. It's none of your business. I don't do secret relationships," anymore, although she didn't add that part, and her words only wavered for a moment over the lie. "And even if I was dating Trevor or Lucky, you don't get a say."

She was doing her best to keep her voice down, her words still a harsh tone and just above a whisper. She glanced over as someone walked past, and she stopped speaking for a moment, smiling pleasantly at them, before her expression darkened again after they walked past.

"Maybe focus on your own relationship -- you know, with the girl that happens to be one of my best friends."

With that, she flipped him off (super mature) and started to walk past him down the hallway again.

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mood
this bitch

location
hallway or something idk

outfit
omg great oufits





playing...
I Don't Know Why
by NOTD​




mentions
Trevor, Lucky

interactions
Dorian

tags
jasmyn jasmyn


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Jace West


His nose had stopped bleeding, but a dark bruise had started to form across his face. Jace leaned in close to the mirror, squinting at his reflection as he reached up with one finger to press lightly against the bruised flesh. He winced and dropped his hand back to his side when it throbbed in pain in response.

He pressed a hand against his abdomen, and again winced at the pain in his stomach.

With a heavy, defeated sigh, Jace leaned back against one of the sinks. His shoulders slouched forward, his arms dangling limply by his sides, and he focused on a random tile in the boy's bathroom.

It wasn't freaking fair.

He hadn't even done anything, and yet he seemed to be everyone's freaking punching bag.

Mike had punched him and berated him for no reason, insulting him with needless insults. As if he didn't already fucking (oh god, he'd started cussing in his narrative -- watch out) know that he was a mistake. A fluke, the kid his parents had debated on aborting before backing out. He freaking knew that, and he fucking realized that he was a disappointment. Kind of obvious when it was tossed back in your face every day of your life.

So could he kindly not just reiterate Jace's own thoughts and feelings aloud?

And then Lin.

Fucking Lin.

"Luhmao I wanna punch you."

What the heck was wrong with him, huh?

And listen, Lin hadn't said it aloud, but Jace knew the real reason behind the sudden hit to his face. It had to do with his stupid friendship with Jace's dumb sister, right? It wouldn't be the first time that he'd been threatened, punched, or slammed against a wall by some dude that claimed he was her friend.

Most of those guys had just been trying to get in her pants.

Jace wasn't stupid.

(Not that he thought Lin was, mind you.)

But it was stupid. Dumb. What happened between Jace and Ash should stay just between Jace and Ash, and he couldn't understand why people couldn't just leave them the fuck alone. Why did everyone have to constantly butt into her business and stand up for her? She was sixteen -- wasn't she capable of defending herself without this army of people whose only purpose seemed to be punching people for her?

Fuck, she'd probably told Lin to come punch him.

His hands balled into fists.

He pushed away from the sink and headed out of the bathroom. His breath was coming in heavy heaves through his bruised nose as he headed off -- first heading for a music room to deposit his guitar in and, after said guitar was deposited, he headed down the hallways once more.

Peeking here, peeking there, searching.

Until his burning blue gaze landed on his target. He hesitated for a moment when he saw her speaking with Dorian, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion, but maybe Dorian had stupidly decided to ask Ash where he was since the two were supposed to hangout following Jace's shitty morning.

The anger bubbling in his chest blinded him from thinking too much about it.

"Hey," he yelled at her, his voice cracking as he started down the hallway again. Someone was kind of in his path and instead of walking past like Jace tended to do, he shoved the dude aside with a surprising amount of strength and continued his march down the hallway towards Ash and Dorian.

"Look," he snapped at Ash, and pointed at his nose, "y-you see? Your... you... y-your friend did-did-did this," again, he pointed towards the bruised flesh, in case his sister hadn't noticed it. "Rab-rabid Beaver man, the... the... the... Lin. He-he punched me, because-because of... of... of you. This... this is your, your fault."

Ha, he'd totally gotten her.

Burn.




mood
angry grrrr

location
hall

outfit
like just a sweater and jeans





playing...
pity party
by lovelytheband​




mentions
Lin

interactions
Dorian, Ash

tags
jasmyn jasmyn Winona Winona


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Charming as the Devil
Jared Darrington
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Back to the grind. Now what do we have here?

@He.went.2.Jared has set their outfit to:
Casual

@He.went.2.Jared has set their location to:
School

@He.went.2.Jared has mentioned:
Gen, Evie, Saint, Avery (not by name), Maddie

@He.went.2.Jared has interacted with:
Adri ( Winona Winona )
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The lock-in had been good. Largely uneventful on his part since he spent a good chunk of it with his new girlfriend Madelaine . It was the first time they really let everyone know what was going on. Well what they were allowed to tell everyone that was going on. It had put a slight damper in his mood realizing he now had to actively real himself in because as his parents so graciously and constantly reminded him that he had an image to maintain with this. That the expectations of a single man and a man in a relationship where very different.

First they ask him to be a model to fit in in this school to watch out for Magnolia and now he has to be an actor to play house with Madelaine . When would it end? When would he be allowed to get back to what was really important? It was frustrating, but he was doing his best not to take that frustration out on anyone else especially not Maddie. She was a sweet girl and this was probably a lot for her, and while he had no real romantic interest in her that didn't mean he wanted to make things harder then they needed to be. It served no purpose and would ultimately make things harder for himself when getting out of this whole ordeal. Something he had every intention of doing once the time was right and the maximum amount of benefits had been squeezed out of this arrangement for him.

He was a bit surprised however at how accepting their peers had been over the whole thing. He knew they'd been laying ground work for a while, but there was damn near zero resistance to the idea of him settling down and with Maddie no less. Perhaps they were both better actors then he gave them credit for. Everyone believed in the whole opposites attracting business. Running in the same social circle and of the same department helped with convincing the public. The biggest hurdle he knew was going to be their siblings. They were going to be the hardest to fool and keep fooled because despite the complicated feelings between all the siblings they did know them better then anyone else in the world.

The next two weeks passed with relative ease. While he was supposed to be helping Gen and Mike on a Arts Fest project after what apparently happened at lock in for them he didn't really hear from either of them. Not that he minded because he didn't like drama, and felt like the whole thing was rather ridiculous. Gen seemed to be having break down after break down, and drama seemed to haunt Evie like a ghost. He didn't understand. So what if the girl and her brother had sex? Perhaps he didn't care because he didn't really have a relationship with Maggie. He didn't care who slept with her, even if it was one of his so called 'friends' it wouldn't bother him. He'd think they have no standards, but that's about it.
So they lied about it...well judging by the reaction this was why they lied. Not that he liked the idea of lying about it.

