Realistic or Modern Auburn Springs

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Chelsea rolled his knuckles as he listened to everyone talk. He didn’t feel any soreness as he stretched his fingers.

Good, so he hadn’t hurt his hand.

He mostly ignored the words that the girls said. They were trying to pry an admission from him, which obviously wouldn’t work. Nothing had happened, yeah, so there was nothing to admit.

The Bridge Slug looked over at him and asked him if the tour was done, and one of the girls repeated the question in much the same way.

“No,” Chelsea answered. “It’s not over.”

He picked his bag up from the ground. “Hope you enjoyed.” He gave Mason a small nudge on the shoulder with his fist, giving him a cocky grin. “But we still got a lot more to go.”

Trust him, he wanted to be rid of the guy. He wasn’t worth his time of the day. He wanted to lay the bastard out. But he couldn’t do it yet.

If he got caught alone, the dumbass might have the fact that they fought pried from him, and CK couldn’t take the risk.

“Come on,” he said to the three, walking out of the locker room. “Let’s go.”

Chelsea led the way from the gym to the cafeteria. “It should be...lunch time soon,” he said, looking at the menu post outside the doors for a special.

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CHELSEA FREUD
♬ "i know how you like death" ♬

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Chelsea rolled his knuckles as he listened to everyone talk. He didn’t feel any soreness as he stretched his fingers.

Good, so he hadn’t hurt his hand.

He mostly ignored the words that the girls said. They were trying to pry an admission from him, which obviously wouldn’t work. Nothing had happened, yeah, so there was nothing to admit.

The Bridge Slug looked over at him and asked him if the tour was done, and one of the girls repeated the question in much the same way.

“No,” Chelsea answered. “It’s not over.”

He picked his bag up from the ground. “Hope you enjoyed.” He gave Mason a small nudge on the shoulder with his fist, giving him a cocky grin. “But we still got a lot more to go.”

Trust him, he wanted to be rid of the guy. He wasn’t worth his time of the day. He wanted to lay the bastard out. But he couldn’t do it yet.

If he got caught alone, the dumbass might have the fact that they fought pried from him, and CK couldn’t take the risk.

“Come on,” he said to the three, walking out of the locker room. “Let’s go.”

Chelsea led the way from the gym to the cafeteria. “It should be...lunch time soon,” he said, looking at the menu posted outside the doors for a special.

 

[hery]

Dexter Cruz

Auburn Springs

"Yeah! The gym!" Dex cheered enthusiastically, his obnoxiously upbeat voice attracting the attention of a few passerby students. He pointed straight to his left, which was definitely not the direction of the gym. "It's great! There's lots of... balls... and stuff!" He laughed to himself. Haha. Balls.

He stared at the two as they started typing lightning fast on their phones, frowning as he realized the tour would be delayed because of Twitter. He failed to pick up on Drake's change in mood, so when Milo suggested somewhere else, it came as a surprise. "Uhhh, sure man... maybe the uhh... the one area."

He took off yet again, beckoning for the two boys to follow. He had no idea where he was going, despite this being his fourth year at the school. "So... are you two gonna make oouuuut?" he teased as he lead them past the cafeteria. The mention of hookup spots reminded him of an area behind the main building on the other side of the campus, near one of the sidestreets. It was probably the most litter-y area of the school and it smelled vaguely like weed. Dex took a sharp turn and dragged the two toward the spot.

He remembered it was a well-known area for students to smoke further away from where most of the faculty would roam. Dex wasn't much of a smoker, his preferences lying more in drinking and smashing things before he blacked out. "Here's the spot! Mind the smell. Hehe."

"So what are we doing here again?" He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, longing to go on a fast-paced tour of all of his favorite spots (mostly being the gym and all the vending machines) instead of congregating in a secluded spot for mysterious reasons. But, being the easygoing guy he was, Dex didn't mind heeding Milo's request. Maybe they could sneak out of school instead and go get Slurpees at the convenience store. After all, the street was right there. Wait... darn! I have to save my money for Ren.

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[KingofAesir]

Bentley Greer

location: Hell Suburbia

mood: Amused

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Mercedes Camus. Bentley grinned a little. She was fairly certain that she was the one that Bentley had been flirting with on Twitter, how fun. Ben didn’t think she could be any luckier if a genie lamp dropped into her lap right now. It was curious that the very girl she had picked to mess around with on Twitter had ended up her partner. Bentley could imagine that Mercedes was probably wringing her hands and pacing right about now. With all that, “you’re intimidating” stuff she was doing on Twitter, Ben wouldn’t be surprised if she had just skipped town. Bentley stood from her seat just as the rest of the auditorium did so, she patted Drake on his shoulder as a goodbye and disappeared into the crowd. She knew vaguely what Mercedes looked like from her Twitter profile picture so she conjured up the image in her head and began her search. It was far too overcrowded in this place and Bentley was just now realizing that there were entirely too many brunettes in this place. This was a near impossible task Bentley resolved. She breezed right past the name tag station, feeling like it was fairly obvious who she was, and pushed her way out of the auditorium. It was strange, seeing so many unfamiliar faces. There was so much hostility in some of the eyes that dragged over her as she walked past them; any eyes that didn’t hold hostility were simply on edge. No one trusted them. Bentley supposed this was a given, they were from the slums afterall. There technically wasn’t anyway that she could defend herself against the predetermined hatred. Afterall, she was everything they thought she was. Still, it was weird to see people look at her wrong for it. No one in Ambridge looked at her like that. No one in Ambridge looked at her like she was a criminal or a danger. A criminal. What a new concept. Bentley grinned and shook her head, if she was a criminal they were crooked politicians. No one here was a saint even if they tried to act like they were. At least Bentley acknowledged that she wasn’t perfect.

Bentley finally pushed out into the hallway and was greeted with even more people. It was far easier to move around, but there were still far too many people. This school was not made to house twice as many students and Ben knew this would end up causing problems. Maybe they’d make them go back to their charred husk of a school simply because of capacity issues. Someone elbowed Ben in the side and she snarled as she turned on a small boy with glasses far too big for him sliding down his sloping nose. He was frozen in terror and Bentley lost all hostility almost instantly. He hadn’t meant to do that. Why was she so on edge? Ben flashed him a dazzling smile and moved on again. She hoped he wasn’t too petrified. Brunette after brunette walked past her and yet none of them were Mercedes. Bentley was about to give up until she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eyes. The little beauty mark on her cheek was unmistakable.

“Mercedes!” Bentley called out, pushing people quite literally out of her way as she made her way toward the girl. She arrived after displacing several people in the hallway and making a few of them mad. Ben ignored angry looks being thrown her way and grinned brightly at Mercedes.

“I hope you weren’t trying to run away.” Ben remarked, “I would’ve been devastated to not get the chance to actually meet you.” She offered her hand to the other girl.

“Bentley Greer, though I’m sure you already know that.”

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Lance Donovan

Lance found it close to impossible to not crack a smile when Jade commented about how none of the Springers could keep up with her. He didn’t doubt this for a second because there were few Bridgers who could handle her. Jade was one of those girls who needed a gentle touch but a firm reminder of what she liked. She had both figured out, but Lance always thought of himself as someone who could open her eyes. And, of course, their history spoke volumes.

And because of her connection, Lance found what she said about her mom oddly suspicious. Maybe it was her tone or just the way she phrased it, but Lance stayed on that for a while. And by a while, it really only lasted about four seconds until the topic drifted back onto her regret for not being able to go to the party.

“It was really last minute. But you’re right, it is a shame.” His smile became a smirk once more.

As a gaze lingered, it lingered still when her mouth asked him what his preference for the next stop on the tour was, but her eyes were saying something else. Or if he was wrong in assuming, then there was potential he might be a complete douche. Of course, with Jade, he was almost never wrong in what she implied.

