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Nathan Woods


Obviously, Nate didn't move a muscle when Trevor tried to yell at him to go away. Instead, he'd simply rolled his eyes and remained in his position leaned against the driver's side of the van. Fuck, Nate had all day... well, maybe not all day, but at least until the end of lunch to sit out here and wait for Trevor to open the van door.

And sure enough, he didn't even have to wait along until the skinny little wimp was pulling the door to his creep van open just enough to stick his head through. Nate looked down at Trevor, one eyebrow cocked up as he waited for him to speak.

“You accuse people of getting off to five-by-nines of your girlfriend now?” he asked.

The little fucker just had a death wish, huh?

Nate's eyes narrowed, although his expression was basically just unamused as opposed to any kind of real anger. "You called her hot and you're pathetic. Wouldn't be surprised if you did," he responded with a casual shrug, as if it should've been obvious why he'd thought what he had.

He wouldn't punch him over that, though.

Trevor seemed to relax, or maybe not relax, but he gave up on trying to make Nate leave. At least, that's the way it appeared as he pulled the door the rest of the way open.

“Fecker made my girlfriend cry. I’d say he deserved worse than what I did to him.”

Nate blinked.

Girl--

Oh fucking hell.

“Don’t bust my face in.” Trevor added, and then held the joint out -- undoubtedly as a way to try and secure the safety of his face. “Here.”

No, Nate wasn't really going to punch Trevor, although he had considered roughing him up a little bit. But hey, he was actually in a decent mood today. So he plucked the joint from Trevor's hand and took a hit. He inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs, and then he exhaled slowly as Trevor started trying to explain himself.

He couldn't understand why Trevor couldn't just leave it at "I shoved him" and move on.

“It was just a shove,” Trevor continued. “He acted like he was dying after I did it — he was so damn dramatic about it — but it probably felt like—… Like a strong breeze, at most,” he admitted. “Granted, a strong breeze could probably also bruise the poor, anemic soul…but my point remains. I didn't do it unnecessarily.”

Right, he'd done it to, what, impress a blonde chick?

“So did you come ta pry around my business unwarrantedly?” Trevor asked. “Should I refer to you as Inspector Nate?”

"If you wanna get punched," he responded in the same unamused tone as he brought the joint back up to his lips and took another hit. He looked away from Trevor as he exhaled, his gaze scanning the array of cars. "Came to figure out why the fuck you thought it was okay to put your hands on my friend." He explained, and then he turned his head to look at Trevor again. With a smile that was probably anything but warm, he took a step forward.

"I get it now, though," Nate continued, and he reached out with a large hand to gently pat Trevor on the shoulder, although gently was still rough and yes, he intended it to be a little rough before he kept his hand on the skinny stoner's shoulder, giving it a harsh squeeze. Just in case Trevor had any kind of doubt in Nate's abilities to snap in half like the twig that he was. "Trying to impress your 'girlfriend,'" although he didn't use any kind of air quotes, his tone implied that he didn't believe this bit of information, "to get laid. Been there, done that. Think about who you're roughing up next time, though, yeah? Won't do anything this time 'cause I get it. I'd of done the same. Or a lot worse."

As in, Nate would've completely wrecked Callum's shit the night of lock-in without missing a beat had he dared to do what he did to Ash to Evie.

And yet here he was, defending Callum against the people that wanted to do just that.

Yeah, he understood how dumb it sounded.

He let go of Trevor's shoulder and held the joint back out for him.

"You know just 'cause you make out with a girl once and go on one date with her, she ain't your girlfriend, right?" He asked. "You have to actually, ya know... ask."

Yeah, he definitely had thought the girlfriend comment was a slip up.




mood
weeeeed

location
parking lot

outfit
omg clothes





playing...
Ho Hey
by The Lumineers​




mentions
Callum

interactions
Trevor

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ohdittoh ohdittoh


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Zeph Evermore


It actually looked good, although not polished, and Zeph was starting to feel a little better as he watched the video come to an end. With a smile, he closed out of the video... and was about to suggest that they go over it a couple more times just to really solidify it in their new routine, until Spencer started talking.

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

"You basically saved our duet, I'm sure if we continued like that Zeph would have lost it at any minute," Maeve joked. "Okay, I might be exaggerating but you really did help us a lot."

He rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, although there was still a small, goofy grin on his face as he did so. "I was gonna lose it... exactly," he clarified with a chuckle. And he wouldn't've -- he would've definitely kept his cool, no matter what all of you might think and no matter how his previous behavior might've made you think.

“Did it feel easier to pull off the parts you guys were struggling with?” Spencer asked, and Zeph nodded his head while Maeve answered the question.

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

What?

"Oh, ahh... yeah," Zeph responded with a nod of his head and a soft smile as he glanced back down at his phone, peering at the lock screen for a moment before he looked back up at Spencer. "Stella. We've been together since uhh... since Halloween. She was my best friend but I never thought I'd be lucky enough to date her."

It was true, although it wasn't like he was all flabbergasted or blindly daily by the fact that he was dating her. Plus, they worked well together. Dating Stella was... easy -- obviously. How could it not be easy? They'd already spent so much time together before that it only made sense that dating didn't cause that big of a rift.

“You guys make a great looking couple." Spencer added. "Are you planning to hang out with her after practice?”

“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.”

But--

"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," Maeve added and before Zeph could say much more, she'd departed.

Well.

Damn it.

He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping down a bit. "Alright, alright, thanks for the help, Spencer. I'll catch you around," he said, giving the other guy a casual smile before he headed over to his dance bag, scooped it up and tossed it over his shoulder, and headed out of the dance room.

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One quick change of clothes later, and Zeph had set about his day because by time practice was over, well... he pretty much had to go to class. Woops. But he had agreed to meet Stella for lunch, and the promise of that meant that he was paying very little attention to his classes.

Continuously, Zeph found himself glancing towards the clock to see how much time he had left. And continuously, he was disappointed to see the minutes dragging on. What was just measly hours felt like entire days that stretched into entire weeks and Zeph was pretty sure he'd be a grandpa before he was going to be let out of here.

Eventually, eventually, classes were finally ended and it was time for lunch. Zeph wasted no time in rushing his way to his locker to deposit his books, and then he wove his way through the halls until he got to Stella's locker. He paused for a moment, his steps slowing down until he caught sight of her by her locker, and his smile broadened once more.

"Hey," he said, a bit breathless as he came to a stop beside her. "How's your day been?"




mood
chilll

location
wherever da stella is

outfit
less gym clothes, more casual





playing...
We Like It
by Computer Games​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Stella, Maeve, Spencer

tags
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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  • how she's feeling...



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Camille Clairmont



dancing queen ~ 17 ~ junior












Cami grew even more curious when Eli revealed that the dance he'd been working on was for a competition and not Arts Fest. Honestly, she loved competitive dancing almost as much as she did the idea of being on Broadway one day. When Cami was younger, she would enter almost every competition that she could in the cities that her parents were touring in just simply because she loved the adrenaline of it.

"This is you just tossing together pieces of old dances? You make the choreography look so fresh and powerful. If you tell me when and where then I'll save the date. I'd love to come watch you compete," she smiled. "I enjoy competitive dance, it's always been so much fun to me," she added, not wanting it to be weird. Was that weird? Maybe not. Either way, she just didn't want it to come off like she was being...whatever.

The blonde girl decided to attempt the move one more time but again she stumbled, her eyes flashing over to Eli as he took a few steps in her direction, explaining that he focused more on his hips than his feet to master the spin. "May I?” he questioned, receiving a simple nod from Cami in response. His hands reached out and landed on her hips, applying pressure as he further described what he meant. She felt her heart rate speed up in response to his touch, the nerves clearly finding themselves front and center.

Why was she so nervous anyway? Maybe it had to do with the earlier texts from both his best friend, Ash, and her childhood friend, Mikaela. Between being asked if their upcoming outing with her siblings was a date-date in a not-so-subtle way and being told that Eli had mentioned something about kissing her, well, Cami was a little flustered.

Camille might've just asked him herself except for the fact that she knew Mik well enough to know sometimes she said things just to mess with her. What if this was one of those times and she made it awkward for no reason? Then again...what if she wasn't? What if Eli did want to kiss her? What if he thought this triplet date thing was a real date? What would she do then?

It wasn't that Cami didn't find Eli attractive, of course, he was very cute but she...they had just met. They were becoming friends and she enjoyed his company so far but they hadn't gotten to know each other enough to be talking dates. Right? She wasn't really sure how that stuff went and she couldn't ask Chanel for advice because she was, well, Chanel and she had already been very vocal about her feelings towards Elias. For no reason, if you asked Cami.

Oh. Crap. A good few seconds had passed and Cami hadn't said anything yet. "That's, uh, that's smart. It gives you a little more control and keeps the move from looking too stiff, I get it," she agreed, her eyes meeting his for a moment before they both realized the lingering touch and closeness of their situation at almost the exact same time. As he pulled away, opening the space back up between them, Cami felt herself take in a sharp breath just before his voice broke the silence once again.

“Have you decided if you’re performing at the Art Fest yet? I’d love to see the dance you have together if you are, maybe I can pick up some inspiration from you for my solo.”

Now, usually stage fright was a foreign concept to the young dancer. Growing up in a famous family had given her the ability to perform under pressure without freaking out, for the most part at least but for some reason this made her feel as though she was a small child in the spotlight for the first time. "Oh! Sure. Yeah, it's not all perfected since it was really last minute for me but I found a great choreographer. I don't know how much inspiration it will be since it's a softer lyrical dance but maybe you'll see something useful," she told him.

Cami picked up her bag and dug through it until she found the small USB she had the music on, a song that Mik was going to be playing on the piano. She laughed a little when he mentioned JJ and how she would likely have a meltdown if he showed their duet to anyone. "From what I've heard, she is amazingly talented. I can't wait to see what you two do, at Arts Fest of course," she said, a smile as she walked over to where the speaker system was set up.

"Duets are honestly much more my style than solos. There is just something about feeding off of a partner's energy and telling a story with someone that draws me in, I guess. Solos are very rewarding too though, " Camille continued, plugging the USB into the port. After hitting play, she moved to a position in front of the mirrors and took a deep breath, waiting for the music to start. Soon enough she was moving with the piano sounds, trying her best to block out Eli's presence in order to allow herself to fully submerge into the dance.











































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Pretty and Powerful








Student



Leonia Stone













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Flirty











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location

Somewhere in HA











interactions

Remi











tags

www.rpnation.com

AkuTheWolfOkami

www.rpnation.com www.rpnation.com














Damn, he sure did grow up well.
Those were the first words that trickled thru her mind as she got a better look at Remi. Sure he's been attractive to her the whole time they've know each other, but wow...

Wow.

That's all she could really think of. He was chiseled like a literal sculpture. His arm definition was something she'd never seen before. Yes she had her fair share of men back in the day and up until now , but she'd feel different when it came to Remi. She began to wonder what she would've wore if she knew she would see him today. Her outfit right looked fucking amazing she knew that, it was just she would've chose something a little more daring. A little more with a bit of spice was the key to a man's heart. Well at least it always worked for her.

Leonia could feel that what she felt for Remi was something more than just friends. It had always been like that ever since they had become acquainted. She'd never admit that out loud though. 'Never be the first to convey your feelings'. That's what she preached to all of our friends once she got back into the dating scene. Mayyyyyyybbbbbbbeeeee if Remi felt the same way he would say something first. But men are usually scum, plus utterly stupid, Remi was a diamond in the rough and she considered him to be one of the good ones. She hoped she wasn't wrong her, her intuition was really spot on most times though.

She giggled when he asked her if she had any plans for today. The answer was completely none. She probably was gonna pick up some fast food, drive to her place, and watch Netflix for rest of the night. With late night shopping on the agenda but that on every night routine for her.

"None at all," she then glanced around the school which made her remember she had no idea where anything except the administration office. A idea popped up in her mind which led to her planting one manicured finger on Remi's arm.

Ugh Leonia you are so smart.

"I have no recollection whatsoever of where anything is, care to show me around?" She slowly let her finger travel down his arm until she pulled it away, grinning as she looked up at him. This little tour could let them catch up with one another. It had been a long time since they'd hung out anyways so why not? And if while on that tour a little occasional flirty comment wouldn't hurt anybody would it?

Hehe

"But please do take a shower first I can't deal with that smell any longer sorry." If she was going to be flirting, the stench would have to go.

She then waited for him as he wandered off to take a shower god knows where. She tossed her slick back ponytail over her shoulder and brought out her phone from her pocket. She was not about to miss out on all the good clothes that were on sale today. Shopping and shopping were how she mostly spent all of her free time. Although, sensing people were staring at you and the occasional looks once again she'd get as people walked by her made her feel a little bit happier than she already was.

"About time Remi, what the hell where you doing in there," she spotted him walking towards her and motioned for him to follow her as she started to venture deeper into Hollywood Arts not knowing where she was going. Her heels clicking on the floor everytime she walked.

"This school hasn't changed much has it?"


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trevor callaghan​


When Nate patted his shoulder, Trevor’s face crumpled in offense, as though demanding ”you used my toothbrush to scrub the toilet?!” or “you ran over my cat?!” or ”you fucked my grandmother?!”, his upper lip pulling up, his brows tugging low, and his mouth gaping slightly.

(It was a bit dramatic, seeing as the real question was "you don't believe I, a weird, stoned social pariah who smells like a middle school locker room, am dating Ash West, the hot, blonde lovable cheerleader?!", but melodrama was part of Trevor’s schtick. The word “charm” was going to be used there in place of “schtick”, but for fear of stretching the truth a bit too far, that word was not used.)

Nate seriously didn’t believe him. How fucking — fucking rude and presumptuous and offensive and every other word along those lines.