Lying wasn't something Jared indulged in but understood it. However if you are going to lie then don't get caught. Why they thought the best time to fuck was when literally everyone was in the school together was beyond him. Zero self control and forethought was the problem in this case not simply having sex. However now being in a situation where he had to lie himself he could see their point of view. Difference? He wasn't going to make careless mistakes and get caught.

What did he do instead then? Hang out with Saint, Maddie, and working on a separate Arts fest project just in case things with Mike and gen did fall completely through. Jared was big on having back-up plans, and back up plans for his back-up plans. He had to call in a few favors since it was so last minuet, but worth it. He decided to make his time here useful and is launching a new business fashion line as his own brand. This way he can have something that is his and his alone before taking over the family law firm as a side hustle. Not to mention after being here for over a year he's become accustomed to high fashion and would like to stay that way even in the court room.

Now just a few weeks left till the Fest he is feeling pretty confident about it. He still had a ton of work and meetings to work on it, but it was oddly...refreshing. The only points of annoyance being the ones like this morning riding to school with Maggie since the girl couldn't be trusted with a license. As usual they fought almost the entire way to school. Over what he wasn't even sure anymore. Anything, everything, who knows anymore. He couldn't be more glad to get out the car and head into the school to find Maddie. He knew she'd stayed the night at a friends and came with them, but where she wondered off to after he wasn't sure.

He supposed where most of the plastics hung out or had classes would be a good start. Could he just text or call her? Sure, but a morning walk to clear his head since his drive to school couldn't do that would do him some good. He liked being in a certain state of mind when at school or around her, so having a moment to collect himself was necessary. On his way he spotted none other then Saint and Adri standing by the lockers. There was also the third boy whom he had no idea who he was but looked like he was coughing up a lung in front of them. Seemed like they found an unfortunate soul to entertain them this morning.

He casual walked up behind them and leaned against the locker, "Now that sounds like a familiar deal." he smirked. Finding Maddie could wait for a bit. Adri was another person who he actually respected around here, and moments like this was exactly why. There were some things that money couldn't buy.
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Amethyst Jones
@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their status to:
Where can the good girls go to hide away~

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their outfit to:
Body lookin like Milk

@If.U.Seek.Amy has set their location to:
School (Cafeteria)

@If.U.Seek.Amy has mentioned:
Charlie

@If.U.Seek.Amy has interacted with:
Ava ( Winona Winona )
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Finding Ava was hands down the easiest and best thing she'd done today she was sure of it. Sure Ava's initial facial expression didn't look pleased to see Amy, but seeing it melt away damn near instantly made Amy feel really warm inside. The feeling of being well...welcome. She glanced and noticed the notebook figuring Ava had been working before she'd came up to her. It was only two weeks till the fest and it seemed not even Ava was immune to the crunch time stress. However that just made her feel like this was even more needed. It made her feel better in fact because it meant this wouldn't be just an escape for herself, but for her friend too.

Was it selfish to want to feel less selfish? That didn't sound like a bad thing.

She couldn't help but giggle at Ava's words trying to let herself actually be present in the moment. Let herself feel ok for a moment. All that mattered right now was right now. Fuck this morning, fuck what might happen this afternoon, and any moment after that. Right here, and right now was where she wanted her heart and mind to be. Focused and self centered on what can she do right now to make herself feel better. She knew she couldn't fix or even mend anything within herself or around her right now, so this was all she could hope for. A beautifully digitally violent escape. "Trust me I know. I don't think I'd last long in jail for vandalism." She giggled.

Actually could you go to jail for that, or was that just a fine? Charlie would probably know. Fuck, wait, nope, do not go there. Who cares about the answer to that. They were talking games. That's right stay on topic cause if you let your mind roam you will end up in tears again some kinda way and that was NOT the plan for the rest of the day. She turned on her portable console and handed her a controller before scrolling through the game options downloaded. "Hmm well I've got Monster hunter, Diablo 3, Hyrule warriors if you liked Breath of the wilds. Then there's Overwatch, or if you're looking for something more silly there is Cuphead."She asked. She also had games like all the Mario installments, and arms, but she wasn't really feeling any of those right now.

She hummed along looking at the options and waiting for Ava to speak up about which she preferred. When she did finally speak up it wasn't really what she was expecting to hear. Did she just ask if she was ok? Was her face still puffy from crying earlier? Were her eyes still red? Why was she asking that? Then when Amy turned to look at her face and saw an expression she wasn't sure she'd ever seen on the girl. Was she...was she worried about her? Amy didn't really think ava kept up with the drama around school or on twitter, but she was pretty sure she'd cleaned her face up before coming here.

Or were her feeling so strong it just radiated off of her how fucking miserable she was. For as long as she's known Ava emotional conversations didn't seem to be something she particularly got involved in, and not really something they usually did. She couldn't lie tho...it felt nice. It felt nice to have someone she considers a friend actually unprompted ask if everything was ok. Especially without first having to deal with some emotional baggage they were dealing with first. "I uhm..." She paused a moment.

She didn't want to lie to Ava, but she wasn't sure she could talk without busting out in tears either. It wasn't a lack of trust that made her hesitant it was the fact that she so desperately was tired of being sad and upset. She wanted to drown it out in mindless video game violence. Perhaps that's what alerted the girl more then anything. Usually it wasn't Amy seeking that out so intently. "I'm not. I hope I will be, but right now, not at all." She finally pushed out biting her lower lip lightly. If part of the problem with Charlie was her not talking about how she really felt, then she wouldn't make the same mistake with Ava. "However...if I talk about it I don't know if I will feel relief or just unlock more sadness." Like congratulations you've leveled up in your misery stat. What kind of skills would that even come with?

She sighed closing her eyes a moment to run her fingers through her hair letting out a nervous giggle, "So with that 50/50 toss up and us being in the very public cafeteria...I would um prefer not to try. Public break downs are very awkward and all." She finally looked back at Ava with a weak smile painted on her lips, "But I appreciate you asking. That makes me feel a bit better already." She meant it. It really did mean a lot to her that Ava would even open up the opportunity for that kind of talk to happen right now. It meant a lot to her to see how much her friends truly cared for her. "Thank you." Her smile softened ever so slightly as she spoke.