So as he decided to push a little of his own luck, Lance got closer, his hand finding itself sliding along her hip, going closer to her backside. He distracted her with a smile and made his move. He locked his hand on her lower spine and applied some force so she would be pulled closer to him. And he just let the hunger in his eyes speak for itself as he kissed her, lips locking with a passion and a longing four months in the making.

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Jade hadn’t realized how bitter her tone was until she’d already let the words slip out. She could see in Lance’s eyes that he’d caught the hint of truth behind her words. Maybe he even wanted to question it but thankfully he chose not to. Instead, he let her change the conversation and she was grateful for that because she really didn’t want to dwell on it. So what? Her mother had become so obsessed with having a perfect life with a rich husband that even when she got it, it just wasn’t enough. She basically didn’t give a shit about Jade especially because the blonde’s behavior and image didn’t match what she wanted. It was really only a matter of time before she got so fed up with JJ’s antics that she told her to leave.

Her eyes flickered back over to Lance as she spoke the next question. What do you wanna see next? Of course, she was aware of how it sounded and it could have a number of meanings. As her eyes remained locked with his, though, she had a feeling he could sense exactly what she was getting at. She watched him take a few steps closer to her and as his arm snaked around her waist she knew she was right. He pulled her in closer to him with just the right amount of force, knowing that she liked to be handled with a hint of aggressiveness. Lance was the type of guy who learned just what a girl liked and used it to his advantage, and he damn sure did it well. The look in his eyes matched the daring one in her own and before she knew it, his lips were crashing into hers. It was honestly something she didn't realize she'd missed as much as she did until it was happening.

The pair didn’t need words because they both knew exactly what they had wanted from the moment they heard they’d been chosen as partners. It was inevitable that they would end up here, just like this at some point. Her hands slid up to his chest, grabbing at his shirt and she wanted nothing more than to rip it off of him right there. She could smell the hints of rosemary and sandalwood in his cologne as her body was pressed against his which only fueled her sex drive more and more. The gentle and yet still dominant grip he had on her waist sending fireworks through every inch of her body as her lips moved in sync with his. "We could ditch if you're game. I have the keys to my wicked step sister's car and no one is home," she said as she tore away from him for just a moment. "Unless you're scared of getting a little detention or something," she added, her teasing tone obvious as she leaned forward to whisper the words into his ear.

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[Winona]

She was relieved when Dani asked about the photography room because at least that was something a little more interesting than the boring office or the cafeteria or literally anywhere else. Natalie had a relieved smile on her face now. "We do," she said, "we can actually--" but before she could finish her sentence, that Bridger boy -- Katee Nut -- was speaking up again.

Natalie looked towards the boy, her eyebrows wrinkling together. "Track-and-field day?" she echoed. "You mean... like... like the field days that we used to do in elementary?" As in, the field days where half the kids were too distracted by dandelions and ladybugs to actually run. To be fair, she had only ever attended one.

"We can go see the track after we go to the photography room," Natalie decided before squeezing Garrett's hand and looking up at him with a smile. Part of her had considered suggesting that Garrett take the Bridger boy there alone, but she knew what the answer would be. However, there was really nothing to worry about with this Katee. He was just... a little weird.

At least the tour was going decently. Granted, it had just started, but so far there hadn't been any issues. Natalie was trying to be optimistic about the whole situation as she again led them through the labyrinth of halls, pointing out important things on their way to the photography room -- the library, the direction of the cafeteria.

Once they arrived at the library, she let go of Garrett's hand, sending him another smile before she stepped forward, opening the door and stepping inside. Right now, the room was empty save for photographs that lined the walls. Natalie flipped on the light switch and stepped aside for Dani and the boys to follow after her.

"So, here's the photography classroom." She waved her hand around the room with a flourish and then pointed towards a door off to the side. "The dark room is through there. Feel free to go check it out."

Natalie

INTERACTIONS: Dani, Garrett, Nut

MENTIONS: N/A

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[Winona]

He was fine.

Milo was overreacting because Drake felt fine.

... If you told yourself that enough, you would start to believe it, right?

Drake wasn't even sure what flipped the switch in his brain this time, but something did. Something about Honey's words was like removing the right stick and causing a dam of emotions to break down. He wasn't fine -- but when was he. Drake's mind was a matter of trying to duct tape everything together and try to pretend that he wasn't consistently teetering on the edge, ready to go crashing down at any minute.

His words and replies to Angeline had been reduced to mush but at least Mercedes had been nice. Very nice. Drake would have to remember that, to thank her whenever he maybe met her in person... when he wasn't standing with a static brain.

It was probably good that Milo stole his phone.

Dexter was leading them somewhere that Milo had asked instead of towards the gym per Drake's request (how rude) but again, he had to begrudgingly admit it was for the best. Drake's breathing was coming a little shallower as he allowed Milo to take his hand and pull him along after Dexter until, finally, they were in some place behind the school that was littered with cigarette butts and even still held the faint scent of cigarette smoke.

Drake hated the smell of cigarette smoke. It clung in his throat and made him feel like he was choking.

His lack of a high was starting to become painfully obvious as he pulled his hand away from Milo and started to pace the area, tapping his temple rapidly with one finger. Tap, tap, tap. Maybe it would make the sound in his head go away? Tap, tap, tap. Get his thoughts cleared out so he could play in the gym? Tap, tap, tap.

The taps became more rapid as he kept going until finally he stopped. He stopped pacing, he stopped tapping. One hand pushed through his hair in frustration and he stood for a moment, breathing shakily, until Drake let his hand drop back to his side and he turned towards Dexter and Milo, a huge grin spreading across his face.

"No one's out here, we should get high." Drake suggested, a broad grin spreading over his face as he fumbled for a moment before pulling his emergency joint out of the pocket of his jeans and held it up... the grin fading when he realized he forgot his lighter. Well, didn't forget, but Mason had it. "Uh... I need a lighter."

Drake

INTERACTIONS: Milo, Dexter

MENTIONS: N/A

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[hery]

Theodore Virtanen

Ambridge

Theo's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He was beginning to lose his confidence in Donna after a comment he made earlier about smoking, which he heavily disapproved of, but his commitment to the tour was commendable. Theo's faith was restored in the completion of the tour, all with the added bonus of having Silas there to keep them company. He only hoped the boy would avoid being too obnoxious and distracting while they went around the school. That was if he agreed to pick up where they left off instead of skipping straight to the good part.

He took his eyes off DC and turned to silently plead to Silas with his eyes, but from the wide grin on his face, he already seemed sold. DC's multiple comments about hooking up went in Theo's ear and out the other. In a competitive sense, he gained satisfaction from flexing his... lover? to his tour guide. So much so that he wasn't really embarrassed of Silas' crassness because DC... wasn't actually as cool as Theo thought he was. It was mostly thanks to his permitting of Silas' behavior and how lax he was with weed, but, hey! He had a good run. Now there was no need to impress anyone.

But that naturally did not stop Silas from impressing, who was forward as always. He took careful note of how comfortable DC was getting too, slightly bittering Theo's former impression of the guy. It had that seemed at Auburn Springs the students weren't as scholarly as they had been cracked up to be. This heathen was clearly perfect for the likes of Silas. Theo remained largely unsurprised with how flirtatious Silas was being after putting on such a romantic act, rolling his eyes amusedly on several occasions. After a short amount of time, Theo had stopped reacting to Silas' antics, sticking to looking forward or shoving his nose in a book when he got the chance. For better or for worse, he didn't really care; indiscriminate flirting and sex jokes had become pretty routine.