Would Trevor have believed himself had he told him even before the fair that he was going to be dating Ash West? No, because he was Trevor Callaghan and she was Ashton West, but still — fuck Nate for not believing him.

As Nate let go of his shoulder and delivered the lines, “You know just ‘cause you make out with a girl once and go on one date with her, she ain’t your girlfriend, right? You have to actually, ya know….ask,” Trevor crossed his arms tightly.

“Oh, fuck off,” he muttered, “jackass.”

(There was a reason why Trevor had few friends; a big player was the fact that he often told them to, “fuck off”, typically outright, if not by implication.)

He flipped up his middle finger at the other boy, then reached out and took the joint that he was being offered. “I did fucking ask,” he said sullenly. He stooped to grab his cellphone from the floorboard, and he held it up, wiggling it as if its black screen showed any proof of anything beyond I turned it off.

Indignantly, he lifted the joint to his dry lips. “I have a girlfriend. The same girl I bitched about to you over…basically nothing last time we smoked.” He shot Nate another glare. “Have had one since the fair, for your information.” He took a deep inhale from the unlit end, his brows pulling tighter, he let out a small cough, held his breath, and exhaled in a long sigh. “I would hardly call what I did ‘roughing him up’,’ he continued, “and I didn’t do it because I was thinking of anything besides how pissed I was at him for what he did. I had no fecking ulterior motives.” He raised his elbow to prop it up against the back of the seat as he turned to face more towards Nate. “Besides…doesn’t look like I need to try and impress her to get laid.” A nearly-proud grin snaked its way across his face. (It probably looked more creepy than anything.) “My existence is impressive enough, I guess you could say, if you catch up what I pick up.”

(1) The phrase was “if you pick up what I lay down”, but he lost much of his tact when under any kind of influence, as much as he bragged that he maintained his eloquence; 2) he slightly realized how…stupidly unbelievable what he was saying was, but he had to take any opportunity to gloat when it was presented.)

He maintained his somewhat-pride as he breathed in another breath from the joint, his demeanor having entirely shifted from just moments ago. He breathed out a breath of smoke in Nate’s direction, and then grinned his (mildly unnerving) grin again. “Ashton West and Trevor Callaghan are the new It Couple,” he said, and then he added, “except she asked to be secret, and then I asked to be secret, so no one knows about us.”

And then, he finally realized what he’d just done: he’d just told Nate about his secret girlfriend.

And his face fell dramatically, and he pulled his elbow out from underneath himself and dropped against the seat of his van. He bounced slightly, and he slammed his head back against the headrest, looking at the ceiling of his car. “Well, feckin’ shite,” he muttered to himself, and then he heaved a sigh. “Guess you know now,” he said to Nate. He glared at the ceiling for a moment, angry at himself. He took another drag from the joint. When he let out the smoke, he added, “And Amy knows…and I think Ash told Eli…and I think that’s it — or at least, I’ve been told that’s it.”

He raised his head up, holding the joint out to Nate. “I wanted to be public at first,” he started, “and then she didn’t, and then we weren’t public for…from fair to the day after Halloween, and then she and I hung out for my birthday, and she said we should go public, I was like, everything would change if we’re public, and everyone would probably, I dunno, try to pull me limb-from-limb every time I made a misstep and that doesn’t sound fun, and I’m not generally well-liked and all of that attention constantly would lead me to being put on some kind of psycho meds or something. I thought she was joking, since she suggested being private in the first place, so I laughed, and then she wasn’t joking. But I didn’t want to be public. Don’t want to be.”

That was entirely too much information that Nate probably cared nothing about, but Trevor’s filter was all but gone when he started to smoke.

Trevor realized that Nate still probably didn’t believe him, so he turned his body to shoot him a glare. “And before you say it — no, this isn’t somethin’ I fecking dreamed up. This isn’t some pedovan-induced hallucination, either,” he grunted. “This is as real as your thing with Evie.”

He let out another sigh, and he leaned back against the seat. “Speaking of, how’s that goin’? You in love yet?” he teased slightly, and then his face and tone slipped into bitterness again as he continued. “You have to be after bonding over such wonderful experiences as…speculating Trevor Callaghan has a spank bank. How I preemptively envy you.” Shifting in his seat, he crossed his arms again. “My chest burns with jealousy,” he added sarcastically.

(Trevor was good at being a dick to the few people who barely tolerated his existence.)




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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"Goddess of Chaos"
Magnolia Darrington
@Rebel.lia.on has set their status to:
Let's find something to get into.

@Rebel.lia.on has set their outfit to:
Crop tops = life

@Rebel.lia.on has set their location to:
School (cafeteria)

@Rebel.lia.on has mentioned:
Saint, Lucky

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Josie ( jasmyn jasmyn )
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Money had never been something Magnolia ever really concerned herself with. She was spoiled in that sense, and while she knew it in the back of her head, she never really choose to think about it. In her mind her riches were the only compensation for being born to such a shitty family. Not to mention it meant she could lend a helping hand whenever needed to her friends who weren't as lucky in that department. So while she understood Josie's sentiment it didn't really weight the same because for all she felt the world was her oyster and price tags were just pieces of paper, so everything felt free.

She also didn't mind over indulging because it's not like she was watching her weight. Should she? Eventually, but she was young and had the metabolism of a goddess in her opinion. She also had organs of steel since she'd let to be hospitalized for her over indulgence of illegal substances. Josie's birthday was proof of that. Either she was secretly an immoral with amnesia of drugs and alcohol is not the way God wants her to go out and her angels are working double time right now. Sure Jared is always nagging her about her health or whatever because he apparently cares about that for some reason. Why? Who knows. Most people would say duh it's cause he's your brother you're family blah blah blah, but no. She'd never believe their familial ties meant anything to him since they didn't really to her. It'd probably just be a hassle for him in some way shape or form if she kicks the bucket too soon. After all then he'd be stuck all by himself with their parents. Even he couldn't want that forever.

Maggie laughed at Josie's suggestion, "You'd be the best Secret Santa ever." She grinned. Sometimes she wondered how a school so on the cutting edge of the industries like they were could have teachers like that who were so out of touch with reality. This whole place should be about self expression in whatever form that takes, and it was beyond idiotic when they had petty limitations like this. She was technically fully covered, and people have walked the red carpet in less and got praised for it. Teacher like that needed to retire in her personal opinion, but sadly she wasn't in charge here.

"You should've known better." She shrugged giggling. Maggie took out her phone scrolling a bit through her different social media apps as Josie spoke. She was still listening of course, it's just Maggie needed to multi task and with her donut securely in her stomach she had nothing to do with her hands. The skinny dipping idea was the first reason she also wanted to go to the pool. Seems either birds of a feather truly flock together or it's just a painfully predictable idea. Either way seems like that wasn't going to happen anyways so no regrets about missing out on pool shenanigans. She could go skinny dipping in a lake somewhere late at night. Or maybe actually sneak into the school rather then that playful allowance and do it. Yah that sounded much more fun.

Her thoughts were almost lost in her let absolutely not fool proof plan to get into the pool by the name Saint. Of course she was talking to Saint again. She'd had her sneaking suspicion, but she wasn't going to say anything about it. How she wanted to handle him was her business even if Maggie hated how the guy treated her while they were together and especially how they broke up. However it's not like they are usually a magnet for the most stellar men in the world so ass holes were an occupational hazard. The only indication she gave acknowledging what she'd said was a brief pause in her scrolling a raise of her brow at the girl beside her and then she continued on back into her phone and scrolling. After all she wanted to hear how the story ends.

Before she even got to the end of her story however Maggie could tell where it was going just from the tone in her voice and how she was describing the experience. Josie was one of her best friends and so she prided herself in actually knowing what her friends were like. Maggie could very well bitch and moan about all the things saint did, or tell her it was dumb to get back involved with him in any way shape or form, and give her the lecture of the century. However what would that do? It's not like She could tell her anything she doesn't already known or hasn't already been told by herself or Lucky in the past. This was something Josie needed to figure out on her own, and Maggie's job was to just be there for her whatever come what may.

With that in mind Maggie looked up from her phone at Josie with a forced smile, "Well damn, at least you had fun. Who knew paint got you so hot and bothered Josie" She joked playfully reaching over and caressing her cheek to jawline with her finger to keep the mood light. No Maggie had done too much of her own fair share of bad decisions to just anyone on who they hook up with. "Are you good though? Like are you ok that it happened?" She asked sitting back again to make sure there wasn't some residual regret about getting involved again, or guilt, or who knows.

She'd refrained from doing anything to the boy the first time out of respect for Josie and at her request...however if he were to hurt her again and play with her emotions...no promises that mercy would be extended a second time.
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Nathan Woods


If Nate was a different kind of dude -- or, hell, if this conversation had been happening just a year or so ago -- then he probably would've had a much different reaction to Trevor's "fuck off" and middle finger. There would've been more threats, maybe even an ill-deserved punch, and then Nate walking off.

Instead, he just let out an chuckle, an amused grin on his face as Trevor snatched the joint from his hand.

He was kind of like an angry kid right now. The way he snatched the joint from his hand, kind of all huffy, it reminded Nate of his younger siblings when they'd be told no or something.

“I did fucking ask,” Trevor said and then started waving his phone about.

"Doesn't prove anything," Nate remarked.

Trevor said since the fair, which just cemented the idea in Nate's head that he was convinced a single date and making out with a chick suddenly meant she was your "girlfriend."

“I would hardly call what I did ‘roughing him up’,” Trevor continued, “and I didn’t do it because I was thinking of anything besides how pissed I was at him for what he did. I had no fecking ulterior motives. Besides…doesn’t look like I need to try and impress her to get laid.” He grinned, and Nate cocked up an eyebrow. “My existence is impressive enough, I guess you could say, if you catch up what I pick up.”

He didn't need to know that.

"Good for you, kid," Nate responded, his voice amused and his tone implying that he definitely didn't believe a word of what Trevor was saying -- because why would he? No one had heard about them dating, and he was sure Evie would've probably known or some shit, so it just seemed... unbelievable.

Like a lame stoner kid trying to seem cooler than he was.

"Don't have to lie to me, though." Nate added to try and make the guy feel better.

“Ashton West and Trevor Callaghan are the new It Couple,” he said, and then he added, “except she asked to be secret, and then I asked to be secret, so no one knows about us.”

This... wasn't helping Nate to believe a single word that Trevor was saying.

Nate took the joint from Trevor, taking a hit from it as the dude started rambling about his "relationship."

“I wanted to be public at first,” he started, “and then she didn’t, and then we weren’t public for…from fair to the day after Halloween, and then she and I hung out for my birthday, and she said we should go public, I was like, everything would change if we’re public, and everyone would probably, I dunno, try to pull me limb-from-limb every time I made a misstep and that doesn’t sound fun, and I’m not generally well-liked and all of that attention constantly would lead me to being put on some kind of psycho meds or something. I thought she was joking, since she suggested being private in the first place, so I laughed, and then she wasn’t joking. But I didn’t want to be public. Don’t want to be.”

Wanting to be secret to avoid being torn limb from limb was easily the most believable thing that Trevor had said so far. After all, Nate had spent what felt like forever on lock-in night trying to talk Evie down from killing Callum for the shit he'd said to her. So he could only imagine that it'd be the same rabid attacks on Trevor.

But still, he wasn't sure he believed it. Why the fuck would you want to be private? One of the best parts of being in a relationship was getting to show off who you were dating and getting to rub it in everyone else's faces, especially if you were a fucked up loser like Trevor who somehow ended up with a hot cheerleader. Unless he was lying and honestly, Nate wouldn't be surprised if he was.

“And before you say it — no, this isn’t somethin’ I fecking dreamed up. This isn’t some pedovan-induced hallucination, either,” he grunted. “This is as real as your thing with Evie.”

"It's not real until you can tell people," Nate responded bluntly.

“Speaking of, how’s that goin’? You in love yet?” Trevor teased, and Nate rolled his eyes. “You have to be after bonding over such wonderful experiences as…speculating Trevor Callaghan has a spank bank. How I preemptively envy you. My chest burns with jealousy.”

"As it should," Nate took another hit from the joint, breathing out and then passing the joint back to Trevor. "Evie's... amazing," he responded with a wistful smile. "Still the honeymoon phase or some shit, I know that, but it's great. We've had a couple small fights, but nothing bad. It's great 'cause all we really do is smoke and fuck." He said with a pleasant, content smile. "The worst shit is that whatever the fuck was going on with Gen and Landon, it's..." Nate shrugged. "I got dragged in as kind of a middle man and had to be there for her and shit, but... it's worth it, I guess."

"Not in love, though, jackass," he grumbled as he shot a glare over in Trevor's direction. "But... happy. Plus best feeling ever if getting to show her off. Walk down the hallway and shit with her, like with my arm around her, and see all these jealous little fucks that can't do shit now."

He let out a chuckle.

It was a great feeling.

"Don't know how you deal with guys hitting on her and shit without being able to say anything." Nate added as an afterthought. "I'd lose my fucking mind if I couldn't say shit -- not that anyone really hits on her. Least not in front of me, but I know they probably do when I'm not around."

But really, Nate could care less.

It was a...

Let them hit on her, because they weren't going to get anywhere.




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weeeeed

location
parking lot

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omg clothes





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Ho Hey
by The Lumineers​




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Evie

interactions
Trevor

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ohdittoh ohdittoh


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"Focus on me, I'm about to blow them all away"
Stella Bailey
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Just another day

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Petite cutie

@Steller.Bae has set their location to:
School

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Remi

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Her day was boring. She finally got a reply back from Zeph which was nice. She really wasn't upset by his late reply due to already knowing what he was doing. It was the same thing everyone was doing and talking about if they were actively fighting about who knows what. Truly it was getting a bit stressful just because literally everyone was so stressed about it. She wanted a break from constantly hearing about the Arts Fest and it's looming deadline.

