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"all i do is finesse, man."
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Nixiee
Mayhem in the Making
HENRIETTA THOMAS
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Henri was currently standing in the buffet line at the Auburn Springs cafeteria. She was intently staring at the food on offer behind the lit glass: schnitzel, curries, fries, rice, spring rolls, and assortment of salads – which Henri knew she would never fucking touch if she could help it – and some pastry snacks further down the line. Fuck, this place has it all. Silently wondering if she would get judged for going back for seconds, it took her a moment to realise that her phone was vibrating in her coat pocket. Ah crap, its Liz. Maybe something happened?
Sighing at the fact that she would have to leave her spot in line, Henri answered the call as she hurried out of the cafeteria, bumping someone’s shoulder as she rushed through the doors. “Sorry – Sorry!” She called out behind her before turning her attention to Liz’s voice, leaving the loud noise of the cafeteria behind her as she found a quiet hallway to talk.
“Henri! How has your first day been going?” Henri rolled her eyes at her sister. I left the buffet line for gossip? However she couldn’t be mad. Her sister was probably going crazy from boredom, Henri figured. Being cooped up at home because of a fever couldn’t be fun.
“Liz! Today has been... Interesting to say the least. I guess. They paired us up with a Springer to show us around. That went so well.” Liz must’ve picked up on her sarcasm. “Oh, I feel so sorry for the poor soul that ended up with you as a partner.”
“Fuck you, Liz. I can be nice when I want to be! Besides, I only saw her for a minute before she was whisked away by some guy. Last I saw she was eating his face. Ew.” Henry gagged a little at the memory, What a great first impression that was.
“Oooh, are you jealous?” Liz started to taunt her, and Henri couldn’t resist taking the bait. “No! I’m not – I just think it was inappropriate.”
“Uh huh. I’m sure you know how that feels, you know – The whole kissing thing.” Henri could hear laughing at the end of the line and she could start to feel herself become flustered. She raised her voice slightly, almost as if she was scolding a younger child, and next few words were a bit more defensive. How dare she. The nerve of the little shit.
“Hey! Just because I’ve never been kissed doesn’t mean I don’t know how to or... Well – Nevermind that! It was still inappropriate. She was meant to be showing me around!” Henri desperately wanted to change the subject. She hated the fact that Liz held this particular fact over her head. “Anyways. How are you feeling? Do you want me to pick up some more Cold and Flu tablets on my way home today?”
Liz – thankfully – let Henri off the hook. “Yeah, we’re all out back here. I still don’t feel any better though.” Henri frowned at that, but would stop by the pharmacy anyways. “Maybe we need to get you in to see a doctor soon.” Henri’s stomach growled again, reminding her that she needed food – stat. “Anyways, I got to grab some food. I’ll tell you more about this place at home – And I promise I’ll grab those tablets for you.” Ending the call with a sigh, Henri put her face in her hands. I swear that girl is exahusting on purpose.
INTERACTIONS: N/ASighing at the fact that she would have to leave her spot in line, Henri answered the call as she hurried out of the cafeteria, bumping someone’s shoulder as she rushed through the doors. “Sorry – Sorry!” She called out behind her before turning her attention to Liz’s voice, leaving the loud noise of the cafeteria behind her as she found a quiet hallway to talk.
“Henri! How has your first day been going?” Henri rolled her eyes at her sister. I left the buffet line for gossip? However she couldn’t be mad. Her sister was probably going crazy from boredom, Henri figured. Being cooped up at home because of a fever couldn’t be fun.
“Liz! Today has been... Interesting to say the least. I guess. They paired us up with a Springer to show us around. That went so well.” Liz must’ve picked up on her sarcasm. “Oh, I feel so sorry for the poor soul that ended up with you as a partner.”
“Fuck you, Liz. I can be nice when I want to be! Besides, I only saw her for a minute before she was whisked away by some guy. Last I saw she was eating his face. Ew.” Henry gagged a little at the memory, What a great first impression that was.
“Oooh, are you jealous?” Liz started to taunt her, and Henri couldn’t resist taking the bait. “No! I’m not – I just think it was inappropriate.”
“Uh huh. I’m sure you know how that feels, you know – The whole kissing thing.” Henri could hear laughing at the end of the line and she could start to feel herself become flustered. She raised her voice slightly, almost as if she was scolding a younger child, and next few words were a bit more defensive. How dare she. The nerve of the little shit.
“Hey! Just because I’ve never been kissed doesn’t mean I don’t know how to or... Well – Nevermind that! It was still inappropriate. She was meant to be showing me around!” Henri desperately wanted to change the subject. She hated the fact that Liz held this particular fact over her head. “Anyways. How are you feeling? Do you want me to pick up some more Cold and Flu tablets on my way home today?”
Liz – thankfully – let Henri off the hook. “Yeah, we’re all out back here. I still don’t feel any better though.” Henri frowned at that, but would stop by the pharmacy anyways. “Maybe we need to get you in to see a doctor soon.” Henri’s stomach growled again, reminding her that she needed food – stat. “Anyways, I got to grab some food. I’ll tell you more about this place at home – And I promise I’ll grab those tablets for you.” Ending the call with a sigh, Henri put her face in her hands. I swear that girl is exahusting on purpose.