The gleam in her eyes not yet restored, but Amy liked to think that moments like this gave her hope. That she wouldn't feel like this forever. It then dawned on her that as much as she didn't realized Ava might actually know about the things going on in her life. Though to be fair a lot of it has been very public. She has zero idea of anything going on in Ava's. What kinda friend would she be if she didn't return the favor of trying right? "But what about you? How're you doing?" She asked curiously.
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josephine bennett



the wild card ~ 17 ~ junior












Josie nodded her head in agreement when Maggie suggested they grab more donuts. "We totally should. The only thing better than regular donuts are free donuts," she said as she stuffed another bite of the cherry-iced pastry into her mouth with a satisfied hum. Listen, Josie loved a lot of things okay. Parties, drinking, art, laser tag, those games where you shot at zombies, roller skating, the zoo, well, you get the point. Above all of that though, Josie had an undying love for food. Breakfast foods, ice-cream, candy, you name it.

Honestly, it was a wonder she was able to keep in shape with her addiction to both food and partying. She just had this thing called fast metabolism which her parents always warned her wouldn't last forever. Of course, Jo didn't pay much attention to the warnings because after all, she was the type to live in the moment. Who cares about five years from now when you could focus on the present? Why worry about the outcome or consequences down the line? It made much more sense to soak up the time you had right in front of you.

Maggie's next words caused Josie to nearly choke on the bite. She doubted that Mrs. Washington was really jealous, of course, but the thought alone was funny. There was something about imagining a woman who was pushing fifty walking around in a sheer top and downing an entire bottle of whiskey that just sent her into a fit of laughter. "I'll be sure to stick one like this on her desk for Christmas. Maybe then she'll like me," Josie joked, finishing the donut and washing it down the the strawberry milk in front of her.

"But hey lucky for me she spends all her time looking for you I can sneak on in without being dress coded. Now getting through first period is a different story."

It was a fair statement. The woman had it out for her and had since the moment Jo stepped foot into Hollywood Arts. It's like she'd spent her whole life just waiting for Jo to come along so she could pester her about every little thing. It wasn't even just the major dress codes either. Josie could turn a corner and there was Mrs. Washington, staring her down like whatever those birds are that have good vision or something.

"I should've known you'd have some liquor, shame on me for not hunting you down," she lauged. Now that she thought about it, she'd been sober most of the night which she hadn't even realized until that moment. "So, I was gonna go skinny dipping in the school's pool because it was the perfect opportunity and why not, right? Well, I though so until..." she trailed off for a second, memories of the night flashing in her mind. "Until what?" Maggie questioned, pulling her out of the brief trance.

"The pool had a few more guests than expected and so Saint, that's who I was with, he uh, he had the idea to go to the art room instead," she looked up to read Maggie's facial expressions so far before continuing. "Anyway, we get there and we are just kinda hanging out and he filled all these balloons with different color paint. It was actually really fun, we threw them at these canvases and each other and then one thing lead to another and..." she trailed off again only this time she made a 'dot dot dot' motion with her finger. "Ya know, we just kinda hooked up," she added even though she was sure that Maggie had understood what she meant.











































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MOOD: girlll imma tell u

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school
basics
MENTIONS:
Ash
INT:
ohdittoh ohdittoh (Trevor)
tags
TL;DR no
tl;dr
Callum Richards
Callum maintained a face of mild concern and dubiousness as Trevor released shallow, angered breaths. He looked like he was going to faint, which the frail dancer was not at all prepared to deal with. A part of him hoped that if he did, it was after their already-too-long interaction had ended and he would be absolved of any responsibility.

“Let me get this straight. You think you were justified and that it doesn’t mean anything because…what, Ash has other friends?”

If he'd have been paying attention, he'd know that the entire rift between Ash and Callum was because of her friends in the first place. He didn't expect anyone on the outside of their former friendship to understand when the only evidence he had for Ash's wrongdoing was just his hurt feelings. Nobody sympathized with him that way, yet at least his former friend had the unique understanding of why their friendship didn't work out, being the perpetrator of this entire mess.

“Because Ash isn’t killing herself in this moment over the loss of your friendship that I’m sure was oh-so-meaningful to you in which you treated her so well and got no doubt only shitty treatment in return, it meant nothing…?”

"It doesn't mean anything anymore," the dancer replied matter-of-factly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "Isn't that what matters now? We're over and done." If Trevor was trying to woo Ash with this half-assed, nosy confrontation, he really was insulting the girl's intelligence. Even Callum had enough respect for the girl not to so carelessly underestimate her.

“You don’t need to make any sort of apology, you don’t need to show any kind of remorse, and you surely don’t need to feel any kind of remorse, amiright? After all, it’s not like Ash valued you and your opinion to the point that she wanted to come and talk to you at the lock-in. It’s not like she put any effort into your relationship. It’s not like she was so destroyed by your emotionless bitchfit at the lock-in that she drank down a whole bottle in the middle of the science room floor or anything.”

As Trevor went on and on and on, Callum found himself absentmindedly counting the number of people that passed by. His eyes wandered around, moving everywhere but in the vicinity of the irishman ranting and raving in front of him.

“Oh, wait. It is. That’s literally what happened.” Trevor let out another chuckle, and Callum pondered for a moment over whether or not the guy was intentionally trying to emulate a monologue from a cliché drama. “I guess you were too busy making friends with her older brother and bonding over the resentment of being unlovable to notice that your words and actions have fecking consequences. You closed your eyes and acted like everything had no effect on her, you ignored what she was going through, and you justified it in your head — told yourself that she fecking asked for it when she was fecking trying to be a friend to you. And for…what? Catharsis? Retribution for a mistake that she’d made or some shite, since you’re so holy and pure?”

Trevor took a step closer to Callum, moving into his personal space, and he said flatly, “You’re disgusting. Are you in denial about that, too?”

Not only did the spindly senior not flinch nor blink as his personal space was invaded, but he slightly leaned in forward, mere inches from the other boy's face. His sunken, dark-circled eyes grew wide, staring back with and ice blue intensity that sent Medusa running for the hills.

"No. And I don't care."

Taking a page from Gen's book, he thought it clever to finally agree with Trevor's statements in his head considering, for the most part, he wasn't too far off the mark. "I don't know what your deal is, if you think ripping me a new one's gonna make it easier to get into Ash's pants, or if you're sitting on your high horse peeking into an issue you could never begin to comprehend for the hell of it, but you're barking up the wrong tree."

He maintained his ghastly attempt at a staring contest, locking Trevor's gaze in an unblinking, uninterrupted session of eye contact. As his face lowered closer in, he stooped down ever so slightly to match eye levels. "I didn't tell her to go get alcohol poisoning. She feels like shit and that's on her and she knows it. It's called remorse."