Why on earth did so many people wait till the last minuet to do anything? They are given all semester and people choose two weeks prior to worry about what to do. Though even people in her cast were stressed which was making practice unbearable. They were making stupid rookie mistakes and it was aggravating her. She knew she was going to have to carry the performance but damn did the whole show need to go on her back like come on?

She should've thought to ask someone else to just do a duet scene with her earlier to avoid this. She had just been so busy wrapping up the latest series she thought a group presentation would be easier. Wrong. Not to mention the messages from her agent making sure she was "working hard" cause scouts would be at the Fest. Like she didn't already know that. Todays messages were all about how many more auditions could open up for her. Like she had time for MORE jobs.

Stella had been worked to the bone it felt with her last series and they were trying to get her on more. This time on another network, and a more prominent role just in case her current show wasn't cleared for another season. She figured it would be since it was a decently well viewed show, but you never know in show biz. She honestly would rather move to movies, but that was harder to break into when you're only 15 years old. Not many roles are made for someone her age and on screen people in their 20's are out here playing teenagers making it even harder. So yes she understood this was a big ticket for her, but that didn't mean she wanted it to consumer her.

Perks of all this stupid stress? The forgetfulness of her boyfriend which has landed her a freebie favor/date, and twitter drama. Watching it unravel though her classes was her main source of serotonin today. She wasn't usually one to care about twitter fights, and drama, and definitely hated getting involved, but when you mix maximum boredom with needed an escape from realty this is what you get. She still didn't get involved much, but she was glued to her phone none the less. Well that was except for in 2nd period when she got caught being on it and the teacher took it from her for the whole period. Stupid Geometry class. Probably her most useless subject in her opinion.

When she needed the Pythagorean theory to understand a script she'd change her mind.

It wasn't all fights on twitter! There was some wholesome talks like Remi trying to convince Zeph to act in a movie he is apparently working on. While Stella wouldn't be against Zeph dabbling in acting she figured there wasn't a chance in hell he'd actually do it. Stella believed Zeph was a very talented individual, but she also knew he liked what he liked. Even trying to get him to sing in front of her was difficult, and she loved his singing voice. Imagine trying to get him in front of a camera? Pulling teeth would be easier. Working together sounds fun, school projects, and assignments it is. But for their professional careers? Probably not so much. Stella is a perfectionist when it came to her craft and the same frustrations Zeph would have with her trying to dance at a professionally advanced level, she would have with him because at least she's been trained in dance even if not to the same extent of course as him. He wouldn't even have that under his belt probably.

So while she'd love to help Remi out it was a loosing battle.

The rest of her classes passed in a dull haze until finally the bell rang for Lunch. Stella was never much for the giddy type, but she couldn't deny to herself she was really excited to get to spend some time with Zeph. It did cross her mind that maybe both of them had been working too much, but she convinced herself that once the Arts Fest was over they'd go back to spending a lot more time together. Was it weird to miss someone still still basically see on the daily? It was weird right?

Being with Zeph officially felt very similar to being just his friend. Most of the difference came in small forms of PDA and the fact that now when guys hit on her she could say she was taken. Which most of the time made them stop, but you know there were the few straggler ass hats who still were like, "Well the invitation is still there" like she would ever in a million years hurt Zeph by doing something like that. Boyfriend or not she could never imagine herself hurting him. Which is why she wanted to get it right this time. She wouldn't let her work, or anything like that screw things up. It helped she felt he felt the same. They usually are always on the same page, so she didn't see this being any different. Not to mention...she was happy. Like REALLY happy.

She made her way to her locker and quickly putting her books away, and grabbed her charger because for one she needed it, but also Remi was supposed to be borrowing it at some point. She stored it away in her purse for safe keeping. She blinked hearing the sound of his voice not expecting him to make it so quickly, but the sight of his bright smile warmed her own. "Hey." She hummed closing the locker door. "Dull." She answered honestly with a shrug, "People are stressed nothing new. What about you? Dance gotten any better?". She couldn't help but giggle at the fact he seemed slightly out of breath, "You got here fast. You miss me?" She grinned mostly jokingly since it's school, so they technically see each other every day. "Or are you just really hungry?" she mused poking his stomach.

Which she actually was. That Starbucks she'd grabbed this morning was now long gone from her system. It'd dawned on her now that they could've ordered food, and had it delivered, but it was too late for that. Nope they'd have to settle for whatever was in the cafeteria it seemed. "Let's go before the lines get too long." She hummed lightly taking his hand so they could start walking. They got stares the first few days they'd started walking together like this since even if people figured it'd happen eventually, it was still new and in the wake of that rumor of her seeing someone else. However now it was back to normal as if they were back to walking just side by side like old times. It was that weird mix of new and familiar that tugged at her heart strings.
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Isabella Dupont
@bellaissima has set their status to:
De mal en pis

@bellaissima has set their outfit to:
cherry pie

@bellaissima has set their location to:
hallway

@bellaissima has mentioned:
n/a

@bellaissima has interacted with:
Casey & Avery

@bellaissima has tagged:
Winona Winona & Xed Xed
Fate had a sick sense of humour when it came to Bella. Somehow, every bad situation ended up exponentially worse whenever she was involved. This time, however, fate had decided to simply ramp up the bullshit quota and put her journal (yes, the very private journal that was filled with Bella’s unread poetry) in the hands of Casey Clairmont.

Fuck, she hated that guy.

Okay, maybe hate was too strong a word. Bella and Casey had gotten off on the right foot and then the wrong foot and then the wrong foot dug a grave and the two had apparently not gotten out of it. Was Bella overreacting to Casey’s comments on Twitter on purpose to see if she could tick him off as much as he was frustrating her? Absolutely. Was it working? No, not at all. Bella had become convinced that the boy in front of her didn’t have two brain cells to rub together to form a coherent thought, nor did he have the emotional capacity to feel the annoyance that he pushed onto other people constantly.

"I found it," Casey answered as he instantly raised the book out of Bella’s reach. What the hell? Did he think she was some petulant child? "Anyway, I rescued it from being all," insert overly dramatic stomp here, “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..."

Bella’s face reddened deeply, though she couldn’t discern if it was from embarrassment or pure rage.

“You read it?” Bella echoed, teeth grinding together with a clenched jaw. “Why would you read it? It isn’t yours to-”

"You wrote this?" Casey interrupted.

Bella’s jaw loosened, falling open slightly as she stared up at the taller boy in shock. Her mother had told her more than once that her writing was awful, her love of poetry taunted and laughed at by the people that she had considered friends at one time. Bella had never really cared much for the opinions of others, rarely did unwarranted comments or critiques ever register in Bella’s mind. But Casey’s words, as blunt and as casual as he said them, struck a chord within Bella.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Bella snapped, her eyes still glaring up at the book in his hand. She wasn’t about to jump for it, that would only make her look like an absolute fool. “Honestly, it is not any of your business whether or not the writing in the book is mine. You should never have read it in the first place. Now give it back.”

Her voice only continued to pick up in volume as her gaze darted between Casey and her journal as she attempted to formulate a plan. Asking for the book back wasn’t going to work, though she made the attempt anyhow. She was too short to jump for it, too weak to pull his arm down, and far too angry to bargain.

“Hello. Uh…what are you two doing? Why are you holding a book over your head?”

Bella spun around to face the newcomer behind her, eyes glinting with rage and delicate hands balled into tight fists at her side. Slowly, Bella forced herself to let go of a retained breath as she realized that the voice belonged to Avery. As the breath escaped her lips, Bella drew a new one in and her nose instantly scrunched up at the overly familiar earthy smell. Looking Avery over with a squint, Bella temporarily forgot about the Casey and poetry fiasco still occurring behind her.

“Avery, are you high?” Bella blurted out without thinking. Reminded of the presence over her shoulder, Bella growled and turned back to Casey, hand extended in demand. “Give me back my journal, Casey, I clearly have more pressing matters to deal with.”

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Kian Phelan
@lockandkian has set their status to:
the opening scene from beetlejuice where the car launches off the bridge and the people don't realize they're dead...
spoiler, I guess?

@lockandkian has set their outfit to:
colour in kian's closet? never heard of it

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just hanging (badum tsssssssssssssssss)

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n/a

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Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber

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Please allow Kian this moment to gush about how much he adores his friends.

Good friends were few and far between for the guitarist, mostly due to the fact that no one with a decent amount of sanity or a healthy relationship with life wanted to be around him for more than five minutes. Kian’s a fun guy, that much is obvious to anyone who knows him, but he’s also a guy that has a lot of weird energy about him. Keeping friends had never been an easy task for Kian. He was always the sort of guy that holds many acquaintances but few real friends, even less people that he could actually trust. To be honest, Kian really didn’t trust any of his friends. The only people he could really trust were his sister (except she was suspicious of him now… thanks Assdick) and Oates (who hated him now… thanks, er, Kian, I guess?). So, theoretically, Kian didn’t trust any pf his friends.

Now, I can hear you saying ‘but he’s best friends with Damien and Felix, surely he trusts them’ and the answer is a firm and resounding fuck no . Yeah Kian liked them, both of them were pretty cool dudes, and yeah they were the closest thing to friends that the guy had. Damien was fun when he wasn’t trying to be ‘Playboy Badass Extraordinaire’ (plot twist: Damien was never ever either one of those things, don’t listen to his propaganda) and Felix sold him drugs (no plot twist there, Felix was just a cool dude). But in no capacity did Kian trust them with anything…

Oh wait, did I just say ‘please allow Kian this moment to gush about how much he adores his friends’?

Fuck, I did.

Okay, scratch that. Freeze frame, scratch record, rewind, start scene.

Please allow Kian this moment to gush about how much he absolutely fucking DESPISES his friends.

Remember how it was just stated that Kian wouldn’t trust Damien and/or Felix with his fucking goldfish much less his own life? Yeah, that was not a new revelation. That had been a feeling that was around since the day that Kian had started hanging out with them, so he really wasn’t entirely sure what is what that made him decide to scale the side of the fucking school like a high as fuck Spiderman and place his life in the hands of Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber.

Damien and Felix were talking instead of helping him (seriously, what a bunch of assholes) and then, before Kian could play up the drama and hit ‘em with the puppy dog eyes, Felix was out of his chair and rolling some sort of somethin’ in front of the window.

Oh no… They weren’t gonna…

Nah, Damien and Felix wouldn’t actually kill him, those were totally just jokes!

Kian tapped on the window again, pressing his mouth to the glass and letting out an overly high-pitched “help me!”. Another tap, another scrape of his feet against the wall as he tried to maintain his grip on the ledge. They were gonna open up.

Seconds passed and Kian’s arms only continued to burn.

Kelli, if you’re reading this, Kian loves you a lot. He was also lying to you about the drug thing, fucker spent the past two weeks high off his ass and barely scraping by but I think you knew that. Still, he loves you a lot and leaves to you his guitar and that one tee shirt that you always stole from him. Yeah, he knew that you stole it, he found it in your room that one time after he was looking for it for like a week. Kian knows all, Kian sees all. Now, he shall continue his big brother duties from the afterlife since clearly he was about to fall two storeys to his demise.

Kian wants sunflowers at his funeral, none of that roses or carnations shit. Sunflowers are wayyyyy more metal than roses. He also wants to be buried with his vintage Fender in his Van Halen novelty tux jacket that his mom chewed him out for buying. Kian requests that the absolute legend of a song ‘Highway to Hell’ by ACDC plays while his casket (which must be a cool colour, by the way, just nothing orange because he looks awful in orange) is pulled down the little aisle thingy on a skateboard by some real strong dogs. Originally, he wanted Damien and Felix to do it, but the other type of bitches will have to do. Oh, and none of that really bad ‘I’m sorry your kid died’ sort of food at the wake, finger sandwiches were really not his thing. Kian requests pizza, the kind with olives and pineapple (controversial pick, I know) on a super deep dish crust served with-

Oh, Felix was coming back.

“Hello again. Needin' some help there, Tweety Bird?”

Kian huffed as he pushed against the glass, muscles flexing underneath his sweaty skin as he slipped to regain his hold against the ledge.

“Let me in, please, I can’t hold on much longer.” He begged, closing his eyes and groaning as his shoulders screamed in protest. “I’m too cute to dieeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

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Genevieve Johannes
@genjohanne has set their status to:
let's just get this over with

@genjohanne has set their outfit to:
casual and depressed tbh

@genjohanne has set their location to:
the fashion room

@genjohanne has mentioned:
n/a

@genjohanne has interacted with:
Mike

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ohdittoh ohdittoh
Why couldn’t he just leave her the fuck alone? Why couldn’t Mike just do what he usually did and make some stupid fucking joke about how he’s cooler than everyone or about how slutty Gen is or some stupid shit like that and just leave her the fuck alone? As soon as she had placed the belt in his hands, Gen knew that she should have never approached him in the first place. She had been avoiding him for a reason, seeing his face brought back every ounce of regret and guilt and anger Gen felt towards herself.

Gen could hear his footsteps behind him, his voice calling out but not fully registering in her ears. Please go away, please go away, please go away.

There he was in front of her, Gen’s eyes which had been scanning the floor as she walked away noticing Mike’s shoes pulling to a stop in front of her. Swallowing, Gen gathered the courage to look up at him. She couldn’t force her face to fix itself, to pull the confidence and award-winning smile out of nowhere and pretend like everything was okay. So instead, Gen simply remained as she was: exhausted, upset, and entirely over it.