Theo carefully set himself down on a pile of bulky duffel bags, which felt lumpy and extremely uncomfortable to sit on. But Theo would manage. As much of a complainer as he was, very few things bothered him. Unless it was engaging in illegal activities right in front of his face. Yeah, that was pretty annoying. He scowled when Silas started smoking, staring back at the brown-haired boy disgustedly. He coughed loudly when the smoke hit his face, vigorously waving his hand in the air to clear the air.

Ah, there it was. In no time, Silas had started stripping down. He was no stranger to doing thing in precarious places, so he didn't offer much of a reaction. He pulled his eyes away from Silas' torso just in time to check on DC. Had he even agreed to this? His prior response was pretty noncommittal.

His attention was quickly ripped away from their tour guide and onto Silas. He went limp as the boy jerked him rather roughly into him, submitting to whatever was going on. He trusted Silas enough to go with whatever he wanted and hey, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it every time. He looked up with a smile to get a look at Silas' face again. He was staring straight at Donna. Gee. So persistent! His attention, again, was thrown at Silas as his hair was pulled back. It wasn't the slight pain the bothered him, but instead the fact that Silas was doing whatever he wanted. And Theo let him. Some leader figure I am. This is why I will never be class president. Or regular president!

But it was too late for that kind of self-reflection. "Yes. He is very hot," he swiftly responded, paying less attention to the question and more at the sound Silas' voice. These were the only times when he talked that Theo's mind wouldn't instantly go to various versions of the word "idiot" because, right now, his bold flirtatiousness was pretty warranted.

And, of course, it wouldn't be an interaction with Silas if he didn't partially ruin it some way. At least to Theo. He stared dumbly at Silas, trying to process the question about shot gunning, a bit anxious that Silas knew something he didn't. He was sure he had a pretty decent comprehension of the English language. So what gives? As it turned out, the answer was less than desirable.

Just when he thought Silas had moved on from the question and resorted to kissing him, a burst of smoke was shoved into his mouth. It tasted horrendous. He lurched forward with a fear-stricken face, coughing like a madman. His throat burned from what he had inhaled, prompting him to wonder why the hell people did this for fun. "You are such an asshole!"

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[Zatanna]

HONEY GRANDIS
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Honey's talk with Sly was going pretty well or so she thought until Sly slammed his foot down and disrupted her. She didn't mean for the whole thing to be about Mason, she just wanted to get to know him better. She wanted to surprise him and already know about things he liked and didn't like. Sly was giving her no real answers though. Honey's brow furrowed as Sly collapsed onto the floor and invited her to join him. There were rooms full of chairs and this guy wanted to sit on the floor? Maybe that would be something to add to her documentary on cultural differences with her friends beyond the bridge. Sighing and brushing off her skirt, she sat down on the ground next to Sly. Her heart fluttered when Sly told her he thought she had a real shot with Mason. Sure they had just met and everything but it was nice to imagine this turning out to be more than a hit and quit. Listening to the rest of Sly's little speech her stomach tightened. CK? Hanging out with a bad crowd...? And Mason wants to help him? Sounds fishy to me... CK hangs out with Dex... And why would Mason want to help CK? They are like enemies... Jacob and Edward... Wait a minute.... He's tryna pull a quick one on me! Well, well, well Slyvester. Coming out of the blank stare she was in, she gave Sly an excited face.
"Oh of course I want to help Mason out! Let's see what I know about CK... Well. I never went to his house before because he usually came to mine... I don't really pay attention to cars either. What I do know about him is he has this little spot on his neck that he likes when you kiss. Um he's really non committal. He looks really good in shades of blues... Um..." Honey trailed off trying to think of more bullshit things to tell Sly. Then she thought of something smart to do. They would go find Val or Mason or Angie or something. Standing up and dusting herself up she looked down the hallway trying to see if there was anyone around. No luck.
"Wanna go find someone else? We could go ask Val... Or maybe Angie? I guess Mer could work too. I feel bad about not knowing more but I'm sure one of them knows more! I really wanna help Mason after all! I think it's almost time for lunch anyways. This tour stuff is like totally boring. Do you want to see anything?" She asked him while she fiddled on her phone. She stared at two separate messages. One with Mason and one with Angie and Val. Thinking to herself for a few seconds, she decided to go to her messages with Mason. Hope your tour is going alright! Lunch plans? She texted simply before sliding her phone away.
"KK! Let's motor!" ​

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[LowkeyLovingLoki]

count your calories

If Roman was anybody else, Eden would have said that a date in the school was not a romantic idea at all. But Roman could make anything romantic, and Eden was past the stage in their relationship where she wanted to do really special things with him. It was nice every now and then, of course, but she loved him enough to be satisfied with just the two of them somewhere completely ordinary. Of course, he still had the creativity to make one of the labs into a makeshift movie theatre, and soon they were laying down and watching something that Eden was paying exactly zero attention to.

She was too busy watching her boyfriend because God, she'd missed him. She wanted to savour every single moment that they had together, no matter how impossible that might seem. It gave her butterflies every time she remembered that they had time, and that they would be able to make the most of that time. So she cuddled right up to him as they watched the movie, resting her head on his chest. She very strategically did not eat any of the food that they'd bought, just kind of crinkling packets every now and then to make it seem like she was. She still laughed when he groaned about being full, lifting herself up to lay on her stomach, her upper body above the ground and resting her weight on her elbows and forearms.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at the mention of her mother. "Hey," she scolded, pointing a pink fingernail in Roman's face, "none of that self-deprecation right now. We're together again, you're not allowed to be sad," she teased, lowing her hand and picking at her fingernails as she thought of her mother. "You know that woman doesn't adore anyone," she pointed out. She included herself in that statement, because she knew it to be true.

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[Nixiee]

HENRIETTA THOMAS

Oh yeah, of course – Mason slipped on a towel and Chelsea abso-fucking-lutely didn’t punch himself in the face. Totally believable. Henri was done with this whole conversation. The fact that these two idiotic boys were trying to pretend that everything was fucking dandy and shit was ridiculous. Surely they recognised that both herself and Ren weren’t fucking blind and dumb?

Fuck this. She agreed with Ren, they weren’t going to get any more information from either Mason or Chelsea. “Yeah, lets keep touring this place. If we’re lucky, we may get through one fifth of the school today!” Sarcasm dripped from Henri’s voice. This school was starting to exhaust her, and it had only been a couple of hours. Henri briefly heard Chelsea tell them to get out of the locker room, and watched him start to walk off. Henri’s stomach started to growl. I wonder if its lunchtime yet.

Not wanting to follow the asshole on her own as he walked off, Henri questioned Ren. I wonder what her plans are? She didn't know whether Ren was going to continue to pester Chelsea and Mason for answers, or if she had something else for today in mind. “What else did you have on your tour list, Ren?”

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The trip to the field house had taken just as long as Donna had figured, and, by the time he reached there, he was craving what Silas had promised— sans the “sloppy toppy” part.

Okay. He just wanted the weed. He could get that and just...ignore what was going on, right? Silas had given him those eyes, yes, but he wanted that weed, not that dick.

Donna sighed through his nose, plopping down on the ground and seating himself cross-legged. His eyes focused on the thing in Silas’ hand as the boy lit it up. “It’s short for Donna,” DC said thoughtfully. “Don’t bring up my first name, though. It doesn’t fit me.”

He took the joint from Silas, nearly grinning as his lips reunited with their old lover. He closed his eyes as he drew in a long puff. This was fuckin’ heaven if there ever was one.

Apparently Silas thought the same thing, though he put the emphasis on the adjective before heaven.

DC had not expected to open his eyes to see a shirtless Silas, and, when he did, he nearly laughed. It was a shock, for sure, and...well, he looked cute without his shirt off— like he was playing bad boy.

The eye contact with Silas as he made out with Theo was...listen, okay, Donna wanted to smoke, and that was it. He wasn’t here to see two (albeit kind of cute) guys make out. He was here to get his fix.