He straightened up, then looked down on Trevor with knitted eyebrows as though he'd said the most incomprehensible thing imaginable. "Why are you even here? You're gonna force me to accept her apology? What do you know?" Hardly anybody nearby so much as bat an eye at their argument, either because such conflict was commonplace in H.A.'s halls as of recent, or because both Trevor and Callum's tones were not indicative of an overwhelmingly unpleasant exchange. The latter boy's hands remained in his pockets as he assumed a casual, slightly slouching stance, his uncaring eyes darting about like everything in the moment was business as usual.

"I don't think you understand that I know I'm an outcast and that the only thing I blame her for is pretending be the one person who gave a shit, and then taking it all back without warning." He shrugged, assuming a nonchalant tone. "She goes through friends and boyfriends every other day. And trust me, I know, because I used to listen to her bullshit all the time."

Finally, he shook his head, offering Trevor a seethingly derisive sense of pity. "I almost feel bad for you. Wonder how long you'll last with her." He looked back over his shoulder, then past the other boy's shoulder. "She doesn't know you're here, does she? Figure she's got you wound up right around her finger. Wake up, man. You're playing around in a pen of snakes."
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trevor callaghan​


Fecking Snow White, sans the resurrection bit. That was just about how Callum looked, and it really only served to piss Trevor off more.

None of Trevor's words seemed to have any effect. If anything, the iron-deficient lad seemed to grow less and less interested in the conversation. He felt like his grandmother — talking to a feckin’ brick wall, nagging at it though his words would obviously have no effect.

As if his eyes were pulled up by fishing wire, Callum changed his expression. His eyelids pulled back, his pale, dead eyes growing wider in a way that almost made Trevor shiver. It was like he was being stared at by a cold, taxidermied figure. It was unnerving.

And to the entirety of Trevor’s long-winded rant, Callum gave a single, disinterested response. “No. And I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t.” And you also don’t realize how revolting you are, not to mention how much you favor a fecking stuffed muskrat mounted on the wall. “Why would you give a shite about anything, right? It’s all far beneath ya, Your Eloquence.”

(Though Trevor’s tone was biting and his irritation palpable, the sarcasm probably sounded less cutting and far less threatening than intended. When he was angry, he treaded more towards a rabid creature foaming at the mouth, wild-eyed with frustration, and hardly discernible. This may have been mildly frightening to the right person, but Callum did not seem to be that kind of “right person”, nor did he seem to be the wrong person who was amused by it. His response was alarmingly — and frustratingly — indifferent.)

“I don’t know what your deal is,” Callum said, “if you think ripping me a new one’s gonna make it easier to get into Ash’s pants, or if you’re s sitting on your high horse peeking into an issue you could never begin to comprehend for the hell of it, but you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

What the hell? This — this whatever the hell he was had the gall to be so presumptuous?! You either want to fuck Ash or you’re just doing this for fun? Trevor scoffed indignantly. “Barking up the wrong tree?” he repeated, and then he scoffed again, uncrossing his arms and throwing them up in disbelief. He looked into Callum’s dull eyes. “You — what the…”

But he trailed off, caught in a battle of the gazes. He moved back, uncomfortable. God, it was like staring at a dead guy. Callum moved his head forward, and Trevor pulled his head back, straining his neck back as far as it could go but not breaking eye contact. His teeth revealed themselves as his lips tugged into a scowl.

There was little more that served to piss Trevor off than people asserting themselves into his personal space.

He clenched his jaw, his muscles tensing up.

Back off.

“I didn’t tell her to go get alcohol poisoning,” Callum said.

Trevor let out a short chuckle. “Glad ya didn’t.”

“She feels like shit and that’s on her and she knows it. It’s called remorse.” Callum said it so matter-of-factly — so surely of himself.

Trevor felt his chest pull tight in anger. “It’s more a matter of semantics,” he said, offering no further explanation. His brows pulled lower, and he said aloud what he was thinking: “Will you back off?” He jerked his head backwards, and Callum seemed to get the memo, straightening up.

He was only about an inch, maybe a little more taller than Trevor, but he still had the expression on his face that conveyed that he thought he was speaking to a child — condescendingly knit brows and all. Trevor’s expression pulled to mirror his, his muscles tensing tighter. “Why are you even here?” Callum asked. “You’re gonna force me to accept her apology? What do you know?”

Trevor started to speak, breathing in sharply, but he couldn’t get words out — he was too fucking angry and confused at this idiot’s audacity. He shook his head, scoffing.

Callum’s posture slouched, and he broke eye contact, and Trevor studied him. He was casual, relaxed, trying to seem unfazed if he wasn’t completely unfazed. His hands were in his pockets. “I don’t think you understand that I know I’m an outcast and that the only thing I blame her for is pretending to be the one person who gave a shit, and then taking it all back without warning.” He shrugged. “She goes through friends and boyfriends every other day. And trust me, I know, because I used to listen to her bullshit all the time.”

Shut up.

Trevor wasn’t listening to what he was saying — he was more observing the way he said it. Like he knew more, like he knew fecking everything.

He didn’t know shit — or at least, he didn’t know more than Trevor. Callum was in the fucking wrong about this. Who cared what Ash did? This was about fecking Callum. No one fucking deserved what he’d done to her — but he was convinced that he was right.

To fuel to the fire, Callum shook his head, and his voice, when he spoke, was rife with pity. “I almost feel bad for you.”

Trevor recoiled, face balled up in confusion and offense. “You…”

“Wonder how long you’ll last with her.”

What the actual fuck.

Trevor scoffed.

Callum looked over his shoulder, and then around Trevor. “She doesn’t know you’re here, does she?”

“What…”

“Figure she’s got you wound up right around her finger,” Callum said.

You don’t know jack fucking—

“Wake up, man.”

Trevor’s eyes met Callum’s again. 

“You’re playing around in a pen of snakes.”

He said it.

So fucking confidently.

Like it was the fucking truth.

Like—

”Ash is just toying with you. She’s just out for herself. She didn’t care about me, she doesn’t care about you.“

He couldn’t even stomach his implications.

Callum didn’t know anything.

And the fact that he’d done what he’d done and thought he was right — thought that Ash deserved it?!

It.

Was.

Disgusting.

“Callum...?” Trevor said slowly, trying to get the other boy’s attention.

He took a step towards him, deeply inhaling. He squared his tense shoulders, standing tall.

And then, he set his eyes on him, and he spoke two very eloquent words: “Fuck you.”

At once, he pushed his hands into Callum’s chest, shoving him into the metal lockers behind them with all of the angry energy that he had in him.