“I've been meaning to ask you about our project. Y'know, we’ve got two, three weeks? And, as you said, we've gotta have practice before we do the performance. Not to mention, our shoot to go along with it.”

Gen sighed softly, reaching up a hand to rub the back of her neck. At least he wasn’t pulling the ‘oh, I’m sorry to hear about Evie’ thing that so many people had been saying lately, Even better, he wasn’t doing the ‘lock-in was your fault and you’re a fucking horrible person because of it’. The best case scenario would have been Mike letting her fuck off and leaving her alone but this, the seemingly normal interaction between her and her ‘friend’ or whatever the hell he was to her, was a close second.

Lowering her hand from her neck, Gen parted her lips to reply when Mike spoke again.

“You look like you need some sort of..." Gen tensed, knowing damn well where he was going with his next words before they were even spoken. "Distraction. And I'm pretty sure that I'm criminally understating it, huh?”

“Don’t do that.” Gen spat, discomfort bubbling in her chest. Shaking her head to no one but herself, Gen crossed her arms over her stomach and squeezed to give herself some sort of distraction from her emotions. “Don’t do that, don’t pretend like what happened at lock-in didn’t happen. Don’t pretend like there isn’t some major shit going on right now that can’t be solved with a fucking distraction. Don’t pretend like, like…” Gen stuttered, unable to finish her sentence. There was something unspoken left dangling in the air as her mouth ran dry. “Don’t pretend to care.” She finally managed under her breath as she pushed past Mike.

“If you want to work, fine.” She continued, arms falling from her abdomen to her sides. “But don’t pull that shit with me. You deserve better than to be put in the middle of my bullshit again.”

Gen winced at her own words as she pushed open the door to the stairwell. Fuck, she was getting soft with age.

Jogging down the stairs and into the art studio that she had been talking to Luciana that morning in, Gen instantly headed to the back of the room to fetch the rack of costumes that she had finished over the past few weeks. She didn’t care if Mike had followed, didn’t care if he had something to say about her little rant. He wanted to work, so work they would.

With a grunt, Gen pushed the rack out into the middle of the room without saying another word before turning around to look at the cameras stacked in a glass-doored cabinet that lined the back wall. Closing her eyes, Gen pressed her head against the glass and let out a heavy breath. Her jaw ached as she held back the emotion bouncing around inside of her chest, her lower lip catching between her teeth as the dull pain from gnawing away at the sensitive flesh distracted her from the hollow burn in her chest. Gen had to be professional. So with a forced and very empty smile, Gen stepped into the main room once more.

“Well? Are we working or what?”

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MOOD: savior!!!!!!!!!

OUTFIT: clothes

LOCATION: school hallway
basics
MENTIONS:
Maddie

INT:
Winona Winona (Ash, Jace)
jasmyn jasmyn (Dorian)
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Javier Cervantes
Since the formation of his, Lucky, and Kian's impromptu band, Javier had finally managed to find something to do with his free time other than smoke a bowl and laugh at gifs on the internet for hours on end. He was more impressed with how he was actually putting his tuition at H.A. to good use than the odd bond he'd formed with his bandmates over their shared love of music.

Javi was still on the fast track to getting expelled from the school he never had any intention of being enrolled in, but he supposed he could make use of its facilities... for a little while. That didn't mean he'd admitted defeat to his family in embracing the school he'd been thrown into with his asshole brother and asshole illegitimate cousin. And he'd show his defiance by either fucking, selling to, and/or beating the shit out of every single person at this school, electric bass in hand.

And so on this average Monday, Javi had opted to participate in the second activity listed: dealing drugs. Wearing his backpack so it hung off the front of his torso, the curly-haired boy rifled through his things, the sound of crinkling plastic bags sounding out around him. A scowl sat on his face as he concentrated hard, counting the pills and buds nestled beside his books and underneath an inconspicuously-placed pencil pouch.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, sixtee—shit.

One, two, three, four...

"Hey!"

A sudden impact shoved Javi to the side, sending a few white pellets flying out of his hand, which had been lowered into his bag. "Shit!" he hissed sharply, immediately crouching down to retrieve his stray narcotics tumbling across the floor.

He looked up, frustrated, to find that the asshole that ran into him hadn't lingered for their well-deserved punch in the nose. He closed the plastic bag containing his merchandise, zipped up his backpack, then took if off and slung it over his shoulder. "The fuck was that?" he roared, stomping down the hall after his blonde assailant. As he got closer, he could clearly make out the features claimed by none other than Jace West, the magnificent being Ash West's very own impotent kin.

His stomach did a flip once he caught up to the boy and realized who he was speaking with. There at the scene was Dorian Harlow and the previously mentioned piss baby clearly arguing with an indignant Ash, who stood alone fending off the two boys' bullshit.

Of course it had to be Maddie's brother, the one who cursed his name and threw him out of their house not a year prior. Just looking at the self-proclaimed class clown's smug, assholish mug made Javi's blood boil and his fists tighten with trembling rage.

"Ever heard of a fucking apology?" he spat, charging forward with arms out and the force of a bull to send Jace a powerful push away. Breathing raging, shallow breaths, he glowered at the wimp, who he clearly observed talking shit to his sister's face just moments ago. He glanced at Ash, then to Dorian, his confusion skyrocketing. "And what're you talking about, huh?"

Nosy as ever, he was, but there was a somewhat well-meaning self-righteousness that fueled his actions. "Do you two dickheads have nothing better to do than to put down good people?" He could see the look in Dorian's eye. He hadn't heard a lick of their conversation, but it was enough to recognize the face he'd stared back at for months in the mirror.

Resentment, envy, ire, and vexation.

Perhaps he was projecting, or perhaps he could gain a little satisfaction seeing his own pain on the face of the boy who swore to the ends of the earth that Javi was a lunatic, undeserving of love.

He looked back at Ash, his furrowed brows relaxing. "Are they causing trouble for you?"
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Charlie Howell
@howedoyoudo has set their status to:
I'm an international super spy

@howedoyoudo has set their outfit to:
school casual

@howedoyoudo has set their location to:
science classroom

@howedoyoudo has mentioned:
Nickie

@howedoyoudo has interacted with:
Dalton

@howedoyoudo has tagged:
Xed Xed
“Even Hollywood’s resident tutoring genius can’t figure out what to do? What a surprise, though I suppose I should have expected as much with Bitch Jenkins.”

Charlie snorted slightly at the nickname ever-so-lovingly handed to the teacher, if she could even be called as much, by Dalton. Normally, Charlie would have opposed insulting a teacher no matter how awful they were because under typical circumstances, the student was likely just being a lazy asshole with no desire to actually learn the content. But Dalton was clearly trying and Mrs Jenkins was clearly a raging bitch so instead of correcting him, Charlie just burst into laughter at the name.

“Any idiot with kindergarten literacy skills should be able to understand a syllabus,” Charlie chuckled with a lopsided grin, “but this is honestly just word vomit on a page. It’s pathetic, honestly.”

As Charlie continued to speak, she watched changes in Dalton’s expression. Was she boring him? The guy certainly didn’t look entertained, or even connected to the conversation, in the slightest. Boo fuckin’ hoo. If Charlie was mentoring, Charlie was going to talk. However, she couldn’t help the grin of satisfaction that popped onto her face as Dalton registered her offer to chew out Mrs Bitch Jenkins.

“Well colour me surprised. And they say I’m the incorrigible student round these parts.”

With an overly dramatic roll of her eyes, Charlie sunk back into her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Dude, I’m not some prim little bitch.” She jokingly defended herself, pressing her hand to her heart in feigned hurt. “I punched Hunter in the wee little boy balls during lock-in, I don’t exactly know why you’re surprised that I’d give you a hand to deal with a prick of a teacher. My offer’s still on the table.”

Dalton rose from the table and began shoving his things into his bag, leaving Charlie to blink a few times in confusion.

“I suppose we’re done with the library for now then. It can wait until after our little appointment with a certain…professor in her office.”

One of his hands reached out to ruffle Charlie’s hair, earning him an angry few swats at his arm and wrist as Charlie attempted to dodge his touch. Little asshole touched her hair! What sort of bullshit is that? Dalton seemed to be long gone before Charlie had even registered what was happening. Scrambling to gather her things, Charlie eventually gave up with a groan and jogged to catch up.

“Dude! You fucking forgot rule number one!” Charlie grumbled as she stopped beside him, picking up the pace from her usual walk. “Don’t just run off like that. And I don’t exactly remember inviting you on my little shakedown run. This’ll probably go over smoother without you there to enrage Mrs Bitch.”

The two dipped out of the library, Charlie eventually able to slow her pace slightly due to the slightly reduced speed of the Jolly Green Giant beside her. If she was being honest, this whole tutoring Dalton thing hadn’t actually been too bad thus far. To be fair, their meeting had mostly been listening to him complain and trying to figure out the chicken scratch that was the syllabus. Regardless, Charlie was actually kinda sorta having fun…

If you tell anyone that, Charlie’s gonna kill you.

“I’m sure this would be the perfect job for someone of your size.”

Charlie looked up at Dalton, eyes squinting and nose wrinkling in disgust at his comment. “Dude, I’m gonna throat punch you if you make one more short person joke. Even better, I may just leave and let you handle lovely Madam Jenkins by yourself.”

Pulling to a stop in front of the chemistry classroom, Charlie pressed herself into the corner between the door and a row of lockers like some sort of spy, peering inside. There was the bitch herself, old Mrs Jenkins, sitting idly behind her desk and typing away at her laptop.

“Alright, game plan.” Charlie spoke in an overly loud whisper, motioning two fingers inside the room to Dalton. “You’re gonna go in and distract her, get her to talk about your grade and the test. Then I’ll roll in and pull my best Nickie impression, all ‘oh em gee did I just hear that you are treating a student poorly? It would be a shame if the school board found out about this’ and then get her to give me the notes. I’m like 99% sure she knows me from AP Chem last year since she was always trying to jump Mr Weaver’s bones during class so I bet that my threats will work.” With a mischievous smirk, Charlie pulled herself off the wall and slowly pushed the door to the room open with her foot to reveal Dalton to the teacher on the other side. “Go team.”

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trevor callaghan​


Nate kept laughing and smiling, as though Trevor was a kid talking about his imaginary friend rather than a fully capable teenaged boy talking about his actual, real girlfriend, and it only served to piss said fully capable teenaged boy off even further.

"It's not real until you can tell people," Nate said, to something or other that Trevor had said.

Trevor’s angry hazel eyes glared at his friend. “Guess the world was flat until people said it was round, too, then.” Had he just likened him having a girlfriend to the discovery of the spherical shape of the world? Yes. “If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, the tree still feckin’ falls. It counts.”

Nate started to answer Trevor’s questions about Evie, holding out the joint for Trevor to take as he did. “Evie’s…amazing.” He smiled.

Trevor grunted, taking the joint between his thumb and forefinger. “Nice.”

“Still in the honeymoon phase or some shit, I know, but it’s great,” Nate continued. “We’ve had a couple small fights, but nothing bad. It’s great ‘cause all we really do is smoke and fuck.”

I fecking wish. He flopped back against his seat, sighing softly.

“The worst shit is that whatever the fuck was going on with Gen and Landon, it’s…” The muscular boy gave a shrug. “I got dragged in as kind of a middle man and had to be there for her and shit, but…it’s worth it, I guess.”

Trevor let out a long sigh, and then a snicker. “Sounds like you’re in—“

“Not in love, though, jackass.” Nate seemed to know Trevor’s words before he said them, and he glared over at Trevor. Trevor cracked a small, quickly-fading grin. “But…happy,” Nate said. “Plus best feeling ever is getting to show her off. Walk down the hallway and shit with her, like with my arm around her, and see all these jealous little fucks that can’t do shit now.”

Trevor shifted, his face screwing up in jealousy. Hearing Nate talk about it ignited what little desire he had to say fuck it, to text Ash and say, ”Actually, I thought better of it — let’s go public.” Just the part of getting to walk around with his arm around her, having everyone backing off. That was the dream — having Lucky and…whatever steroid neck fuck’s name was shrink away because they knew she was taken.

Of course, he wouldn’t, because he still had enough sense to know how bad of an idea it was for him. He didn’t have Nate’s muscles, nor was he as favored by the general populous — in spite of the fact that he’d never outed a damn soul, number one, and, number two, had never even considered robbing a store or assisting in robbing a store. But he digressed; moral high ground aside, Trevor simply wasn’t as cutout to be in a public relationship as Nathan seemed to be. There was no way that Fucky, Steroids, or anyone else who obviously wanted to get with Ash would back off. As Nate had said before, he really posed no fecking threat.

Internally, Trevor cursed himself for not keeping with cricket in primary school. Maybe, if he had, he’d be some buff heartthrob instead a skinny mild-heartburn-if-you’re-bordering-on-blackout-drunk, and he’d be able to be public with Ash, and everything would just be fecking peachy keen.

For the first time in his life, Trevor marked not becoming a meathead down on his internal, ever-growing list of regrets.

Nate chuckled. “Don’t know how you deal with guys hitting on her and shit without being able to say anything.”

Trevor’s gaze moved to Nate again, his brows pulling low.

“I’d lose my fucking mind if I couldn’t say shit — not that anyone really hits on her. Least not in front of me, but I know they probably do when I’m not around,” Nate said.

“Yeah,” Trevor agreed. “That’s the fecking worst part of it.” His voice was flat with irritation at those non-present fuckers who wanted to get into his girlfriend’s pants. “That, and having to constantly sneak around gets irritating. But it’s…” He heaved a dramatic sigh through his lips. “Anytime I’m even speaking ta her anywhere — online, in person, what-fecking-ever — and we’re around people, some little shites want to come up to me and have…verbal pissin’ contests to assert their dominance?” He scoffed. “I can’t — it’d be — me? And her? Datin’ with people knowin’ we’re dating? Yeah, I…do not…think that that would end too well.”