Had he somehow roped himself into a threesome? How did one un-rope oneself from a threesome and get away with the weed?

DC reluctantly handed the joint back to Silas as he held out his hand for it. Silas’ compliment nearly took him aback; flattery was the way to win DC over— if that hadn’t been obvious— and Theo’s agreement made a little bit of pride well in his chest. It bubbles up and gathered in his cheeks, making them red.

Silas’ compliments went further, and his hand had gone to Donna’s lip, and, before he could respond, Silas was mentioning shotgunning.

And Theo was blowing up at Silas.

Ugh. Had he caught himself in a lover’s quarrel, too?

DC, not really caring about the fight or about shotgunning, took the joint back from Silas and nonchalantly brought it back to his lips. “You two should stop fighting,” he said calmly. “We came out here for peace, right? Do what you planned to do.” He paused. “I won’t watch,” he said, “or join.”

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The trip to the field house had taken just as long as Donna had figured, and, by the time he reached there, he was craving what Silas had promised— sans the “sloppy toppy” part.

Okay. He just wanted the weed. He could get that and just...ignore what was going on, right? Silas had given him those eyes, yes, but he wanted that weed, not that dick.

Donna sighed through his nose, plopping down on the ground and seating himself cross-legged. His eyes focused on the thing in Silas’ hand as the boy lit it up. “It’s short for Donna,” DC said thoughtfully. “Don’t bring up my first name, though. It doesn’t fit me.”

He took the joint from Silas, nearly grinning as his lips reunited with their old lover. He closed his eyes as he drew in a long puff. This was fuckin’ heaven if there ever was one.

Apparently Silas thought the same thing, though he put the emphasis on the adjective before heaven.

DC had not expected to open his eyes to see a shirtless Silas, and, when he did, he nearly laughed. It was a shock, for sure, and...well, he looked cute without his shirt off— like he was playing bad boy.

The eye contact with Silas as he made out with Theo was...listen, okay, Donna wanted to smoke, and that was it. He wasn’t here to see two (albeit kind of cute) guys make out. He was here to get his fix.


Had he somehow roped himself into a threesome? How did one un-rope oneself from a threesome and get away with the weed?

DC reluctantly handed the joint back to Silas as he held out his hand for it. Silas’ compliment nearly took him aback; flattery was the way to win DC over— if that hadn’t been obvious— and Theo’s agreement made a little bit of pride well in his chest. It bubbles up and gathered in his cheeks, making them red.

Silas’ compliments went further, and his hand had gone to Donna’s lip, and, before he could respond, Silas was mentioning shotgunning.

And Theo was blowing up at Silas.

Ugh. Had he caught himself in a lover’s quarrel, too?

DC, not really caring about the fight or about shotgunning, took the joint back from Silas and nonchalantly brought it back to his lips. “You two should stop fighting,” he said calmly. “We came out here for peace, right? Do what you planned to do.” He paused. “I won’t watch,” he said, “or join.”

 

[fin]

i came, i saw

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Roman sighed. He perked a brow up at Eden's finger, and playfully bit at it as it loomed overhead. Eden was right, they were finally together. It wasn't a time to get down because unlike the past several months, anything that came at them, came at them. Roman and Eden in Auburn Springs, not Roman and Eden separated by hundreds of miles.

Plus Eden definitely wasn't lying either. She came from a very powerful springs family, so it was no surprise how strict they could be. Roman had received his fair share of scrutiny from Mrs. Martinez, he wasn't exactly a saint only a couple months ago. That was only one of many relationships he hoped to fix eventually. Except while Eden was strong, Roman couldn't help but worry what might've sufficed in his absence. He didn't think her mother hated her, but Roman also knew just how much pressure was on Eden day in and day out. Just like Chelsea, the feeling of letting her down lingered in his chest.

Still, his smile softened as he slowly twirled her hair around his finger. He let himself get lost in each curl, finding himself mesmerized by its soft texture. Eventually, Roman couldn't help but shuffle back onto his stomach and closer to Eden. His arms wrapped around her, and slowly, he pulled her closer into himself. His brows furrowed as they took in the barely touched bag of chips-- nothing, he quickly dismissed it as. All that mattered right now was the lovely girl between his arms.

"If there was something wrong... Something that hurt you. You would tell me, right?" Roman whispered into her ear. The answer was an obvious one to him, yes a million gajillion times, yet the tension in their little fort just warranted some reassertion. "Right?" He added softly between gentle kisses at Eden's neck.

"I feel like with the rehab and leaving-- that I let you and a lot of people down."

mood; calm. | location; 2nd floor science room. | tags; eden LowkeyLovingLoki​

i conquered.

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[fin]

sly old fish

The smug grin on Sly's face was wiped away once he'd heard Honey's words. He'd underestimated her, and she was playing with him because of it. Fair enough. Oddly enough though, the information on Chelsea's favourite spot to be kissed... didn't seem completely unusable. Maybe in a later ploy, Sly decided, and noted it mentally. For now though, he had to clean things up with Goldilocks. He'd tried to make a fool of her, and instead Honey pulled her uno reverse card.

"Okay, 'ya got me." Sly clapped his hands slowly as he pushed himself off of the ground. "I don't want to talk to any of those people," Sly started. He had no idea who Angie was, he didn't want to deal with pimp perfect Valeria, and Mercedes was definitely a topic he hoped to keep tucked away.

"The truth of the matter is that Mason and Chels' are like fire and ice. I don't know if you've noticed, but they don't get along too well. One of these days, you're going to have to tip the scale, Goldilocks. It's not gonna be pretty so I was just trying to help you make that decision." He explained, and rubbed at his head once more. It was like staring straight into the sun trying to look at Honey, way too fucking bright.

"Also, Mason's a cigarette guy instead 'a weed guy. Yeah, I know. Disgusting. Maybe you guys were made for each other." Sly let out a dry laugh, but it didn't take a genius to sense it might've been poorly timed. "Look, if you still want to do your whole tour thing, I'll follow you to wherever. I guess I can take a bat at talking to one of the little friends you mentioned too, hmph."

While it was nothing flashy, or near an apology, that was Sly's definition of one. A go at compromise. He'd probably have waved off any other Auburn Springs kid in all honesty, but something about letting what was supposed to be the dumbest kid keep up with him just bit at him so much he had to give in.

Does Drake count? The kid has to be a little more dense right? He thought, and tried to console himself.

mood; relaxed. | location; hallways. | tags; honey, Zatanna , mason Winona​

too cunning for the hook.

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[Winona]

What. The. Absolute. Fuck.

Here was an opportunity for Mason to get as far as fucking possible away from Chelsea, and the fuckprick was ruining it. He couldn't help the incredulous look that passed over his face before he blinked, letting the look fall away to be replaced with his usual expression.

Henri was asking Ren about where she wanted to go next and part of Mason wanted to ask them to come along so he wasn't alone with a dude that obviously wanted to fucking kill him. But he didn't. Instead, Mason held his tongue and let them do their own thing. It was probably better that they were gone, anyway. Less witnesses to his soon to be fucking murder.

"See ya guys later," he said to Ren and Henri. Mason's mouth felt dry when he spoke.

God, he really wanted a fucking smoke.

Mason looked at Chelsea who was just rambling about lunch. Fuck that. He wasn't interested in whatever fancy fucking food this godforsaken shit school had to offer. Instead, all of the adrenaline from the fight had faded. The tension in his shoulders returned and he was, again, wired up and on edge. Stress pumped through his veins like blood.

"I'm going outside." He announced and walked past Chelsea and in the opposite direction of Ren and Henri. Mason was a guy on a mission.

He found the nearest door that led outside and slammed into it with his shoulder before stepping out into the sun. Perfect. Just being out of that pristine fucking school was enough to calm his god damn nerves.