And then, he turned on his heel and walked off.

Out of sight, out of fecking mind.

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It was lunchtime, which meant that Trevor, after lightly munching on the daily option, had an appointment with the loving Rachel’s second row of seats featuring the company of a tightly-rolled joint. It was relief in the highest degree — there was a reason why it was routine — and Trevor fecking needed the relief after today.

First, Ash — his girlfriend, might he add — had blown off a time that he had been promised for Fucky DuBullshite. He couldn’t dwell on that recollection too long without getting riled up again, which sent a pounding through his skull. Then came Fucky himself to terrorize Trevor behind a smug, shit-eating grin. What a pleasant conversation that had been, and it hadn’t served to piss Trevor off in the slightest.

And then, of course, after that came the discovery that Callum Richards, the self-righteous dickhead who had made Ash cry at the lock-in and stuck Trevor babysitting, was his locker neighbor and also still believed that he was in the right for what he had done.

And Trevor had shoved him for what he’d done, too.

Was Trevor proud of that fact? Was he proud to say that he’d physically attacked someone? He couldn’t say that. A paranoid part of him feared being sued or arrested for assault. But Callum’d had it coming to him — he looked far too uninjured for someone who’d done what he’d done — so Trevor was just glad to have brought some retribution to him.

And, yes, he’d relent it had proven to be pretty fecking cathartic, and from then to…well, just about five minutes ago, Trevor had had a decent day. It was true that he’d had a mild headache second period — he had a group project in that class — but that was to be expected. But that fact and the feeling along with it could quickly be brushed over, because soon after that, he’d gotten a text from Ash saying that her place was going to be parent-free this weekend — meaning he’d 1) get to spend time with Ash, which was a plus, and 2) be switching his company from a box of tissues to a box of condoms.

So he could forget her blowing him off; in another sense, she’d be blowing hi—

He’d neglect to finish that sentence.

Upon the promise of this weekend, he’d gone from okay to nearly chipper, and things started to look up.

When things were that way, it was always depressingly short-lived, though. Such was Trevor’s miserable existence.

And about five minutes ago, he’d gotten a text from Nate.

Asking if he had a spank bank of Evie.

Which was fecking disgusting, and creepy, and Trevor was hurt that Nate would consider that he had that, but it was apparently something that the fucked up mind of Lucky had led him to believe — or, at least, the notion that Trevor had a fecking spank bank and/or shrine was suggested by that fecker.

Was he supposed to be honored that Lucky thought of him so often that he was determined to make his life hell even when Trevor was nowhere to be found? DuBottomsucker had to be infatuated with him or fecking something.

Lucky, if you were listening, you could kiss something of his: my fecking arse.

Finally, Nate concluded the obvious, something that he should’ve known from the very fecking start — no, Trevor had no such thing.

There was nothing that got the mood up like dumb fecking rumors that made him out to be some fucking creep.

Fuck Nate and Evie and them thinking that he was some kind of fecking creeper.

Fuck Lucky's obsession with making his life fecking miserable.

Fuck Callum and his fecking arrogance. Fucking snob. Fucking nobody.

Fuck everyone, except his maybe roommates. Everyone fucking sucked. People fucking sucked. He hated them.

Fuck this school and all its fecking people who were going to be flops by thirty.

Fuck everything.

Just...fuck everything.

Jesus Christ, just fuck my whole fecking existence.

Breathing out a cloud of smoke through slightly-parted, dry lips, Trevor clicked off his phone with his thumb. In a rush of anger, he threw it down beside him, and it bounced off and slapped into his rubber floormat. He sighed deeply, looking at the lit joint in his hand.

Christ Almighty, his head was fecking pounding.

He dropped back against his seat, his head hitting on the rest. He kicked at the driver's seat in front of him in frustration, then he let out a loud, dramatic groan.

For a second, he stared at the back of his eyelids, experiencing the banging in against his skull with a clenched jaw, and then he sighed again and looked at the grey, felt ceiling.

“Rachel…,” he muttered, sighing, “sometimes, I feel like it’s just you an’ me against the world…an’ then I realize I’m talking to my fecking minivan.”




mood
fuck everything

location
rachel

outfit
something casual





playing...
i wanna slam my head against the wall
by glaive​




mentions
ash, lucky, nate, & evie

interactions
callum

tags
hery hery Winona Winona


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Ava Sanders


Okay well, thank fucking god, because Ava had been insanely worried more about uhh... ya know, haven't actually comfort Amy than anything else. But she didn't want to talk about it? Well fuck, say no more, because that right there was something that was straight after Ava's own fucking heart.

She nodded her head. "Alright -- I mean, if you need me to or to, I dunno... bust heads or some shit, I will," Ava meant it as more of a joke, a smile on her face as she did joke.

Could she? Sure -- you didn't need a permit or some shit to start going around punching people in their snooty, stuck up fucking faces, but would she? Probably not, even if asked. Ava, despite how she obviously came across (and by how she treated many guys on social media) was not a fan of physical violence. Err, well, it was less that she wasn't a fan and more that she just didn't want to risk getting in trouble.

Surprise, surprise, Ava was actually a good kid.

"Let's do Cuphead," she said in response to Amy's question. It was a fun enough game, even if it was fucking frustrating and Ava had found herself rage quitting it more than once before she'd actually managed to win the whole thing. A fact which she wasn't about to admit aloud, even though it had definitely happened.

Most games managed to get under her skin and cause her to get pissed off (she had a bit of a short fuse), but not to the point of rage quitting like fucking Cuphead had. And yeah, she'd thrown her fucking controller at the wall more than once out of pure frustration.

Stupid fucking game.

She took the controller from Amy and scooted her chair back a bit so she could keep her feet up on the chair next to her. As she got situated, she seemed to remember her open notebook and she reached over to flip it shut. She'd get back to all of that shit later, because this gaming thing obviously took priority.

"But what about you? How're you doing?" Amy asked, and Ava glanced away from the screen of the Switch to blink over at the other girl.

Huh?

Oh well fuck.

Uhh...

"Fine," she stated with a shrug.

She had been fine. She was fine. Like, there wasn't really anything wrong or upsetting in her life, probably because she didn't get all tied up and wound up with the drama that all of her peers seemed to get all fucking wound up about. Ava could manage to keep her anger, her pissy attitude, her thoughts and feelings more or less to herself. More or less because sure, she'd lash out here or there.

Even so, it wasn't like she got twisted up and hurt over anything.