He took a drag from the joint, then held it out to Nate. “It’d be a pain in the arse to be her boyfriend in public. A bigger pain in the arse, I think. People always want to meddle in my business as is, assert their unwanted commentary and speculations—“ He shot a glare at Nate here, and then sighed again. “— and make people think as lowly of me as possible. Can ya imagine if I obviously had something that they wanted? They’d have my balls mounted on the fecking mantle beside a love letter from their mammy.”

He studied one of his air-conditioning vents, narrowing his eyes. “It’s different with you and Evie. You could take someone in a fight. The most I can do is…shove and run. But…” He let out a soft, dismissive scoff. “I’m happy. Just as happy as you are, if not more.”




mood
😒 🖕

location
rachel

outfit
something casual





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




mentions
lucky, javi, evie, & ash

interactions
nate

tags
Winona Winona


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MICHAEL K. REID​


“Don’t do that.”

Mike’s brow poised itself upward. “Huh?” he asked, looking up to her eyes with an expression of confusion in his gaze. “Don’t do what?” Was it a crime to say ”we need to get our asses to work unless we want our project to look like shit” now or something? Had he missed that memo? Shit, whoops. Sorry for not keeping up-to-date on the intricate ins-and-outs of what’ll fuck up Genevieve Johannes’ psyche when it decided to change from day to day and conversation to conversation.

She shook her head, seemingly to herself, and she crossed her arms over her stomach.

He felt a slight rub, got the idea that, okay, maybe he was a bit too harsh with his immediate assumptions, and he cocked his head, curious and concerned. Something was obviously the matter — no shit — and Mike knew what that something was — that was also a no shit moment. So what had he done wrong?

“Don’t do that,” Gen repeated. “Don’t pretend like what happened at lock-in didn’t happen. Don’t pretend like there isn’t some major shit going on right now that can’t be solved with a fucking distraction. Don’t pretend like, like…”

“Like…what?” Mike asked, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

“Don’t pretend to care,” she muttered, and she pushed past him.

He spun around, brows low, his gaze focused on her retreating figure.

Pretend to care. That what she thought he was doing? That what she thought his suggestion had been — some kind of look at me, helping you poor soul out after the shitshow that was lock-in — that was having all of your dirty laundry aired in front of your best friend who now seemed to care less whether you keep continuing with life as usual or decide to fall off the face of the earth; don’t you love me for it?

Wow, conceited much?

He followed after her, his shorter legs working to keep up.

“If you want to work, fine,” Gen said, dropping her arms. “But don’t pull that shit with me. You deserve better than to be put in the middle of my bullshit again.”

Mike said nothing, just followed behind her in silence as she pushed open the door to the stairwell, listened to their footsteps echoing off of the sheetrock and the concrete and the soft echoing of someone’s conversation somewhere above them as he followed Gen downward. The people in the conversation were laughing loudly enough that each syllabic ha traveled up to the walking twosome, hit their ears in a way that made it seem like a murmur until it stopped. And then it started again, but before it stopped once more, Gen turned, pushed open the door, and Mike followed her out and to a random art studio.

He stepped inside the door, stopping a few steps in to shut the door as Gen made her way to the back. It was silent between the two — a rare occurrence that was unsurprising in the wake of the recent events — and Mike fucking hated it. It was too quiet; she was too quiet.

It was different.

Uneasy.

Unnatural.

Shit.

She really thought he was just doing this to self-serve? Stroke his ego by making her think he cared? Was only talking to her and wanting to work with her because the Arts Fest was approaching? Wanted to look past the lock-in to…make the issue be fixed? Listen: Mike wouldn’t do that. Mike wouldn’t waste his time trying to make someone feel better just to rub his ego’s chub. Playing sympathy unsarcastically? Big waste of time, energy. There were easier ways to make yourself look better than doing that.

So yeah, Mike’d say it: that wasn’t what this was. He wasn’t…pretending to care.

Gen pushed the rack into the middle of the room, turned towards the cameras behind a cabinet, and Mike leaned against the back of a chair and studied the back of her head. He cocked his head, trying to figure out what was going on inside her mind with no clues to tell him beyond the silence and the surprising meekness of her posture, this…forced indifference.

Wasn’t Gen at all. This wasn’t her.

Mike loved to bitch about Gen. Mike loved to bitch about everything about Gen. Her Holier-Than-Thou demeanor. Her ”I run this shit” way of talking. The fact that she thought that she had built herself when really she’d had it all handed to her her whole life. All of that pissed him off — or, at least, he thought it did. And yeah, even when he during the time that they were hooking up — those two, three weeks? — he still bitched and complained. Kidded that she was ruining his life, all of that shit.

But see, here was the thing: Mike had this thing called pride. Okay, he’d admit that. He had this over-inflated ego, in spite of the fact that he recognized his faults. What an enigma he was, huh? But that thing called pride kept him from ever admitting that he really enjoyed Gen, or enjoyed her company, or enjoyed spending time with her or hooking up with her beyond saying yeah, she’s hot and good in bed. That pride kept him from saying that he gave a flying fuck about the model beyond her location and the business hours of the thing between her legs, kinda convinced him that he really didn’t give a flying fuck.

But standing here, in this silence, he realized: he didn’t like to see Gen like this, and he really wanted…well, whatever the hell Gen was before back, because, yeah…maybe he kind of did give a shit.

Well, not just maybe. Here, call this him swallowing his pride: he gave a shit. He did care about her. She was his friend. Not just with benefits, but his friend.

Don’t mention it.

She turned to him, and she smiled an obviously-forced smile, stepping back towards him. “Well?”

Mike poised up a brow, silently repeating her question.

“Are we working or what?” she asked.

Mike crossed his arms, chuckling softly and shaking his head. “Well, you tell me, babe.” He pushed off of the chair with his hip, giving a slight shrug and approaching Gen, gait casual. He tried to not sound accusatory or confrontational as he continued. “You’re the one in charge, Miss Genevieve. You led me here, after all. Project was your idea.” He gave a casual shrug, and he glanced around the room. “We should probably get straight to work. Couple of or a few weeks is all we have, like I said. Kinda counting down the days and really testing the clock. If we don’t start working on it soon, we’ll be out of time before we even get the first thing done.” He gestured absently to the rack, and then ran a hand through his hair sighing softly. “We’ve put it off too long already.”

He glanced to the ceiling, going quiet for a moment, and then he started speaking again. “But then again…”

His gaze shifted to and latched onto Gen. “You did say not to pretend like lock-in never happened, and also to not pretend that I care. And I’m warning you, I’m not good at shit like this, so, uh, forgive me if I offend you, all hail you, I’ll kiss your feet if it’ll make it better, yadda yadda. Don’t threaten to make a Mike Reid ballsack shish kabob with your heels, you know the deal.” He gave her a slight grin, and then shook his head, his grin falling in favor of a more concerned, serious expression. “If those are the things you want, it looks like we’ve got some shit to talk about before we get to work.”

He started to walk back over to the chair. “I’m not one to want to leave just one person satisfied,” he said. “I made my request — that we work — and you made your requests.” He grabbed the back of the chair, and he picked it up easily with a hand, walking it over to Gen. He sat it down, and then he walked over to another chair, further into the room. “I’m not the kind of guy to disobey order, so I won’t do either of those.” He grabbed that chair and walked it over to the other chair, too, and then he stepped back from them and put his hands on the hips, looking at Gen.

“Thing is, I’m a shit actor, always have been, so I was honoring that second request before you even made it,” he said. “You gotta realize, it’s just as much of a waste of my time pretending as though I care about someone when I really don’t as it is theirs, and my time and their’s more valuable than that.” He gave her a slight grin once more. “Plus, you’re not stupid, and I’m not stupid enough to think that condescending to you like I’m sympathetic or some shit would slide. It’s not exactly my goal to, ya know, make an enemy of you. After all, I do kind of care about you.” Now that he’d vocalized it, he gave a soft ”psh” and a shake of his head. “It’s called friendship,” he added. “Told I’m shit at that, too, whoopty-fucking-do.” He chuckled slightly, then gave another slight shrug.

Yeah. Yeah, he was really doing this.

Anyone watching, no, he hadn’t gone soft — and if you said that to his face, you could kiss your front teeth sayonara. Then, you could lisp, ”You’ve gone thoft.” and he’d first laugh his ass off before giving you a round of applause for your oh-so-revolutionary take that was not in the least bit clever, accurate, or even fucking funny.

So, if you didn't want that to happen — shut up and let him feel some concern for someone who was a pretty good friend of his, goddamn it. Could you do that one thing for him? Thanks.

He appreciated you doing the bare fucking minimum.

He gestured to the chair. “Anyway, now that we’ve got number two covered…” He trailed off, and then sighed softly, his lips pressing into a line. “Have a seat, if you want. But…look.” He breathed out another soft sigh. “If you don’t want to ignore the lock-in, let’s not,” he said finally. “Let’s, like…I dunno, but let’s do it.” He chuckled softly at his lack of words, but his face remained serious. “Talking makes it better or some shit — that’s what they say, right? Or, at least ‘misery loves company’, and you look pretty damn miserable.”




mood
...

location
art studio

outfit
something casual





playing...
drunk face
by machine gun kelly​




mentions
landon & evie

interactions
gen

tags
geminiy geminiy


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HUNTER DRAKE




This fucking sucks, Hunter thought as he stared at Nickie with an almost defeated gaze.

On some level, Hunter should have expected this. From the moment he woke up, there was a feeling in the air that set the stage for all the wrong thoughts to penetrate his mind. These gut feelings that persisted in all the worst ways. Any time he had alone to let those thoughts marinate in the paranoia that built up, Hunter should've figured that it would not only come to this, but that he'd be on the chopping block.

After all, he and Nickie hadn't even talked about their fight at the Lock-In. They just made up without addressing the elephant in the room.

Now the elephant was dead and buried, but ghosts of his past mistakes were in its place. And, honestly, Hunter couldn't tell if he preferred the elephant or not.

The air had become awkwardly quiet between them after Hunter asked about why she asked about him and Liv. While he was trying to figure this out, he couldn't help but think about Liv. And how he treated her last year. He wasn't a good person then and given how things were unfolding right now, especially considering an unfamiliar fury in Nickie's eyes, maybe he still wasn't. Even as Nickie told him how minor where she heard this from, Hunter probably had some idea.

It was probably--

“Ronnie, Hunter--"

"What!? Ronnie? But why would she--"

“Ronnie Crosby said Liv told her…”

And there it was.

Hunter gritted his teeth with the frustration of someone who didn't know what to think or feel right now. Liv telling Ronnie wasn't something he had expected — but he should have. Considering the fact that less than a month ago, maybe a little over, he and Liv had hung out. It was...nice. Hunter couldn't remember the last time he remembered having such a good time with someone that wasn't Nickie.

Fuck, did he just? Sonofabitch.

Hunter was supposed to be mad at Liv. But how could he when he was the one at fault here. Not telling Nickie about how horribly he treated Liv, or that they had been with each other was a shit move taken straight out of Dei's playbook. That declaration — that epiphany — that Hunter had at the Lock-in, the one that he told Nickie was just a bunch of horse shit. It didn't apply to Hunter in the past and it most certainly didn't apply now. The fact that he never told Nickie about his history with Liv from the get go, let alone after they hung out — well, it just showed that Hunter hasn't actually changed at all.

“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.”

Well, it was true.

Yeah, maybe Nickie was onto something when she said he didn't know her. It was obvious that she didn't know him and maybe Hunter didn't even know himself, either.

“And I haven’t heard jack shit about this, Hunter. Not a single fucking word that said anything about you—…”

"Nickie...—"

“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.”

As his eyes darted away from hers, Hunter's mouth hung open, but nothing left it. And it wouldn't for a few moments. Truth was, he didn't know how to respond. How could he explain that one? What could he say that would make any of this okay?

Oh, yeah I fucked Liv last year, claimed her virginity, and never called her back or anything. But it's okay, we're kinda-friends now, so it's no big deal!

Yeah, as if that would go over well. Just the thought of it made Hunter furious with himself. And with Liv. And Ronnie.

But mostly himself. He blamed Hunter Drake most of all.

As he brought his eyes back to her, perhaps for the first time through this entire ordeal, he saw how this was affecting Nickie. Or maybe she just couldn't hold it in anymore. The way she looked at him changed. It was like he represented everything that was wrong about the world and she was looking through him. Or maybe that was a stretch, but it made everything inside burn like the bad aftertaste of a whisky. And the fact that he hadn't said anything probably made it worse.

"Nickie..." He began, biting his lip anxiously. His stomach turned a few times but he fought through. "I don't know — I don't know what to say—"

“You can say no, Hunter,” she said quietly and Hunter looked at her with a small frown that quivered from everything.

"I—"

“I want to hear you fucking say no.”

I can't...

A few moments of silence passed and they both almost glared at each other. Hunter couldn't say it and maybe Nickie didn't want to really hear it? Fuck, he didn't know what was going through her mind...despite her literally saying it.

God, he was a mess and he just wanted to rewind and go back to the night of the homecoming dance when their worst troubles was Hunter not saying those three words back to her at the time she said it.

Fuck, if only he had — maybe this whole mess could've been avoided.

Or maybe you shouldn't have hit Liv and quit her so fast.

Yeah. That's another different choice Hunter could've made.

“But I don’t want you to lie — so don’t you dare fucking lie. Be as fucking blunt as you want — but tell me the truth.”

And there was her ultimatum. That line in the sand that she drew between them. Joining her on the other side could only happen if Hunter told her everything.