Before Mason could get out his cigarettes, he got a text. From Honey -- asking him about his lunch plans.

And if his tour was going alright.

Ha.

Mason's thumbs hovered over the phone screen for a moment while he tried to figure out how to reply. What to say. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? A... date with another Auburn Springs chick -- as if the first time hadn't been enough of a disaster, here he was, trying yet again for something that he knew wouldn't happen. He'd end up broken and kicked to the curb just like before.

Not that that would stop him.

I don't have any plans. Wanna meet up?

He clicked send and then slid his phone into his back pocket before reaching up and grabbing the cigarette box out of the front pocket of his flannel. Was it a super secret spot? Not fucking at all. But Mason liked the feeling of the cigarette box being close to his chest. It was... a comfort, almost. For some fucked up reason.

Mason

INTERACTIONS: That one asshole, Honey

MENTIONS: Henri, Ren

TAGS: ditto Nixiee erzulie Zatanna

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[r e i]

FRANKIE LEONARDO GOMEZ

mood: hot guy...awesome + location: auditorum + outfit: xxx + tags: geminiy

Frankie was excited for this day. He couldn't wait to mess around with some Ambridge students. It wasn't like he hated people from that side of the tracks. It just that he loved getting under people's skin. It was sometimes so easy to. He had woken up his sister who was tired and cranky, from being woken up so early. Didn't she understand what fun this day was going to be? New school year, new people to toture. His sister was less like him, she doesn't find fun at calling people out in front of their faces. More like behind their backs. She probably didn't give a fuck that Ambridge students was here. He stood by the door, waiting for his sister to get done with saying hello to their parents. He was getting impatient. So he spoke up "Are you coming Mils? I swear that you take forever with your shit. " His parents shaking their head at his use of language. His sister, Faith turns to him with a sweet smile on her lips and a glare aim for him. Uh oh.

"Oh will you shut up? The dirty ass Ambridge students will still be there when we get there. I am not about to skip my breakfast because of your idiocy."

That's when he knew that he better shut up. Anytime she said something sweetly but with looks like she's about to kill you. He knows that he shouldn't push anymore. So he just settled with glaring at her until she was finished. She finally finished with whatever she was doing and headed to her car. As he got into the car, he could hear her muttering about how he failed his driving test for the tenth time and how it wasn't her fault. He frowns at her behind her back. It wasn't his fault that they made those cones so tiny. How was he supposed to see them? He did try though, it was the instructor's fault for not helping him learn easier. She shouldn't be complaining, because he kept failing his driving test, she got a new car in the request of her driving him around. So in her luck, her brother was a total dumbass. They got into the car, and after 20 minutes drove into the school parking lot. He immediately after the car safely stopped headed out and met with his friends.

After a few minutes of them goofing around, the principal started to speak on stage. He smirked. This was perfect. He gets to mess with a student at the start and the student might not get the best directions. Or any. He might ditch him. Oh...so many options to do, so little time. He nods to his friends as he heads out to find the Coda, was it? That he was paired up with. He decided against ditching him, the principal might get mad and his parents will kill him if they get another call from the school about how he did something. That or Faith. He looked for Faith and she was chilling with a girl who looked like a freshman. Welp, she's gonna have fun. He then saw a handsome guy with bright red hair looking lost. Everyone had either paired up or left the auditorium so this might be him. He walked up to him and turning on his charming self. He might as well have fun with him.

"I'm Frankie, handsome. And may I hope that you may be Coda?" He said charmingly.

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[Zatanna]

silas montrel
outfit
tags: ditto , hery

He could tell that Donna wasn't going to join in by this time. I mean sure he was a little stupid but he could catch a hint. Then there was the fact that he came right out and said it. He wasn't going to watch or join. What kind of fun was that? Then there was Theo, who was coughing and bitching about something as usual. Silas let out a long laugh watching Theo try to compose himself. It was kind of funny after all. Theo was always such a stickler. He needed to loosen up. "Huh? No ones fighting. Right Theo? It's just how I communicate." He said turning around too look back at Theo. Giving him a mischievous grin. Grabbing his shirt from the bottom and pulling it over his head. Tossing it to the side with his stuff he grinned eyeing Theo down. For a nerd he had a great body. Pressing his chest against Theo's and pulling him in for a kiss. Lots of tongue. Silas had always been a fan of the french kiss. Biting his own lip to refrain himself, Silas stumbled back a little bit.
"Alright well if you aren't gonna watch or join then your dismissed. But uh... I hope we can catch up later." Shooting DC a quick wink and flirtatious smile.
Shoving Theo's back roughly against the wall he moved to kissing Theo's neck. Although he was a little sad that DC wouldn't be joining them, Theo was his favorite lay. His favorite person matter of fact. Moving up the boys jaw and to his ear he lingered for a second. Letting his hot breath stay on Theo's ear. "You have my full attention now."
Silas' hands became greedy feeling all over Theo's body. Deciding that he was getting impatient, Silas wanted to speed up the process. Smoothly flipping Theo around so he was facing the wall, Silas grabbed the base of Theo's neck to bend him over.

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Panting slightly and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Silas gave Theo a small grin. Theo looked so handsome. The sunlight filtering in and hitting his skin. He had this fluffy blonde hair that Silas loved. It was really soft too. Felt good to tug on. Theo also had this smile that melted Silas' heart. He was so fucking cute. Then he had this adorable little accent. Said some of his words kinda funny. It also felt good to be with Theo. Could be himself for the most part. Theo already knew all the bad things about him but he didn't care. He didn't judge him for cursing or being too rough. Theo liked him for him. It felt damn good too.

Silas stood up, offering Theo a hand up. Going over to his backpack he tossed Theo's shirt back to him before putting his back on. "That was the best I've had in a while. You've gotten better. You been studying for my class?" He teased, running a hand through his curly brown hair. Theo had a few bruises on his neck, which Silas was just now noticing. He was sure that Theo just bruised easily. He wasn't being that rough... Was he? He felt a little bit bad so he figured he owed Theo some TLC. Kissing the dirty blonde again, more softly this time. Slow and gentle. Savoring it for a few minutes at least.
"So now that the tour is over, can I take you to lunch? I wanna take you to one of those really nice Spring restaurants. Let's just hope I can keep my hands off of you." Squeezing his own hand tightly, he looked away from the other boy. Silas wished that they could even just hold hands but he couldn't admit that. If anyone saw them he'd shit himself. Instead he opened the door to the shed, looking around for any prying eyes. The coast was clear so he took a couple of steps outside.
He had a smug, satisfied look on his face as he slowly walked to his car, waiting for Theo to catch up. A casual stroll in the nice weather. Silas could even whistle a little tune he was so happy. The extra skip in his step took him all the way to the cherry red beauty. He unlocked the doors, tossing his bag in the back and getting in the drivers seat. The engine purred to life as he looked through some swanky places to eat. "What kinda food you want? And if you say pb&j with mayo I'm gonna have to knock your fuckin teeth in." Silas said seriously. His cold stare turning into a charming grin as he sped out of the Auburn Springs parking lot once again. ​

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[natsukashii]

L

Auburn School High

M

Confident

O

But no hat

Matt
Hew
Dadd
Ario

Lance Donovan

As a suggestive gaze lingered between them and Lance's large hands continued to explore Jade's full body, her hips becoming a popular destination. He felt the softness of her touch as her hand pressed against his chest and her slender fingers tugged on his shirt. He followed her lead, though he normally wasn't the type to, and he smirked as they were mere inches away from each other.

So close to her, he could feel himself getting excited, and then she pulled away. The disappointment from this act only lasted for a brief moment as she suggested they could ditch. Lance had no problem with ditching. He did it plenty of times. And he wasn't a stranger to detention, which made him laugh when she suggested he was afraid. But his hesitation came from when she mentioned her step-sister. He didn't know who it was but what he did know was she had to be a Springer. The thought lingered longer than he would've preferred.