"Just... same shit as everybody else, ya know?" She said and tapped her knuckles against her notebook before she rested her elbow against it. "Words and creativity and shit flow just fucking fine until you've got a deadline looming up ahead, and then suddenly, there's just... fucking nothing."

She let out a heavy sigh and gave a shake of her head.

"It'll be fine, though. It's whatever. Just ready for the dumb festival to be over."

But then it was the Ball and Ava fucking hated dances.

Holy fuck.

She wished she was homeschooled.




mood
gaming mode activated

location
cafeteria

outfit
oh damn, no sweats, special day





playing...
i wanna be your girlfriend
by girl in red​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Amy

tags
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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saint andrew taylor


After Adriane had voiced how “forgiving we’re feeling today” and let the boy off with an IOU, Avery had thanked them, ducked his head, and ran off, which put a stop to Saint’s mild amusement. All good times must come an end, he supposed.

He turned to Adriane, sighing softly. “It seems we’ve scared it away,” Saint commented.

He looked around the parking lot. Without a joint to smoke, there was really no point in staying out here. It wasn’t great scenery, and there wasn’t anything much to rest up against. He was fine with standing around and waiting for the bells to ring, but it was much better to stand inside for that. “Shall we go inside…?” he asked, but he didn’t wait for much of a response; he was sure that she was thinking along the same lines as he was. Instead, he just began to walk.

“I doubt that he even knew what a joint was…” He spoke in his usual, slow, thoughtful manner. “How do you not know what one is, though…?” he wondered aloud. “Has he…never been outside? That would explain his social ineptitude…and the fact that he almost began to cry.”

They came to a stop at Adriane’s locker, and Saint’s eyes moved over to look at the others hanging around the lockers. Nothing really interesting was occurring; someone shoved someone, someone else was gossiping, someone else was dragging someone else off. All of them looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t really place their names.

He sighed again, crossing his arms. “Well…though we didn’t smoke, I suppose it wasn’t the worst experience,” he concluded, “though I would’ve much preferred to smoke the joint without him bothering us.”

“Now that sounds like a familiar deal,” said a voice from behind them, and Saint turned to see someone who he considered to be his best friend: Jared Darrington, leaning up against a locker.

Saint breathed in amusement, giving him a raise of the eyebrows as a nonverbal greeting as he responded. “It wasn’t the kind of familiar deal we’d’ve preferred.” He glanced over at Adriane. “We just went out to smoke; instead, we wound up having to play teacher to a boy who belongs in grade school.” He looked back at Jared, giving a slight tilt of his head. “It proved entertaining enough…but it was a waste of a good joint.” He glanced at Adriane, prompting further commentary, and then he looked back at Jared once more.

The serious boy gave his friend a slight shrug. “I suppose that’s how it goes…so how's it going for you?”




mood
talking

location
the lockers

outfit
flowers





playing...
god's plan (drake cover)
by our last night​




mentions
avery

interactions
adriane & jared

tags
Winona Winona Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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  • how he's feeling...



    feeling good feeling great

















REMI



QB1(#12) - Junior- Handsome - Actor













The day started like any other day for Remi. You know, waking up at the butt-crack of dawn to hit the gym and do his first workout of the day. Today was chest, shoulders, and triceps and he hit it hard at his at home gym. Then it was the short drive to a field where he met up with one of the receivers from the team and then spent the next hour running through routes, timing, and overall building chemistry. When that wrapped up, it was barely 0600 and Remi had returned to his apartment and began to eat while studying. Nothing complex- it was morning after all. Tassot kabrit, diri ak fey lalo ak sirik, 6 scrambled eggs (with cheese), and a banana strawberry mango kale and spinach smoothie with whey protein . This was on the lighter side of breakfast for him.


After completing his meal and study session, he proceeded to the bathroom to begin his morning routine. You know - shower, skin care - the typical morning routine. Nothing big. Either way, when he stepped out of the shower he got dressed and headed to school early to take care of other extra curricular activities like his SGA duties. Eventually, he would make it to class and at some point shot a DM off to Amy. He had gotten a text that one of his friends was going to make him another chain, and he wanted to get rid of the old one. He didn't need the money, but logically it made more sense to sell it and use it towards the new one.

Time would pass and he would head off to his free period. There was a script he needed to finish and what better place to do it than in the peace and quiet of the weight room. He usually was the only one at this time who put in the extra work in the weight room outside of the mandatory gym sessions for either of his football or basketball practices. Because he had such a consistent routine, who would know most days who would be when and where. Plus sometimes being in the gym inspired him to write. It wasn’t always the greatest of words, but either way, he was productive.
So, he expended 30 minutes towards his script until the flow stopped coming naturally and did not press it any further out of fear that the new things he was writing would be contrived. So taking a free hand to close the laptop, he shoved it into his bookbag and stuffed it into his football locker swapping the backpack out for a duffle bag with the school’s name on it. There was a quick wardrobe change, back to the compression gear in the school colors, along with workout shoes and gloves.

There wasn’t much hesitation as Remi got on his back on the bench and begin to do bench presses. Fifteen reps at 215 and he rested the bar back on its rack and sat up. He took in a slow breath rubbing his eyes, before going back at it. He spent the next hour there, before he noted he was going to be late for his next obligation and immediately got up to his feet.

He didn’t bother to shower nor change, instead swapping his gym bag out for his backpack again before heading outside the weight room. He made it halfway to his destination before he heard his name. It took a minute with the chaos of students in the hall before he recognized the direction from which it was coming from before he was damn near tackled. He blinked a few times trying to regain his wits before gazing down below him.

It was Leonia and one he recognized this fact it kind of upset him that he didn’t bother to shower and change. They were childhood friends so it wasn’t as if it was their first time meeting and this would be his first impression on her BUT there were two people he always wanted to put on for especially. That was Amethyst and Leonia, two women he (whether he would admit aloud or not) had crushes on for a long time.

He took in a deep breath after the second hug and looked down the hall,
”Stone, you’re here?”
he questioned before returning his attention to her. He offered her a smile and brought her in for another hug, and this time holding her closer and tight,
“Smell the stank, enjoy it.”
He pulled away with a chuckle before laughing ,
”You got something to do? I can go grab a shower and spend some time with you if you’re free.”













































♡coded by uxie♡
 






Nathan Woods


Now, Nate had spent a decent part of his life...

Well, he'd basically spent a decent part of his life thinking that he was content. That he was happy with the way things had landed in his life, and by all accounts, he should've been content. He'd been accepted into fucking Hollywood Arts to pursue his dreams which had been a miracle, especially considering everything that he'd done before that. Everything that he'd done wrong, with a bullet point list of why he didn't deserve the opportunity.