It was funny. As he stood there just a few feet away from Nickie, he found himself thinking about his time with Liv. No, it wasn't the time last year they had spent, but rather at the Fall Fair. They spent some awkward moments near each other, but that game of ring toss and that god-forsaken rainbow unicorn plushie that seemed to cause such a fuss at the time, he remembered how...happy Liv was. And how happy he was.

Hunter loved Nickie. Nothing about that day changed that, but they haven't been the same. Ever since their fight at Lock-In and how everything went to shit after that, Hunter was starting to realize the truths that Nickie threw at him. At the time, maybe it was his own defense mechanisms that wanted to preserve his relationship with her at all costs, so he ignored what she was saying and went to the same two or five things he had repeatedly told her: I love you, ignore everyone, they're stupid.

In hindsight, maybe he should've been honest and shouldn't have procrastinated with that specific thing. It was one thing to put his arts fest project on the back burner, but when it came to the person that mattered most to him, Hunter should have prioritized her and really heard her.

As he took a few steps back and sat on the edge of one of the desks in the front row, he tested it to make sure it could support his full body weight. He sighed out slowly, looking at Nickie with arms crossed over his chest. "Fine, I'll tell you everything," he heard himself say lowly, but loud enough that she could hear.

He bit his lip for moments that passed and almost ten seconds of awkward, tense silence filled the air before he would speak again. "Ronnie is right. What Liv told her is the truth. I slept with Liv last year. And it's true, I didn't call her back or give her any indication that I wanted anything past than just a quick lay." Saying it out loud was a bit of a mental adjustment for him. He knew he had done it, but Hunter never actually said it out loud to anyone, much less him. Because if he did, that meant he would admit that he did a horrible thing and treated Liv like she was second-rate.

Which she was anything but.

"Before you go and judge me for it, this was long before we knew each other. And I wasn't a good person, Nickie. Hell, maybe I'm still not a great person." He laughed at his comment, which had less to do with him finding it hilarious but just the fact that everyone was probably right about him.





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mood: The truth shall set us free

location: Empty Classroom

outfit: Sup?

mentions: Liv, Ronnie, Dei

interactions: Nickie

tags: ohdittoh ohdittoh


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Tilly Phoenix




As Matilda Phoenix had made her way through the halls of Hollywood Arts, which were always as lively as the personalities that frequently occupied them (especially at this point in the morning), she aimlessly wandered, passing several classrooms along the way. A transparent, decorative box of red velvet cupcakes were in her hands. The box itself was clear save for a few swirls of red. It wasn't so much heavy as it was that the smell was intoxicating and it took everything in Tilly not to indulge to the entire box for herself.

Not like she doesn't have a good excuse or anything.

She had to keep walking because if she remained stationary, if she allowed herself a moment to herself, Jamie would come to the surface in the form of a puddle of tears down her eyes.

Tilly had never been in this position. She never experienced a proper breakup. She's had crushes who rejected her. And while they hurt her, she always recovered because she told herself that they didn't want her. And no matter the amount of utter despair she found herself neck-deep in, there was always that silver lining of it never being anything real that brought her some comfort. She could eventually move past it and focus on the more important things.

Like her friends. Like Josie. Like Eli. Like everyone in her life that made her smile.

But with Jamie, it was different. He wasn't just a boy that she had a crush on who had rejected her. If he had been, then maybe she wouldn't have spent the last week crying her eyes out, staining her pillow with the tears of her broken heart. But he was different because he returned her feelings for him. To her wild surprise, he was her boyfriend. And her first one, at that.

But like all of the crushes she had on all the boys — and even a few girls — he left her. He didn't say why, or not in a way that made any sense.

What had been the greatest twenty-four hours of her life, he did this after her amazing night spent with Eli. The very next morning is when her heart was shattered into a million pieces.

And Tilly had been a walking shell of herself since then.

But soon she felt better. Soon, after a few days of letting the agony run its course, she started to bounce back. Even though she still knew it would be a long time before she felt as confident as she did when she was Jamie's girlfriend, as of now, she was in a neutral place.

That's when she nearly bumped into Maeve.

Tilly wasn't skilled at hiding what she was feeling, especially from someone as sweet and genuinely kind as Maeve Ackerman. So when Maeve inquired about her well-being, there was no hiding it. Tilly smiled, but she knew that Maeve noticed something was up with her. "Y-yeah, I'm fine!" That technically wasn't a lie - just Tilly omitting certain facets of the whole truth. "Just..I didn't have a great sleep last night," she admitted nervously. "How are you doing?"






Now Playing...Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi










mood: Lost in her own head

location: At school in the halls somewhere

outfit: A girl in red

mentions: Ex-Boyfriend Jamie; good friends Eli and Josie; the sweet Maeve

interactions: Maeve

tags: @Stardust Galaxy


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Damien Slater


That mother fucker Kian was set to fall to his inevitable doom, and Slater was gonna get to view the whole goddamn thing. Fuck, maybe he should whip out his phone and videotape it... although would that be damning evidence that could get him arrested for murder or some shit?

Ah, he could settle for just having it imprinted his memory.

Course, he did notice Felix actually unlatching the window and going about opening it up to let Kian in, but Slater didn't remark on it. He knew Felix was too fucking weak-hearted or some shit to actually let Kian fall (and it was probably important to note here in the narration that despite Slater's bitchy attitude and what he was preaching, he also didn't want Kian falling to his doom -- such a surprise, right?).

Weak bastard.

“Alriiight,” Felix drawled, and Slater let out a disappointed huff. “Let’s get you—“

“Boys?”

Damien's blood turned to ice. He froze as Felix whipped around, his eyes growing wide before he slowly turned around to face the teacher that had come in -- Ms. Lancaster, a massive bitch (although he would've said this about any teacher that might've walked through the doorway right now).

“Everything alright in here?” She asked.

Now, Damien was known for weaving little webs of lies that he often found himself tangled up in when they would, say, contradict a different lie he'd woven. But that was beside the point -- because the point was that Slater was a decent liar, except that Damien kind of failed to come up with much of anything when it was someone in any kind of authoritative position. After all, if they were to get caught in the lie, wouldn't Damien's mom be called? And then she'd come down to the school, and she'd look so heartbroken to know her son had been anything but good.

(Yeah, his mother had no idea of the wild life that Damien led.)

Luckily, Felix kept his cool under this pressure.

Grabbing the nearby rolling greenscreen, Felix bumped Damien out of the way and pulled it in front of the window. Damien blinked for a moment, and then he realized what Felix was trying to do.

"Whew..." Felix said and looked towards Damien. "That took way too much effort, didn't it?" he asked, and Damien blinked again for a moment before he realized what Felix was trying to do. Ohhh. “I mean, who woulda thought that haulin’ that big thing would take so much effort? Thanks for cheerin' me on.”

"No problem, buddy," Damien replied with a smile.

He chuckled as he looked back at the teacher. “Slater was just askin’ me to stand in front of this. We’re, uh, takin’ some reference photos for his art.”

"Yeah, I ah... needed him to do some poses so I could get 'em just right in our movie. No biggie." Really, Damien right now was just here as an agreeing party to all of the lies that Felix was spinning. At least his lies were believable, because if it had been left to Damien to spin the lies, well...

“Is that so?” she asked. She sounded skeptical. “I heard some tapping on the window. Banging, actually.”

“What?!” Felix asked. “No, no. It’s birds,” he lied casually. “Birds. Yeaaaaah, them birds’s really makin’ a, uh, racket out there, but the show must go on, ya know.” He chuckled. “You know how it is in the biz.”

As if on cue, Damien could hear the pitiful cries of Kian just outside the window and for a moment, he squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a deep breath before exhaling slowly to try and keep his little bit of remaining cool. "Yeah, nest or some shi-- thing out there 'cause birds have been flying by all morning, making a racket. Really getting on my nerves. That might've also been what you heard, I was yelling at them to get away. Can't have birds making noise while Felix is recording his lines, which we ah... we really need to also get to."

“Birds…uh-huh.” She narrowed her eyes. “Well…if that’s the case…”

Damien's heart pattered in his chest. He wasn't expecting her to believe them and walk off.

“Alright. Well, you boys behave yourselves,” she said and, much to Slater's surprise, she turned and walked away.

“I blame you,” Felix said after she'd left.

"Me?" He cried in response. "I didn't do shit. But good lying or whatever."

Welp, back to work -- because Kian was out of sight, out of mind. So Damien turned to head back towards his desk--

“Hell,” Felix muttered, and then moved the greenscreen out of the way again. “Hello again. Needin' some help there, Tweety Bird?”

Damn it.

Slater walked over to join Felix and glared down at Kian. "You make a shit bird," he snapped through the window, and then glanced at Felix. "Get our work done first and then we can let him in?" He suggested.




mood
fuck you, what the fuck, and fuck me

location
classroom

outfit
ah yes, yesterday's clothes





playing...
Sex for Breakfast
by Life Of Dillon​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Felix, Kian

tags
ohdittoh ohdittoh geminiy geminiy


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Dangerously Soft
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:
Evie, Charlie

@If.U.Seek.Amy has interacted with:
Ava ( Winona Winona )
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Amy giggled at the thought of Ava actually doing anything super violet like busting someone's head. Especially if those someone's heads were Nate or Evie. No Ava wasn't insane enough to do that, and Amy knew that, but the sentiment was nice. "No thanks, but I'll let you know if I change my mind."

She wouldn't. Because Amy herself wasn't like that. She wasn't the type to tell someone or ask someone to hurt someone else just because they hurt her. Hell she couldn't even will herself to purposefully do something she knew would hurt someone else no matter how badly they'd wronged her. It simply wasn't in her nature.

Now when bad things happened to people who hurt her did she feel bad? Still yes, but only to an extent. For the most part she believed in people getting what they deserve and the karma could always imagine far worse then she ever could. She'd still always wish them the best, and she wouldn't like jump for joy or anything seeing something bad happen to them...but she did realize she could relish a little in satisfaction. She'd never really done it before the whole thing with Evie, but this year seemed to be a year of firsts for her for better or for worse. Her only hope now was that at her core she'd always be the same. that she wouldn't let the drama and the pain turn her into someone she or her friends couldn't recognize anymore.

If she was honest she could feel it. Like She'd told Charlie she felt like she was on an edge. Just one more step and she'd fall into the deeps of something she didn't know or understand. Worst of all something she wasn't sure she'd be able to come back from. Their was a bitterness settling in her heart and no matter how much she talked or sang about it that feeling never got any lighter. The anger was subsiding but the bitterness and resentment, and most of all the fear lingered on. Above all else while she was scared to admit it aloud...that's what frightened her the most, that caused her to doubt herself the most.

She'd always had insecurities since stepping foot on this campus her freshman year, but this was different. This was deeper. This made her doubt even the qualities of herself she thought were good. The people around her she thought she could always believe in. She didn't want to think like that and she didn't want to act on such thoughts, but...what if she slipped up? What if she made a mistake that there was no coming back from. She'd been able to patch things up all year so far but it's only first semester and she feels like it's only been working by the hair of her chinny chin chin.

What if her luck runs out? What if she really does just have crap taste in men, and no sense of how to actually judge someone's character if they are a good person or not? So many things swirled in her head due to this mess, and she had no idea how to vocalize them to anyone. So until she could figure that our properly without fear it'll somehow turn to a fight, because it always turns to a fight, she'd keep her thoughts to herself.

Plus she was sure Ava was happy for her stance. This wasn't ava's battle in the slightest. In fact her only connection to it she was pretty sure was Amy. No need to get her neck deep in unnecessary bullshit right? A good friend wouldn't do that right? Plus this right now was supposed to be her escaping it all for a bit anyways.

It wasn't lost on Amy just how many people seemed to take fighting as the first thing to do when their friends where upset. Not just hers but everyone. everyone seemed to have at least one (but usually more) friend who was willing to throw hands at the drop of a hat for their friends if so much as their eyes start to water. She was surprised there weren't more all out fights in this school. Then again with people being worth so much around here it's not in your best interest to genuinely injure someone.

Hearing her finally select a game Amy decided to push those thoughts away as far as possible. Especially considering the game they were about to play would require every ounce of focus. "Cuphead it is." Now Cuphead was not an easy game, and Amy even took a while to finish it. However the old school cartoon vibe and animation it gave made it worth it to her. It was a summer time game in her opinion because she would spend all day trying to get through it from dying so much.

Amy wasn't a rage quitter, she was a mathematician. She understood how programs worked so if she couldn't naturally get through the stages she'd break it down and figure out the mechanics and if she put the game down it was to hand write out the equations to figure out the timing and other aspects needed to beat the level which still took time. Then from their it was just about matching up her hand eyes coordination with the solutions from her equations she solved. Everything could be broken down to a science especially video games because it was still just a program. A complicated and diverse one, but still a computer and that was the only skill she knew 100% she had hands down.

Amy grinned as Ava closed her notebook to focus on the game with her. It meant she had her full attention and that this was a good break or release from their stress. She was just glad she didn't see it as a bother. Now Ava never seemed to think gaming with her was an issue, but Amy was always still worried.

Ava seemed almost a bit thrown off by the question. Amy thought it was common curtesy to return the favor more so then she was expecting there to actually be any big news to share. Amy wasn't really active in Ava's personal life honestly, and from twitter there never seemed to be a problem. Well at least when she was on. So it wasn't shocking that the answer finally given was of course about the Arts Fest.

She understood the sentiment. Truth be told the most she's ever written was back in October. She cranked out like three whole songs. Well the lyrics. It took about a month to get the sounds right for them and everything. But for the Arts Fest? That had proved more difficult. Luckily it was in fact done, but the process of finding a good videographer and director for the music video she was showing with it was more difficult then she anticipated. Mostly because she was working with other students. She could've relied on her management team that'd done all her preview music videos but considering this was a school project and everyone ended something to do might as well help each other out right? Plus she genuinely was happy with the results so far even if it was a lot harder. She hoped that'd make it even more rewarding by the end of it.