"Fine but you better let me drive. There's no way I'm gonna pass up the opportunity to drive a Springer's car." His response came with a chuckle as he reached for Jade's rear, pulling her close to him with an assertive jerk, and kissed her for a few seconds, sliding his tongue into her mouth. In the same second he released her, he tugged on her arm, smiling as they went back the way they came.

mentions: jasmyn

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[r e i]

FAITH MILA GOMEZ

mood: my brother is a idiot + location: hallway outside of auditorium + outfit: xxx + tags: @tamarapasek

Faith nodded at her response. what followed was the empty silence that she expected from doing this. She sighed, looking at her phone for an quick second checking twitter. Once she was done, she put her phone back in her pocket, and decided that it was time for her to show Ashley along. She stood up and looked at the girl who was sitting down next to her. "We should get going? Anywhere you want to see first? To be honest, I have no idea what to start with. " She said tiredly.

She then looked around for her brother who was next to an quite adorable tall red head male. She hope that her brother wasn't flirting with the obviously straight boy. Knowing him, he was. She sends him a quick text before she headed out with Ashley.

To Idiot: Please do not flirt with that boy, he is straight as fuck.

From Idiot: Too late. I think I can make him cave, and plus have you seen that ass?

She groans forgetting that there was an person near her. Faith then looks at Ashley, and nods to her to follow her out of the auditorium. Her brother is a manwhore and she wants to slap him right now. She knows why he was like this, hell she got in trouble for fighting the reason, and kicking her ass. Leading her to get assault charges placed on her because of that, she had to spend a couple days with an anger therapist, and community service because of that. She doesn't mind, because it was worth it. No one but her hurts her brother and gets away with it. Faith looks at Ashley and sighed. She should try being semi decent.

"So...what's your year? Freshman, Sophomore, or? I myself is an Senior."

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[jasmyn]

LOCATION: home >> auditorium


OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

raven Soap

interactions

none

mentions

Valerie Flores

val ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bi ~ auburn springs

Valerie’s mind felt like it was moving in so many different directions that she couldn’t keep up. Was she kidding herself here? She’d been telling herself that she couldn’t be attracted to this girl. That she had to save face for her image, for how her friends saw her but most of them had been pushing her in Raven’s direction. Was she really just denying this out of habit? No, it couldn’t be that. Val wasn’t into this girl from across the bridge, she was just taken back by the newness of her. Overwhelmed by the invasion of Bridgers or something. It was just throwing her off. She tolerated Raven because she was the least annoying of the rest. That's all.

Val came from a long line of Flores’ and they didn’t cross into that territory. That’s how they kept up their appearances. Right? Stepping on the little people not mixing and mingling with them. Of course, little did she know that even daddy dearest didn't practice what he preached. He was so set on keeping up this certain look and judged anyone who stepped out of the lines. Yet he’d been having affairs for years which Val had always been suspicious of but she had no idea how far he’d gone. Sleeping with wives of clients (criminals) who he was defending, venturing into hotels with Ambridge women, and who knows what else. What a hypocrite.

Her eyes roamed the room as she listened to the girl talk about writing and it was clear that it was more than just some hobby. It was weird to Val because she hadn't imagined the Bridger's to be the type to have much ambition or anything and it almost made her wonder if she was judging them all wrong. Of course, she wasn't. It was just one in a million. Maybe a ruse to get in her pants. Whatever. -- "I doubt you need the paper to get noticed," her mouth betrayed her before she could even think about what she was saying. "I mean, you just don't strike me as the type that people can just ignore even if they try," she tried to save herself but it sure as hell wasn't working.

Before she knew it her eyes were locked on Raven who had now taken a few steps in her direction. Shit. Her quick glance at Val's lips didn't go unnoticed and only raised the tension and caused Valerie to push off of the desk she'd been leaning on. "Maybe. Maybe not," she said simply. Adjusting her skirt she made her way to the door and motioned for Raven to follow her. They still had a tour to go on and so she used that as an out. She took Raven by both the Math and Language Arts classes, pointing out the library as well on the way to the cafeteria. "This is where lunch is, obviously. As a senior, I usually leave campus but sometimes I stick around," she shrugged.

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[Chimney Swift]

Oliver

(Trigger warning: Brief mention of past SA.)

Oliver's brief reprieve from strife seemed to shatter the second he glanced down at his phone again. He tapped out a tweet, then another, starting to trail behind Kamryn and Cade as he started to get that glassy look in his eyes again, his face contorting with first anger, then fear, then just sadness as he scrolled up and hit the block button on Ryan's account. He looked up, forced a halfhearted ghost of a smile, and in a hushed and breaking voice he asked to be taken to the bathroom.

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The bathroom stall Oliver had been hiding in for the last few minutes was surprisingly clean and spacious for a school. He used to do this back at Ambridge High when he was too overwhelmed to go to study hall or the noisy cafeteria, but over there he always thought he was going to catch something from how bacteria-ridden and horrible the bathrooms were. By comparison, this place was immaculate. His friends hadn't been exaggerating how incredibly bourgeois this school was.

Still, hiding in any school toilet, no matter how miraculously tidy. was far from comfortable, especially for Oliver. Cramped spaces reminded him of his room, of janitor's closets, mildew, of sobbing and bleeding in the dark, cockroaches scuttling over his bare skin. Hiding in tight spaces conjured up some ugly memories. He could have sworn he kept feeling hands run down his back, and hot breath in his face. He would never admit it, certainly not after everything that's happened since, but Angeline had shaken him badly back there. He would like very much to suck it up and be over it, but the day just kept pulling the carpet out from under him in new and horrifying ways. He silently rocked himself back and forth, chewing the knuckles of his right hand until they turned red and raw. He would get through this, the same way he'd gotten through everything else. Hiding and waiting, with closed eyes and the feeling of being grabbed and kissed still lingering on his neck.

Silas had told him to stand up for himself, but on his big boy pants and all that. The truth was he just didn't want to face his friends right now, let alone the AS mob, and certainly not Angeline. And god forbid Ryan. In his panicked state, he'd been kind of stupid with his phone and ended up worrying everyone to the point where Silas was taking him down to the psychiatrist again. That, in and of itself, was a chilling thought, let alone what he did. Oliver had a bad habit of going off the rails when egged on, and now he was paying the price-- well, literally speaking, Silas was paying the price. Oliver was just handling the emotional toll.

Oliver's first neuropsychological test was one of the only other times he'd been across the bridge. It wasn't that scary in the long run, though. He'd been only 9 years old at the time, and still new to seeing doctors due to his mother's distrust of medicine. The psychiatrist tried her best to make him comfortable through the long and awkward exam, though. After two 3-hour sessions of questionnaires, interviews and weird puzzles, he'd come away with an Autism diagnosis and some very angry broke parents. The psychiatrist had wanted to get him started in therapy, but of course his parents had decided by then to just stop taking Oliver to doctors. Too expensive, and even as a young child Oliver just bled trouble everywhere he went.

Which was exactly why, at the present moment, he was hiding himself from everyone.

"1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21…" He started whispering to himself, adding each set of two numbers together to make the third. The Fibonacci sequence. "...34, 55, 89, 144…" The Fibonacci numbers were sort of soothing in their own right to him, which is why he chose them over counting to ten when Henri suggested that to quell his anxiety. He kept going, adding the numbers together quickly in his head even as they entered the triple digits. He wasn't sure if it was helping, but he liked to think it was. After all, he was just taking a short break to collect himself. He couldn't stay in here the rest of the day.

He kept flipping through his phone as he did this, despite all the problems it had been causing him throughout the day. On and on, he chattered away incessantly to try and keep a foot in reality. This day had been too fucking much. It was what, less than two hours ago that he thought being paired up with a bully was the icing on the cake? Well, the icing kept piling on.