And then he'd been content with the school life, until he wasn't. And then he'd been content being Amy's boyfriend, until he wasn't. And now, well...

Now he'd say that he was content being Evie's boyfriend, except that every time he'd felt content, it had felt like a lie to himself. A lie of "this good thing has happened, you should be happy" type of shit. So by saying he was content, he was really kicking Evie down to the same level as that shit.

He was more than just content. He was fucking...

Well, he'd put out his joint and placed it back in the center console of his car, and then the two of them had walked inside. And just being able to walk in with her was great, but then she'd grabbed his arm and pulled it around her shoulders, and Nate's heart had given a solid thud in response, which just felt... weird.

Weird, but good, because he didn't think he'd ever felt the same feelings with anyone else that he felt with Evie. He hadn't known what just... general infatuation was until he'd met her, and he hadn't known what really feeling content felt like until now, as he walked into the school, his arm around Evie's shoulders, and a goofy smile on his face.

Nate had a girlfriend. That in and of itself wasn't a huge surprise, and it wasn't anything to throw a huge party over.

But Nate had literally the best fucking girlfriend in this entire school, and now that was something that was a surprise, and something that deserved to have a huge party thrown over.

He was actually smiling. He was actually comfortable. Nate didn't think he'd ever felt this at home when he'd dated Amy, as if he fully belonged to be right here, but it was like... ah... like that feeling as you you finished putting a puzzle together or something. Evie and Nate just fit in a way that he hadn't fit with anyone else.

Also it was a major ego boost to be like "hey fuckers, look at this -- I'm dating the hottest girl."

As they got to her locker, he let his arm drop away from her shoulders and he leaned against the locker beside hers. It brought back memories of that first day after Homecoming, when he'd first kind of come to terms with the thought of oh shit, I got feelings for Evie, except there would be no Dei to argue with. There'd be no sitting in front of Trevor's van, slumped on the parking lot as he debated with himself over her.

"I'm not looking forward to Mr. Covington's first period. We are supposed to have some lab thing and I'd rather die. He always picks the worst pairings," she said.

Nate chuckled. "I dunno, maybe you'll get some really nerdy fuck and you can make 'em do the whole thing. That's what I'd do." He explained with a grin, as if it was a good joke.

Fuck, here they were, just discussing normal fucking school stuff, and Nate couldn't've been happier.

---------------​

Alright, so some things from that day of school hadn't changed.

One of those things being smoking weed outside the pedovan.

Sure, Nate didn't have the excuse of not having any weed in his own car this time, but he did have other reasons to be approaching Trevor's van. And it wasn't just the spank bank conversation, which despite how it might've come across on Twitter, he didn't really think existed.

...

He was like ninety percent sure it didn't exist.

Even if it hadn't existed, Nate wouldn't have gotten super pissed over it or whatever. Sure, he'd want it destroyed, but whatever. Evie was fucking hot -- he couldn't blame Trevor.

But it had just been fun to fuck with the kid, and in turn, Amy.

Ha.

But that whole conversation? Gone, disappeared from his memory more or less.

And sure, he didn't actually necessarily want Trevor's weed this time. Nate had come outside to do his own kind of ah... things, but after one of the conversations on Twitter, well... as he'd looked at the creepy van, he just... he couldn't really let it lay, so to speak. Nate, believe it or not, was loyal to a handful of different people.

One of those people being Callum.

So he approached the van and once he was there, he leaned against the driver's side door and banged his fist against the backseat door.

"Trevor, I know you're in there," he yelled, and damn, he was getting some deja vu. "You assault people now?" He called through the glass.

And no, he wasn't going to punch the skinny stoner.

.... Probably.




mood
weeeeed

location
parking lot

outfit
omg clothes





playing...
Ho Hey
by The Lumineers​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Evie, Trevor

tags
jasmyn jasmyn ohdittoh ohdittoh


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trevor callaghan​


Of course, just when Trevor thought that he could finally get some relaxation and could finally catch a break—

BANGBANGBANG!

Trevor jerked in surprise, his body tensing, his soul leaving his body for a moment, and his eyes shooting open as he involuntarily yelled, “AGH!” He nearly dropped the joint in his hand, but he barely managed to hold onto it.

“Trevor,” called a voice from outside, “I know you’re in there.”

“Feckin'...,” he muttered when he saw who it was. Nathan. “No, I’m not,” he said loudly, scowling at his shadowed figured. "It's empty. Go away.” His pulse had quickened when he was jarred, which meant that the throbbing in his skull was faster. He lifted his hand to his head, letting out a soft groan. “My fucking head…,” he mumbled.

“You assault people now?” Nate asked.

Trevor dropped his hand, looking away from Nate to glare at the headrest of the driver’s seat. For a moment, he just stared at the seat, thinking that his weed friend would go away if he just waited it out.

But when he glanced over, the figure was still there.

The groan he let out this time was more theatrical and was accompanied by him weakly flopping his arm in the direction of the doorhandle. He grabbed and tugged, but he only caught air. He tried a few more times and had the same result, and then he scoffed in frustration. He scooted over in his seat, then leaned forward and angrily snatched the hard plastic handle. He gave it a sharp tug, sliding it open just enough to reveal his head to Nate.

He leaned closer to the doorway, his lips pulling into an unamused expression, brows low with irritation. “You accuse people of getting off to five-by-nines of your girlfriend now?” he asked, voice flat and huffy.

He paused a moment to glare at Nate, and then he looked to his hand on the door, and then he looked to the weed in his hand, and he thought better of being a grumpy dick right now. Instead, he tugged the door the rest of the way open, letting go and allowing it to slide and latch in its place as he took a drag from the joint. He dropped himself back against the seat as he held in the breath, and then he released it slowly, looking to the ceiling.

Once the breathe was out, he said, “Fecker made my girlfriend cry. I’d say he deserved worse than what I did to him.”

He didn’t realize that he’d just let the words my girlfriend slip.

He looked over at Nate. He suddenly recalled that Nate was pissed at Evie for even threatening to do anything to Callum. Trevor felt like he needed to request: “Don’t bust my face in.” As an incentive for his friend to honor that request, he sighed dramatically and held out the joint. “Here.”

Even if Nate was here to beat his arse, weed would keep him safe. Of that, Trevor was sure.