However she had faith in her friend that she'd figure it out in time. She still had two weeks after all.

"I couldn't agree more. There so much pressure that comes with this, especially with the tour offering...it'll be nice to just be able to take a breath once it's over." She hummed in agreeance. Then all they had to worry about was the ball which last year she'd gone with her friends...but this year they were all boo'd up (even if one secretly) so she wasn't actually sure who she'd be hanging out with this year for it. She supposed flying solo wouldn't be too bad and just mingling with whoever else would be. "Well once winter break actually hits that is. If I don't make the tour I'll be for sure be taking a step back for that period to get myself together."

She shook the thoughts from her head however because she was afraid of where they might land and started up the game. "Fair warning I might be a bit rusty at first. I've not played this one in a few months now." She giggled. She was pretty sure she remembered how most of the stages went, but a lot had been on her mind between then and now.
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Casey Clairmont


It probably came as no surprise that Casey was notorious for being, well... really bad at multitasking. When something new and exciting reared its head, he tended to forget about the object or conversation at hand. Really, Casey was the kind of guy who could only fully focus his attention on one thing -- and even then, "focusing" was a strong word, because ahh... well, Casey wasn't exactly the greatest at focusing.

So when Avery had come up to them, Casey had completely forgotten about the whole notebook situation. But years of bullying his sisters and being able to hold things over their heads after he'd hit his growth spurt meant that muscle memory or something cool like that kept his hand stretched up over his head. Oh yeah, he could hold his arm up like that with notebook all day without dropping it or letting it go.

Yeah, Casey was just that cool.

(Imagine the sunglasses emoji right here.)

“Hello. Uh…what are you two doing? Why are you holding a book over your head?” Avery asked, although Casey didn't really catch onto that last question.

"Aveerrrrrryyyyy," he said, stretching out all of the syllables of Avery's name naturally, a lopsided grin on his face as he looked at his buddy (because obviously they were buddies). Casey laughed and reached forward, lightly patting the smaller freshman on his shoulder as he beamed at him. "We're just a hangin', ya know, no big dealio."

They were not, in fact, "just a hangin'," although this was a fact that Casey chose to overlook.

“Avery, are you high?” Bella said to the little A-Man, before turning back to Casey. “Give me back my journal, Casey, I clearly have more pressing matters to deal with.”

Oh yeah, he did still have that.

"Yo, yo, yo, he's just high on life or somethin'," Casey responded with a snort -- because no, he didn't catch onto any of the obvious, telltale signs that Avery was high. With a casual grin, he leaned against the nearby wall with his arm that was still suspended in the air, notebook in hand.

"No, no, no," he said, making a tsk sound as he shook his head. He kept an easygoing smile on his face, although Casey was growingly increasingly worried that he might just end up with a knee to the groin if he kept this up for much longer. Plus Cami had told him to leave this girl alone, but hey, little Casey had trouble imagining that anyone might not like him, and he was still determined to try and fix that fact.

"Listen, I read a lil bit," he held up two fingers, making a pinching motion to show just how little he'd read, "that much. It's good, ya know? Well ya probably do know, since you're at this school for real good writing and stuff. Anyway..." he trailed off, eyes squinting together while his lips pursed together as he tried to remember what else he'd wanted to pitch at her, and then it clicked and his eyes lit up as he pushed away from the wall, giving a little hop as he did so.

"Oh! Ya know what makes poems real good?" Casey asked, a grin on his face as he looked between Avery and Bella, waiting for some kind of response before he answered; "Music. A sick," -- he mimed playing the guitar with his free hand -- "ya know? Maybe a," -- this time, he mimed a drum, which just looked dumber than the guitar with only one free hand, but he was sure he was getting his point across as he nodded his head.

"Lemme sing one of 'em." He concluded.

Ya know, in case Bella hadn't picked up on what Casey was implying.




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, Avery

tags
geminiy geminiy Xed Xed


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dominicka abrams


Silence.

Outside the room, roaring voices filled the hallway, catching up on busy weekends, gossiping about other people’s businesses that they had no fucking reason to care about but decided to talk about anyway, laughing and joking and bonding. Everything was alright out there, to the people out there, but in here, their voices were muffled, so muffled that they barely stirred the silence — were nowhere near as loud as the heartbeat in Nickie’s ears.

She was waiting. Waiting in silence — in anticipation, in dread. Waiting for an answer — waiting for that no. Hoping for that no.

That no, we were nothing.

No, you can trust me.

No, I told you the truth.

No, I’m the kind of guy you think I am.

No, I’m not going to leave you.

Ever.

Her lower lip pulled in, and her eyes lowered to the ground. She was growing weak in her knees. A weird mix of emotion stirred in her stomach — of anger guided in no direction, of fear, of love and confusion and hope and dread and God-fucking-knew-what-else — and it was making her feel nauseous. Her hands slipped around her stomach, and she closed her eyes. She squeezed the shut for a second, tried to speed up the silence, tried to hurry things along.

The hopeful part of her was saying, Please, just say it, Hunter. I know the truth already — the “no”. Please, just tell me it aloud. Hurry up.

And the dreadful part…

She tried to squash that.

T-tut. T-tut.

Her heartbeat.

T-tut.

She heard movement and opened her eyes.

Hunter was moving backwards, stepping back towards one of the desks. He leaned against it, then sighed deeply.

Then, his brown eyes met hers, and he said in a quiet voice, “Fine, I’ll tell you everything.”

Nickie’s heart threatened to drop, teetered on the edge of falling.

No.

No, Hunter.

No, just—

Just say no.

He bit his lip, and the silence of the room resumed.

Nickie just stared at him, looked at the boy who held the ability to stop her dread and fear and whatever the fuck else in his hand, and she waited for him to just stop it. To say, ”This is all a big misunderstanding. Ronnie lied. Liv misunderstood. I told you the truth.”

And then, he breathed in a breath, and he spoke: “Ronnie is right.”

Nickie’s heart gave a squeeze.

She felt the color drain from her face, and her tongue felt heavy in her mouth.

“W-What?” she breathed, and she gave a small laugh. “N-No, that’s not what—“

“What Liv told her is the truth.”

Nickie squeezed her eyes shut.

Everything pulled inward.

Her heart grew closer to the edge.

“No,” she whispered, waiting for him to take it back as her grip around her stomach tightened.

“I slept with Liv last year. And it’s true, I didn’t call her back or give her any indication that I wanted anything past a quick lay.”

Shatter.

Even when her heart dropped to her stomach, it was quiet. Meek. Unwilling.

“Oh.” Her voice was hardly even a whisper.

The strength that she was closing her eyes with relented, giving way as tears pooled in them. She opened her eyes, looked up at Hunter.

She understood.

He’d lied to her.

He’d fucking lied to her.

But for a moment, that didn’t register with her.

She just stood there.

Dumbfounded.

Hurt.

Feeling sick.

Tears bubbling at her lower lid.

Heart, settled in her stomach, in a thousand little pieces.

“Before you go and judge me for it,” he started, as if to defend himself, “this was long before we knew each other. And I wasn’t a good person, Nickie. Hell, maybe I’m still not a good person.”

He laughed.

Nickie’s eyes squeezed shut again, and she muttered weakly, “It’s not funny…”

She looked at him again, tried to study him, tried to read everything, read the context or whatever behind it.

I wasn’t a good person.

Still am not.

That was his justification.

Nickie took a few steps towards him, her posture sagging, her arms dropping to her sides.

She didn’t feel like she was walking towards the boy that she loved; she felt like she was walking towards a stranger, walking towards a figure that’d been hiding beneath a mask, a mask that she’d thought was so fucking beautiful.

Because this wasn’t Hunter — wasn’t who she was told he was, anyway.

She walked closer to him.

In her stomach, the pieces her heart quivered.

It was still in the room, even as she moved. Dead.

She came to a stop in front of him, and she looked up into his face, looked into the eyes that she’d memorized. She reached down and took his hands in hers, laced her fingers with his silently, just to feel if they felt the same. Then she untangled her hands with his and wrapped her arms around him, the tears on the brim of her eyes threatening to spill out.

She looked up at him again, with her head against his chest, and she reached up and put a shaky hand on his cheek. Standing on her tiptoes, she brought her lips to his.

When she gave him that kiss, she got the distinct feeling that it was their last.

And as she broke the kiss and took a step back, her emotions — that weird fucking mix — decided to come back to life. The dread had been confirmed. Her hope had been squashed.

Her anger was now fully ignited, and it was pointed right at Hunter Drake.

She stared at him for a moment, her jaw clenching tighter and tighter. A tear escaped, and then more, and she covered her face with two shaking hands and gasped a sob: “Shit!”

She looked up at him, at the boy she thought she knew, tears flowing freely from her eyes, and she managed a few, spat words: “So the translation is: you’re a lying piece of shit who told me I could fucking trust you when you don’t even trust your damn self? W-What the actual fuck?!”




mood
...

location
a classroom

outfit
casual





playing...
oh god
by mothica​




mentions
liv & ronnie

interactions
hunter

tags
natsukashii natsukashii


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felix rian emmerson


“Let me in, please, I can’t hold on much longer,” Kian begged, pushin’ against the glass. “I’m too cute to dieeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

“I think birds say, ‘Tweet, tweet,” Felix chuckled, reachin’ for the corners of window. “Think you need to work on your bird impression a bit more.”

Slater came to join Felix by the window again. “You make a shit bird,” he said to Kian, and then he looked at Felix, who looked back at him. “Get our work done first and then we can let him in?”

Felix sighed dramatically, droppin’ his arms from the window’s corners and crackin’ a grin. He glanced at Kian danglin’, and then looked at Slater. “Temptin’,” he said thoughtfully, loud enough for Kian to hear. He put a finger on his chin and looked upwards. “It’d prove to be a nice workout for the upper body, just tryna dangle for a half-hour-plus. It never hurts anyone to have a little confrontation with their mortality…huh.” He glanced back at Kian again, knittin’ his brows as if genuinely considerin’ it (because who wouldn’t take the opportunity to further tease Kian?).

Finally, he flung his hand dismissively “Psh, nah, though.” He turned back towards the window. “If he fell, we’d be liable. Sounds like legal hell — not worth it.” He gripped the corners and tugged sharply upwards, and the window went up surprisingly easily. He looked at Kian finally, grinnin’ broadly and offerin’ him a hand. “Hey, Kiki, dunno if you’ve heard of it, but next time, I think it’d be easier to just come through that nifty thing we call a door,” he said cheekily. He chuckled, then started to tug him in, gruntin’ with effort.

Jeez Louise, he was heavier than he looked. He was lucky the Felix worked out; otherwise, Slater might’ve gotten his wish of seeing Kian fall to his doom.

“Slut? Little help here?” he called, though he doubted he’d get any assistance, so he just kept tuggin’ with all his might until Kian finally stepped off the windowsill and into the room.

"You good?" Felix checked, and then he let out a sigh of relief, wipin’ his forehead and lookin’ back out the window. He put his hands on his hips as he tried to catch his breath. “Whew…” He breathed out another long sigh, then turned to shut the window. “They really didn’t think it through, puttin’ windows with locks on them this high up…,” he thought aloud. “Figured that’d be some sort of…liability. It’s not like they’re useful to jump out of in case of a fire. Jump down that far’d just make ya splat. They probably didn’t think this through….but I suppose that there’ve probably been other instances of folks decidin’ to enter a room in style through a window, so I guess it makes sense if ya look at it that way.”

Flippin’ the locks shut, Felix turned to his friends, and he gestured to the one who’d just come in through the window. “You owe me,” he kidded. “Solid…” He looked down at his hands, bouncin’ his fingers and movin’ his lips as though mutterin’ numbers. He looked back up at Kian. “Four-hundred’d do it? Ya know, just for savin’ your life. Because I’m your friend, it’s a discount down from six-hundred. Take it or leave it.” He gave him a serious look for a second, and then he laughed easily, makin’ his way back over to where they’d been workin’.

“We were just gettin’ to work on Arts Fest stuff,” he explained. “Or, uh…said we were goin’ to, but we just ended up talkin’.” He rubbed his neck — and then he realized that he had, uh, some questions for the boy who’d been danglin’.

He looked over to him, cockin’ his head. “Hey, Kian, few questions." He put a finger up for each question he asked as he numbered them. "One, what made you think that was a good idea? Two, why are you here — you comin’ to exact your revenge on Slut for, uh, blockin' you? Three, you...uh, you weren’t serious about me bitch-slappin’ him, right? Ya didn’t come here to witness that?" He dropped his hand, and then he remebered he had another question for him. "Oh, and the most pressin’ question...for the folks at home..." He held up a fourth finger. "Just how the hell did you get up there in the first place?”




mood
workin' hard, teach! don't mind the birds. they go wild over the slut man.

location
the school

outfit
somethin' casual





playing...
take a slice
by glass animals​




mentions
n/a

interactions
slater & kian

tags
Winona Winona geminiy geminiy


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Zeph Evermore


When she asked if his dance had gotten any better, he let out a groan and turned so that his back was leaned against the locker. His head pressed back against the cool metal and he looked up towards the ceiling, his eyes focusing lazily on a spot near a light for a couple moments until he started seeing spots, and then he turned his head to look back down at Stella, a half-hearted smile on his face as he gave a shrug.