It must be lunchtime by now. He knew Ashley had set aside a lunch for him, but he really wasn't sure he could eat anymore. He didn't think he could even swallow if he wanted to, and besides, what if he saw Ryan? His friend, who helped him with last night's terrors, swore he gave a fuck, and then turned around and said he'd leave Oliver to die if he got himself into drugs. One some level Oliver sort of understood; being a Bridger was practically synonymous with trauma, and he had some limited knowledge of what Ryan had been through. But as for Oliver and his own trauma, the very thought of being abandoned by his friends was a lot to handle. He was left feeling hollow and eviscerated, the air hardly filling his lungs with each shallow breath. It was making it difficult to keep counting, but count on he did, seemingly unaware that he may not be entirely alone in this bathroom.

mood

Wounded

outfit

dark red t-shirt and grey jeans, worn-out sneakers. Yesterday's clothes.

interactions

Cade, Karmyn

tags

erzulie geminiy

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[Zatanna]

HONEY GRANDIS
outfit
tags: fin Winona

Honey frowned softly as Sly changed up his whole tune. So he was trying to trick her. Sly’s next words seemed sincere though. Mason and Ck were like fire and ice. What did he mean she had to tip the scale though? Honey thought about everything she knew about scales. Well they are used to weigh two things…. Bella didn’t have to tip the scales in Twilight? What could he mean… The wheels were really spinning in Honey’s brain but she could come up with nothing. So she asked. “Wait… What do you mean I have to tip the scales? What does their rivalry have to do with me?” Twirling a piece of her blonde hair around her finger. Then Sly said that Mason preferred cigarettes to weed. It wasn’t her preference but she didn’t mind. Honey kind of liked the smell of cigs. Sure they smelled bad but good bad. Like the smell of gas or even weed. Honey made sure to make a mental note of this information. “Hold on… He’s disgusting so we’re made for each other? Ugh! As if!” She said rolling her eyes and playfully shoving Sly. She knew she had to play nice with Mason’s friends if she wanted him to like her. Plus Mason’s friends weren’t that bad! Dani was nice enough. Sly seemed okay too.
The blonde rolled her eyes at the thought of continuing the tour. Lunch was on the horizon and showing Sly classrooms that neither of them cared about seemed like a snooze fest. Feeling the buzz of her phone she eagerly checked her messages with Mason. This was the part in the movie where hearts would be floating around her head. He wanted to get lunch. They even decided to get sushi. You could tell a lot about a man by his sushi order.

“Okay change of plans! Since it’s almost lunch time we’re gonna go find Mason!” Grabbing a hold of Sly again she began to walk. Since she knew Mason liked to smoke, she figured they could find him out back. Even if he said the tour went alright, she didn’t really believe him. If she had to follow her enemy around, she wouldn’t be too excited either. People smoked when they were stressed right?
The sunshine felt great on her skin as they stepped outside. “You know you barely answered any of my questions… Oh well! It’s like fine. If Mason likes me for me it won’t be a problem anyways. I guess I’m just like a little nervous because… Well he’s like totally cute. Plus I’ve never dated across the bridge. Not because I have a problem with it or anything. I mean I haven’t even been across the bridge! My dad is like such a psycho sometimes. Anyways. Mason dated that one girl from AS and liked her and apparently she was like… Kind of a bitch. That’s what Val told me anyways.” Honey loved talking. Especially about cute boys. As they walked to the back of the school, she abruptly stopped. Pulling a small compact mirror out of her purse she checked herself out. Teasing her hair a little bit and reapplying her lip gloss she was ready to go.
Walking around the corner, there he was. The brooding bad boy smoking a cigarette. It was like a scene from those typical 80’s movies. Making sure Sly was still with her she approached him. “Well look at you. How did I know I could find the leather clad bad boy smoking a cigarette behind the school?” She teased, wrapping her arms around Mason’s neck so she could hug him. “Me and Sly had a good time on our tour. You seem to have made it out alright. Should I be worried about finding CK beaten up somewhere?” Honey liked to think she was pretty funny. Little did she know the boys had actually gotten in a small fight. Taking a small peek at her phone she noticed what time it was. “Uh oh! We should probably motor if we want to make our reservation at Koi. The hostess totally goes postal if you’re even a little late!” Koi was a high end sushi restaurant that Honey frequently visited. Taking Mason’s hand and looking up at him to make sure he was alright with that. He didn’t give her any sign that he was uncomfortable so she kept their fingers intertwined as they walked. “Bye Sly! Have fun with Dani!” she hollered back at Sly, turning around to wave at him. Turning back so that she could look at Mason. She didn’t want to stare. There would be plenty of time for that at lunch. “I’m happy we’re getting lunch together!” she said, giving him a small little smile. She felt a little nervous too if she was being honest. She was used to dealing with Spring boys. They were easy. Mason was different from them though. He wasn’t going to talk about how his father was the worst and wouldn’t buy him that car he wanted. Or about golf at the country club.
After a few more minutes of walking they arrived at their chariot. A bubblegum pink Volkswagen bug. Getting in the drivers seat and tossing her purse in the back seat behind her, she put the top down. Boys liked convertibles don’t they? Handing the aux cord to Mason, she buckled up. “Can you play music? I wanna hear what kind of music you like! Now! Koi here we come!!” ​

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[hery]

Theodore Virtanen

Ambridge

Theo glared at Silas as he laughed at his pain, although he couldn't be too mad considering it was entirely in his nature to be an ass. After the burning stopped and the nasty taste left his mouth, he spit on the ground for good measure. His scowl switched to a perplexed stare at the sound of DC's words, leaving no trace of the exasperation he felt for Silas' attitude. He looked over to Silas to make sure he had heard the tour guide's words right. "What? Who is fighting?"

He didn't flinch when Silas removed his shirt, having come to expect the curly-haired boy to move at his own pace, which was, more often than not, rather quick. Well, not quick in all respects. That was a piece of trivia that constantly reminded Theo why he put up with his cracked-out foolery. Silas was a very expressive person, and it leaked through into his passionate kisses. Theo had a much more stoic disposition, his face an unreliable source for indicating his interest. He released his muscles as he fell into Silas, reacting quickly as if it was routine. And it was fairly routine-- being Silas' dick appointment was a full-time job.

His brows did furrow a bit when Silas paused their makeout session. That was new. The realization that DC was still there dawned on him as he turned to watch the boy leave. Silas was a very... distracting boy, for better or for worse. Theo often put off weighing the pros and cons for their relationship, knowing well he was the only person that could reliably pull him from his studies and responsibilities.

Finally, back to the fun stuff. It felt like ice water was being poured into his veins as Silas' voice dropped to a low whisper. His indifferent expression broke, a smile of satisfaction creeping across his face. He gave, his tired eyes drifting to meet Silas' familiarly cocky pair of eyes, this time tinged with a different shade of cocky. One that wasn't so stubbornly and unwaveringly confident. Instead, he appeared confident in a... loving way? In a playful, jovial sense. And, however unaware he was of the fact, Theo truly was grateful to have Silas' attention. He would have been just fine if Donna had stayed to watch or participate, but he couldn't help but relish their unparalleled sense of intimacy. "All to myself? It is my lucky day," he teased, slightly exaggerating his accent with feigned ignorance of the effect it had on the taller boy.

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Theo let out an exhausted sigh, resting tiredly against Silas. He smelled substantially sweatier than usual, causing him to crinkle his nose and move his head as he came to his senses. The pair sat in silence for a few moments, merely inspecting the other. Silas' eyes were trained on his face, but Theo's eyes drifted across the other boy's body. For such a skinny guy, he really was rather fit. He had assumed all drug addicts were wiry and sickly, but Silas seemed to be the exception. Or maybe Theo's infatuation served as somewhat of a rosy lens. His hypothesis leaned toward the latter, although it would be unlikely that he could so consistently hallucinate definition. He softly poked the boy's torso, just in case. Yep. Abs.