“It was just a shove,” Trevor continued. He probably shouldn’t be continuing, but he felt as though he should be — he needed to defend himself, to both justify and to make the fact that he'd done what he'd done more digestible. “He acted like he was dying after I did it — he was so damn dramatic about it — but it probably felt like—…” He cut himself short of finishing that thought at first, but then he sighed again. “Like a strong breeze, at most,” he admitted in a grunt, and then he sighed once more. “Granted, a strong breeze could probably also bruise the poor, anemic soul…but my point remains. I didn't do it unnecessarily.”

He looked over at Nate again, his brows pulling down again. “So did you come ta pry around my business unwarrantedly?” he asked unamusedly. “Should I refer to you as Inspector Nate?”




mood
😒

location
rachel

outfit
something casual





playing...
i wanna slam my head against the wall
by glaive​




mentions
callum, evie, & ash

interactions
nate

tags
Winona Winona


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The dance went better than expected, the changes that they did to choreography, made everything go smoothly, it didn't seem as if they were struggling just a couple of minutes ago and that both were on the edge because things weren't going as expected, this is what you get when you allowed yourself to not close yourself to a specific idea. Note to herself invite Spencer something to eat as a thank you gift for being the one and also Zeph for being her duet partner but that would be after the Arts Festival, she didn't want to jinx it by saying they were ready and that they could just relax.

"You basically saved our duet, I'm sure if we continued like that Zeph would have lost it at any minute" She said jokingly "Okay, I might be exaggerating but you really did help us a lot" She added as she went to grabbed her water bottle and take a sip from it “So, my opinion is one thing but what do you think of the arrangement?” Spencer asked "I definitely felt better, I didn't have to put as much weight over my foot so that was for sure a plus. And also the movements flow better or at least for me. So changing the choreography was for sure a better option than continue with the original one" She replied sincerely.

Maeve got closer to watch the video on Zeph's phone, so far it looked good to her, they were able to express what they wanted through dance and it looked natural, but would Xeoh think the same thing as he had like an eagle eye for this kind of things? As she continued watching Spence asked him if the girl on his lock screen was his girlfriend, she knew a bit of pieces od who Stella was and her relationship with Zeph but she didn't know a lot of details of the whole story "They really do" she replied to Spencer about his comment of Stella and Zeph looking great as a couple even if the comment wasn't targeted towards her.

Maeve listened as Spencer suggested he should spend time with Stella as a reward for the hard practice "Spencer is right you shouldn't keep Stella waiting more than she already has, besides I can't really stay for long I have to catch up on some assignments. But we should definitely practice another time before the Arts Festival, let me know when you are free" she said with a smile. As she stood up and started packing her belonging in her bag "Thank you for helping us Spencer and I'll see you both later!" She said before she headed out of the practice room.

With little time on her, Maeve rushed back to the dorms to take a quick shower, the last thing she wanted was to attend classes after spending her morning practicing her duet. Barely making it on time to her biology class, the rest of Maeve's day was pretty uneventful. After her class was over and with an empty stomach because she forgot to bring a snack with her, she was heading to buy something for herself, that's when she saw a girl walking that seemed lost in her own thoughts holding a box of... red velvet cupcakes!? Maeve loved them so much and just the sight of them made her stomach rumble, was the girl planning to give them to someone, or was she kind of selling them, maybe she couldn't lose anything asking so Maeve got closer to Tilly "Hi! I was wondering... Is everything okay? You seem down" Maeve asked worried, maybe the snack could wait.
Location: dance practice room | Mood: we can do this, right?
Outift: Here | Interactions: Zeph ( Winona Winona ) Spencer ( Xed Xed ) Tilly ( natsukashii natsukashii )
Maeve Anneliese Ackerman


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Adriane Holloway


Her cold gaze watched as the freshman toddled off. Well, that had been more of a hassle than entertaining, and Adriane found herself greatly disappointed.

“It seems we’ve scared it away,” Saint commented.

No duh.

"Good," she responded with an equal lack of enthusiasm.

“Shall we go inside…?” he asked.

However, before she could really respond, Saint was ambling his way towards the school building. With a roll of her eyes, Adriane fell into step beside him. It wasn't like there was much to do outside now that the joint was covered in, ewww, freshman spit and whatever germs it had picked up from the asphalt. And standing out in the sun was nothing but an annoyance, unless she was on the beach to, well, tan.

“I doubt that he even knew what a joint was…” Saint started again. “How do you not know what one is, though…? Has he…never been outside? That would explain his social ineptitude…and the fact that he almost began to cry.”

"Began to cry?" She echoed and gave a laugh. "He did cry, at least a little bit. That was the only good part about wasting our time with him." If she could consider any part of it good, anyway -- but hey, look, Adriane was a touch an optimist, obviously. "Not even outside -- has he never watched television?"

She let out a breathy sigh as they came to a stop at her locker. Adriane input her combination for the second time today and popped it open, but this time she was stuck with glaring at her backpack and thinking about the missing joint. Sure, she probably wasn't even going to smoke it today -- it was just in there in case she got bored -- but it didn't mean that the lack of joint didn't still manage to piss her off.

“Well…though we didn’t smoke, I suppose it wasn’t the worst experience,” he concluded, “though I would’ve much preferred to smoke the joint without him bothering us.”

“Now that sounds like a familiar deal,” a voice called and Adriane tensed up for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she looked to see the source of the voice, and then her body relaxed when she recognized it to be none other than Jared.

Normally, she wouldn't have minded seeing a fellow plastic that she considered to be a friend and not an enemy, except that he was now kind of dating Maddie -- which had totally come out of nowhere. Unfortunately for Jared, this meant that Adriane was a little more on edge around him, mostly because she was determined to keep an eye on Maddie and keep her from getting hurt again.

Would she destroy Jared if he broke her heart? Obviously.

“It wasn’t the kind of familiar deal we’d’ve preferred.” Saint said. “We just went out to smoke; instead, we wound up having to play teacher to a boy who belongs in grade school. It proved entertaining enough…but it was a waste of a good joint.”

"If you consider a child kissing you unwanted while also having all of the fun of a high while you had nothing, then yes, it was so entertaining," she agreed with a roll of her eyes, a certain sarcastic tone to her voice.

“I suppose that’s how it goes…so how's it going for you?” Saint asked Jared.

She closed her locker door and leaned against it, her arms folding across her chest as she looked towards Jared. "Yes, how is it going for you and Maddie?"




mood
ugh

location
outside

outfit
something hot, stylish, and probably barely school appropriate





playing...
Fuck You
by Lily Allen​




mentions
Avery, Maddie

interactions
Saint, Jared

tags
ohdittoh ohdittoh Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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