"We changed it up a bit," he started to explain, giving a tiny shrug as he did so. "I don't know if it's worse, but I can't really say it's a lot better. It'll ah... it'll take some time to get the new routine down, but Maeve's really good. And she's willing to put in as much work as I am to get it as perfect as we can, so I ah.. well, I dunno. I think we'll be fine but it's all..." he trailed off, giving another shrug as his words kind of failed.

It was all... what? Stressful? Worrying?

Who knew?

"You got here fast. You miss me?" She grinned, and he chuckled. "Or are you just really hungry?" she mused, poking his stomach.

Zeph laughed and swatted away at her hand. "Both," he admitted and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the side of her cheek before he straightened back up and took her hand as the two of them started towards the cafeteria.

The first couple days that they'd been together and had started walking around the school all hand-in-hand, Zeph had to admit that he'd felt a little... nervous about it? Something along those lines. It had made his heart thump nearly out of his chest, and he'd always worried that his palm might be too sweaty, or he was holding her hand wrong, or this or that, or who knows what else was going on in the tall sophomore's over worried thoughts.

Either way, he'd gotten used to it quickly enough and now? It felt... right. Like not that it had felt not right before, but it had been kind of a ahh... it had just made him nervous. Like it'd always felt right, like he belonged with Stella and what not, but it was just that it had been ah... uhh...

He didn't really know how to explain it.

"I can't wait until this festival thing is over," Zeph commented, his lungs exhaling in a heavy sigh as they got to the cafeteria and he pulled the door open to let her through first before he stepped through after her and followed her over into the line. "Get back to normal life or whatever."

A goofy smile spread across his face. "And then we'll have all this time to just go on dates and hangout and stuff, you know? That'll be... that's gonna be the best part definitely."




mood
chilll

location
wherever da stella is

outfit
less gym clothes, more casual





playing...
We Like It
by Computer Games​




mentions
N/A

interactions
Stella

tags
Kitsune2202 Kitsune2202


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Nathan Woods


Alright, Nate had quickly come to the conclusion that Boyfriend Trevor was significantly less tolerable than Fuck Boy Trevor. Seriously -- he was lucky that Nate wasn't some kind of over-muscled brute with a short temper that was just constantly itching for a reason to punch something, because with his attitude? There was no way he'd survive without a broken jaw or a bruised rib or some shit.

Do not question how "real" his "relationship" is. Noted.

Still wasn't as real of a relationship as his and Evie's since, well, they weren't hiding their relationship status. But also, Nate couldn't say he was particularly surprised. Trevor was clearly young and inexperienced, and Nate was obviously way above that (he was a legal adult, after all).

“Yeah,” Trevor started. “That’s the fecking worst part of it. That, and having to constantly sneak around gets irritating. But it’s…” He heaved a dramatic sigh through his lips. “Anytime I’m even speaking ta her anywhere — online, in person, what-fecking-ever — and we’re around people, some little shites want to come up to me and have…verbal pissin’ contests to assert their dominance?”

Ohh yeah, Nate got that. Nate definitely understood that.

....

Nate didn't understand it at all.

The closest he could maybe get to that had been when Dei had come up to him and Evie when they were in the hallway and kissed Evie, but Nate and her hadn't been dating at the time, obviously. They'd just been fucking, so it was... different. It had been some weak attempt by Dei to start a pissing contest, though, of that Nate was sure. But Nate was good at not biting when it came to that kind of shit.

And no, he didn't care when people called him a coward or made fun of him for avoiding that kind of shit. It was simply a matter of choosing your battles.

“I can’t — it’d be — me? And her? Datin’ with people knowin’ we’re dating? Yeah, I…do not…think that that would end too well.”

Yeah, Nate still didn't get it. Wouldn't it end badly either way? And obviously Trevor wasn't the best at not telling people, so it was just a matter of time until he ended up blabbering it to the entire fucking school.

But he listened, letting the little fuck vent.

Trevor handed the joint over, and Nate was reminded of exactly why he was standing out here listening to him vent.

“It’d be a pain in the arse to be her boyfriend in public. A bigger pain in the arse, I think. People always want to meddle in my business as is, assert their unwanted commentary and speculations—“ He shot a glare at Nate, and Nate flashed a grin back. “— and make people think as lowly of me as possible. Can ya imagine if I obviously had something that they wanted? They’d have my balls mounted on the fecking mantle beside a love letter from their mammy.”

“It’s different with you and Evie. You could take someone in a fight. The most I can do is…shove and run. But…” Trevor finished. “I’m happy. Just as happy as you are, if not more.”

Nate let out a snort of laughter.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he responded as he took a hit from the joint. As Nate exhaled, he moved closer to the van -- listen, he was sick of standing outside of the creepy pedo thing, and he'd decided that even if Trevor did try to knock him over the head and kill him or some shit, he'd probably be able to handle him. So he made a shooing motion with his hand to get Trevor to scoot over, and then he slid into the cramped back of the van.

Fuck, it was almost more uncomfortable sitting on this seat with his legs are scrunched up behind the driver's seat than it had been just standing outside in the blazing sun. Ah, well, whatever. He took another hit from the joint, exhaling the smoke into the interior of the van this time, and then passed it over to Trevor.

"Listen, no way you're happier than me and Evie -- the real new It Couple. Our relationship? Perfect." And, as he started to list off the reasons why him and Evie were clearly superior, Nate started to hold up his fingers to keep count. "Always got each other's back, never fight, bond over fucking with people on Twitter," and by people, he mainly meant Trevor, "she calls me hot for threatening to fight people that piss her off, uhh.... Oh, hangout all the time and never run outta shit to talk about or do. And don't have to deal with any 'pissin' contests 'cause the only one that really wants to fuck her is Gen, and I'm not all that threatened by her."

Obviously. Evie was straight.

"At lock-in," he added as an extra little flex, "she was fucking upset over Gen and Landon. So we went to the roof to smoke weed and I let her vent to me about all of it, and then afterwards? Rooftop sex."

Nate let out a sigh, giving a shake of his head as he did so. "Listen, kid, listen... it's real cute that you think you're happy, even happier than me, but I'm gonna have to disagree. No other relationships at this school have anything on me and Evie, least of all some childish relationship like yours."




mood
weeeeed

location
parking lot

outfit
omg clothes





playing...
Ho Hey
by The Lumineers​




mentions
Evie

interactions
Trevor

tags
ohdittoh ohdittoh


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"Focus on me, I'm about to blow them all away"
Stella Bailey
@Steller.Bae has set their status to:
Just another day

@Steller.Bae has set their outfit to:
Petite cutie

@Steller.Bae has set their location to:
School (Cafeteria)

@Steller.Bae has mentioned:
Maeve, Lin, Charlie

@Steller.Bae has Interacted with:
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One of the best things about Zeph was the fact he was extremely easy to read. Now if that was because everyone could, or because he let his guard down around her, or after hanging around him so much the past year made Stella just an expert at it she had no clue. Whatever the case may be it made knowing how he was feeling easy. Misunderstanding or miscommunication wasn't really a problem the two of them usually had, and she could only assume this was why.

If his groan didn't speak volumes on how he actually felt about her question his body language definitely did. Before he even opened his mouth she knew what was coming. Truth be told after his messages, she figured this would happen. She knew he could be difficult to please when it came to dancing and for good reason. Just like all the fields at this school it was very competitive, and for good reason so you needed to be detail oriented and meticulous. You had to be ambitious and always striving for better to make the top spots.

The only reason Stella was even particularly more relaxed then most was because she had connections. Why of course she'd never turn down more, and more sponsors to help her break into more avenues for her career like hopefully one day movies. She was in a good spot right now regardless for only being 15 years old. Most 15 year old's could only dream of things she's done, even her peers. While some of them are just as accomplished or more...most weren't.

She wasn't including her peers that were older then her like the seniors or juniors because she figures by the time she get's to that age she'll have accomplished even more to match them. No most of her fellow sophomore and freshmen peers were still babies in their careers and hadn't had real time in the spotlight yet where as she has been on TV for over a year now. They were where she was back when she was 11 and 12 in middle school. She had a bit of cushion to not NEED this Art Fest to try and jump start her career. It only needed a boost, and even if she didn't get it this year there were still two more years ahead of her and the Spring project showcase. So exposure wasn't something she was worried about.

She glanced up at him as he stared out for a moment before the words finally followed. She could do nothing but nod at his words. Truth be told she didn't understand his pick in the first place. It sounded like it sucked for them to have to change up their routine just two weeks before the big performance, but if they changed it that meant it was absolutely necessary.

Maeve seemed like a sweet person from what she'd seen on twitter, even though she was pretty sure they've never directly spoke to one another. However she knew of her and of her getting injured or something from the rumor mill of her peers. Working while healing must be hard. She could only imagine that she figured she was good enough to start back up and is just now realizing she isn't. Stella couldn't really think of any other reason to change the routine this late in the game other then someone of the two of them being incapable of doing the original. She also knew Zeph was too hard working and too stubborn to accept himself not being able to do it, which left her.

If they both knew she was still not 100% then...well then they should know this was a possibility. If not, if they thought things were going to be fine and now are not...to be blunt they still should've anticipated it. She adored Zeph and his endless kindness but working with someone who has been injured recently will always come with drawbacks no matter how talented they maybe. He mentioned at the end of his spill that she was willing to put in the effort however to make it right. Perhaps that was his deciding factor. Someone who was going to be willing to work as hard as he was it something hard to find.

His sighs were telling, but she didn't say anything till he was finished. Nothing she would say would help after all, and she had faith that they'd pull off something great regardless even if it's not the original vision they had. "If you think you'll be fine, then you will. Just remember that if you think you'll be amazing you also will be." She hummed tapping the side her her temple with her index finger lightly. "Perception and confidence are both Key. People feel that." She reminded him. While it wasn't 100% of course or down to a science...believing in yourself was more then half the battle. Sometimes it's not about how well you actually do but how well you believe you do. It's why there are some girls who walk around here who are hot as hell get treated like they aren't because they don't even believe they are. And why some girls who by societal beauty standards aren't as much do but it's because they believe themselves to be so they are.

Hearing the chuckle leave his lips placed her back in a lighter frame of mind even if he did playfully swat her hand away from him. She was tempted to test just how ticklish her gentle giant of a boyfriend was, but maybe not in the middle of the hallway.

A light blush tinted her cheeks as he bent down to kiss one of them. Yup she still blushed every time he did so even almost a month into dating. She wondered if she'd ever get so used to his touch that such things would stop happening? If the butterflies would ever settle completely? It was weird feeling flustered by such simple gestures, but not a bad way. She liked it. She hoped it would never fade away. Letting her fingers interlock with his naturally as they walked felt warm. There weren't many people Stella felt she could let down her walls and still feel safe and sound and at peace around. He was one of them. Times like this felt like it was just the two of them and she felt at peace.

At first she'd been worried about how going public would go. She'd done so before telling her manager or parents. She was especially worried about the fans. While she liked to think her fans were perfect sane she knew that you never really know. While she'd never hidden Zeph before, she wasn't usually posting about him like she'd done a couple times now. People usually get in such a huff when their celebrity crush get's into a relationship. However there wasn't any backlash that she knew of. Most people just commented that they looked cute, or die hard fans who already knew he was in her life that had been shipping them anyways were glad their ship sailed.

Everything fell into place and there were no major complaints. Well the only one being from her mother because she thought it was a stunt, and if she was going to pull a stunt it should've been with someone with a popular name. However once Stella explained that this was real, she calmed down. Even her agent wound up liking it more because it gave her the buzz they wanted still even if not as big.

She also originally wondered how Zeph would take being slightly more in the public eye, but he seemed to handle it just fine. At least if he wasn't he was doing great at hiding it from her. Though hiding it might not be hard with her on a high from it with her cheesy posts about them. What she liked being able to show him off! She was proud to be dating him and she wanted everyone to know it. She still didn't wanna come off as too...clingy, so she didn't post a whole lot. However when she did, she adored him and it showed.

They arrived at the Cafeteria and like the gentleman he was he opened the door for her. She sighed replying to his comment about the Arts fest, "You can say that again." She needed to get back to everyone being at normal levels of stress. She was honestly tired of hearing about it all. She smiled back playfully rolling her eyes at his goofy smile and words. He was adorable for sure. It was a cute way of saying spending time with her would be the best. She hoped he was right. Winter was cuddle season right? Then it'd be valentines day, then her birthday. So the stage was set for them to have plenty of time and reason to just be together.

"Yah, I couldn't agree more." She beamed up happily at him at the prospect of finally feeling like they'd have time together rather then just squeezing each other into their packed schedules. "We already have Karaoke planned, and there's tons of fun stuff to do in Dec. Like see the lights, or anything indoors honestly. Maybe Go-karts? What do you think? You should probably get next pick anyways." Only because she'd been the one to ask for Karaoke.

She giggled thinking of all the possibilities. "We can even double date with Lin and Charlie sometime." She added in a sing-song chime. While she'd of course like him all to herself, it'd been suggested several times so she knew it was inevitable. Plus Zeph would like it. It'd probably make any date they went on together more exciting because from the sounds of it Lin is always doing something exciting.

They got though the line and got their food. She just got the chicken salad and a fruit cup. Watching her weight and calorie intake was something her mother has pound in her head her whole life due to her wanting to stay in shape for roles. It was irritating, but she was used to it, and it didn't even bother her anymore. Mostly because Stella just genuinely didn't eat a lot. She got full really fast so she tends to snack throughout the day a lot instead of having big meals.

"Hey wanna sit outside in the courtyard today? It's really nice out." She suggested. She was tired of being indoors honestly. That and if a fight broke out or turned into a food fight because of the twitter drama her outfit and hair would be spared. Was that superficial to prioritize? Maybe but it was true. Also oddly enough it just felt more private. Even though they were out in the open of course, there weren't as many people who choose to eat outside as they did inside usually.
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