He took Silas' hand and stood up, somewhat taken aback. The idea that Silas was more of a gentleman than he had previously made himself out to be became more enticing, a pleasant thought for Theo. He wasn't ready to admit it yet, but he really didn't think Silas was as crass and unintelligent as he made himself out to be. Or, there was another thought to be had: Theo didn't care as much about it as he let on. He only hoped Silas could understand, emotional immaturity and all.

He listened to Silas' words as he put his shirt on, immediately causing him to roll his eyes. "With all of the extra teaching sessions you insist upon, how could I not?" He smiled warmly, his adoration pouring out now that the deed was done. He followed Silas' eyes to his neck, leading him to place a hand on it. He fought his natural instinct to wince from the miniscule, dull pain of his bruises and attempted to reassure Silas with a dismissive wave and a quiet chuckle.

"Will they let us in? We both smell awful," he queried quizzically, knowing that sort of judgement wouldn't stop Silas from crashing a Springs restaurant. No, there were other forms of judgement that Silas minded. Theo wasn't one for PDAs anyway, but a part of him just knew how much happier Silas would be if they could be all over each other in public. No one did "crude and romantic" like the ever-charming Silas.

Theo followed him to the car, not taking much care to catch up with him. He arrived at the vehicle a few moments later due to his leisurely pace. He had no idea of the time or whether it was even their allotted lunch time yet, but he was ravenous. Without knowing it, Silas' disregard for the rules had already begun to show itself in an unsuspecting Theo. He sat himself down in the car, setting his backpack by his feet. It made a dull thud due to the weight of his books, most of which weren't even required reading. You can take the nerd out of the school, but you can't take the school out of the nerd.

"Pasta. Italian is romantic and upscale, yes? I once had the loveliest risotto on my trip to Italy; I could only hope that somewhere here could provide something similar. I am not sure how American Italian places are, that is, but in Auburn Springs I would expect a very high quality product. Of course I am sure it is nothing like Italy, but that would be an unfair comparison..." His ramblings about Italian food continued for impressively long. surprising even Theo who had expected to be interrupted by Silas after just one sentence. He looked over to a driving Silas. He was refreshingly chipper. He stopped enthusing about his Italy tripped and sheepishly added, "I am glad it was just the two of us." He fiddled with the key necklace Silas gave him, twisting the chain around his fingers absentmindedly.

car

good

clothes

ditto (DC) Zatanna (Silas)

coded by natasha.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx

basics

sly fin
ryan geminiy
oliver Chimney Swift
natalie Winona
katee ditto

mentions

kind everyone?
sorta no one?

interactions

Danielle Monroe

dani ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bisexual ~ ambridge

When Natalie confirmed that they did have the class she'd asked about, Dani wondered what she had to do to get one of her electives swapped for it. She would much rather be in a class all about photography than playing dodgeball in some stupid gym or something. Her eyes rolled when Katee mentioned track and field, what was he seven or something? "A field day trophy? From what, third grade? Not exactly a huge flex, man," she teased, a laugh escaping her lips. It was clear that the boy had his sights set on the blonde but if that was his idea of flirting then he needed a lot of work. Not that she saw him having a chance in hell with any of these girls but who knows.

Dani followed her tour guide, wasting no time walking into the darkroom when they stopped. It was bigger than she'd expected and there were still a few pictures hanging to dry which caught her attention. It was clear that AS had some pretty good photographers in the class and she wondered if she could even measure up. She didn't have time to think about it too much before the sound of her phone startled her. Reluctantly pulling the device out and dimming the light all the way so she wouldn't mess anything up, she read through the Ambridge chat. While she could've ignored the conversation at hand fairly easily, something caught her attention and she found herself falling right back down the rabbit hole.

She knew how easy it was to get hooked on drugs from watching others go through it but it was much deeper than just that. When her father was killed, just about a year ago, she went into a dark place. It felt as though the constant panic attacks would never end and the heartbreak was so heavy that she even pushed some of her closest friends away at times. The only person she seemed not to push away from was Sly, mostly because he just wouldn't let her. The pair had already formed a close bond over their years of knowing one another but during the months following her father's death that grew into what they have now. He turned into more than just a friend and she's grateful he stuck around for multiple reasons.

Sly was the only one who Dani let in all the way during that time and he quickly noticed the changes in her that went beyond just normal mourning. She'd stopped taking the Xanax for the reasons she had at first. It came to a point where all she wanted was to be numb from the pain, to escape reality, and just feel normal or even happy again. The girl had become too dependant on it and when Sly noticed what was going on he snapped her out of it. Without him, who knows how deep she would have gotten or what else she'd have done. Dani hadn't even gone halfway down that road and it scared the hell out of her. She didn't want that for Oliver but she also knew she couldn't force him to listen to her either.

Ryan's comments in response to Oliver, combined with her already heightened emotions, triggered her to ask if his harsh words also applied to her. Even though she knew exactly why he stood where he did on the matter she couldn't help her mind racing to know if he would leave her under the circumstances. Dani knew better, she knew the question was fucking stupid and she had no reason to be so upset but it was too late. The conversation had spiraled out of control and soon Sly had joined in. Maybe at first, he had chimed in to defend her, but before she knew it he was calling Ryan a traitor which no doubt aided in Ryan's choice to leave the chat.

Dani didn't even bother to say a word to the group she'd been with as she pushed past them and found the nearest exit that led outside. Without a second thought, the pink-haired girl made her way to the parking lot. If anything she could sit by Sly's car until this damn day ended, right? The conversation had spilled over into DMs as she leaned on the trunk so she typed out a few more messages before shoving the phone back into her pocket. Ryan was someone she considered a brother so she couldn't help but be relieved when they managed to talk it out in private without all the extra voices chiming in and making shit worse. Still, it bothered her that Ryan had mentioned Sly threatening to fight him or being jealous. It made no sense to her but maybe it was just the heat of the moment. Maybe she was still overthinking this shit.

code by valen t.

 

[erzulie]

Serenity

LOCATION: Hall
OUTFIT: here
INTERACTIONS: henri
MENTIONS: ryan, silas, theodore
TAGS: Nixiee Zatanna hery

Trying to get Mason and his guide to give them information had been pointless. The two had refused to crack and admit that they had been fighting in the locker room. Though she knew what was up, they didn’t need to say anything. Both Henri and herself were well aware of what had gone down. So, the two of them had continued on with their tour which actually consisted of them just walking around aimlessly, peeking into rooms and such. During their little journey Ren had decided that Auburn High was extra as hell. Like what was the point of having a waterfall within the walls. It was ridiculous honestly.

Throughout their walk Ren’s phone kept buzzing within her pocket. For some reason Twitter was going crazy. She smirked in amusement as she wondered what had happened now. The Auburners were probably talking shit once again. But when Ren opened the app she realized just how wrong she had been. The smirk was immediately wiped from her face as she read through the messages. Her amusement quickly turned to annoyance and then burst into anger. She couldn’t help but to comment and ask what the fuck had happened, and it continued to spiral from there.

“Those two...I’ll rip their head from their shoulders if they keep it up.” She scowled. Silas and his little puppy had only added to her ire. Theodore really needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut. Ren turned her attention to Henri “can you believe this shit? I leave for a second and everything explodes while I’m away. But anyway, we should find Ryan.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket. Despite it being lunchtime Ren wasn’t really feeling hungry. Despite his apology Ren couldn’t help but think back to what Ryan had said. She ran a hand over her face and shook her head. “This is such a damn mess bruh.”

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code by low fidelity.