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Lunch was Katee’s favorite subject, hands down. If they had a valedictorian for lunch specifically, he’d be it. Ooh, or lunch Oscars. He could go up there and give a little spiel about everyone who’d got him here and finish it off with a “big ups to my lower intestines— you put in the real work”, plus he’d have something to set beside his mattress to wake up to a greeting from.
All of that went to say that Katee Nausbaum was, in fact, the king of lunch— well, of eating in general, but especially of lunch period. He was a food compactor, but human. It kinda went without saying that he would eat just about anything.
But this anything, at this bougie school, was amazing— like, heavenly.
Like, he’d had most of it eaten before he could even get through the line.
Welp, and then someone bumped his shoulder that made him drop the rest of what was on his plate.
He let out a soft gasp. “My corn!” He stared at it, and he bent down and grabbed up his tray, sadly looking at the lunch lady.
He tucked his tray beneath his arm, walking out of the cafeteria with it in his armpit. Well, he was just following his first instinct, which was to go find the janitor to go clean the mess up, so his mind wasn’t really on what he was doing or how weird it was that he had turned his whole tray over and tucked it beneath his arm like a book, but no one was really around to comment on the oddness of it—
Oh, wait! There was someone.
Katee stopped in his tracks as his ears caught someone chatting on the phone. He recognized that voice, and he looked around to see where this person was.
Oh, there she was— Henri! Talking on her phone with someone. It had to’ve been her who’d bumped into him, too.
He studied her face, not focusing on the words that she was saying. She looked…mildly distressed.
He caught the words never and kissed, and he cocked his head at her, brows furrowing as he quite obviously eavesdropped.
When Henri hung up, he spoke to her, like she’d known he was always there. “Who were you talking about kissing?” he asked loudly. “Your boyfriend?” He paused. "Ohhhh, or was it never kissing?"
He scrunched his eyebrows together, putting a finger on his chin.
Suddenly, he pieced together what she had said. "Ohhh, wait! Henri, you've never been kissed?"
Lunch was Katee’s favorite subject, hands down. If they had a valedictorian for lunch specifically, he’d be it. Ooh, or lunch Oscars. He could go up there and give a little spiel about everyone who’d got him here and finish it off with a “big ups to my lower intestines— you put in the real work”, plus he’d have something to set beside his mattress to wake up to a greeting from.
All of that went to say that Katee Nausbaum was, in fact, the king of lunch— well, of eating in general, but especially of lunch period. He was a food compactor, but human. It kinda went without saying that he would eat just about anything.
But this anything, at this bougie school, was amazing— like, heavenly.
Like, he’d had most of it eaten before he could even get through the line.
Welp, and then someone bumped his shoulder that made him drop the rest of what was on his plate.
He let out a soft gasp. “My corn!” He stared at it, and he bent down and grabbed up his tray, sadly looking at the lunch lady.
He tucked his tray beneath his arm, walking out of the cafeteria with it in his armpit. Well, he was just following his first instinct, which was to go find the janitor to go clean the mess up, so his mind wasn’t really on what he was doing or how weird it was that he had turned his whole tray over and tucked it beneath his arm like a book, but no one was really around to comment on the oddness of it—
Oh, wait! There was someone.
Katee stopped in his tracks as his ears caught someone chatting on the phone. He recognized that voice, and he looked around to see where this person was.
Oh, there she was— Henri! Talking on her phone with someone. It had to’ve been her who’d bumped into him, too.
He studied her face, not focusing on the words that she was saying. She looked…mildly distressed.
He caught the words never and kissed, and he cocked his head at her, brows furrowing as he quite obviously eavesdropped.
When Henri hung up, he spoke to her, like she’d known he was always there. “Who were you talking about kissing?” he asked loudly. “Your boyfriend?” He paused. "Ohhhh, or was it never kissing?"
He scrunched his eyebrows together, putting a finger on his chin.
Suddenly, he pieced together what she had said. "Ohhh, wait! Henri, you've never been kissed?"
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KATEE NAUSBAUM
♬ "what the hell am i doing here?" ♬
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
Lunch was Katee’s favorite subject, hands down. If they had a valedictorian for lunch specifically, he’d be it. Ooh, or lunch Oscars. He could go up there and give a little spiel about everyone who’d got him here and finish it off with a “big ups to my lower intestines— you put in the real work”, plus he’d have something to set beside his mattress to wake up to a greeting from.
All of that went to say that Katee Nausbaum was, in fact, the king of lunch— well, of eating in general, but especially of lunch period. He was a food compactor, but human. It kinda went without saying that he would eat just about anything.
But this anything, at this bougie school, was amazing— like, heavenly.
Like, he’d had most of it eaten before he could even get through the line.
Welp, and then someone bumped his shoulder that made him drop the rest of what was on his plate.
He let out a soft gasp. “My corn!” He stared at it, and he bent down and grabbed up his tray, sadly looking at the lunch lady.
He tucked his tray beneath his arm, walking out of the cafeteria with it in his armpit. Well, he was just following his first instinct, which was to go find the janitor to go clean the mess up, so his mind wasn’t really on what he was doing or how weird it was that he had turned his whole tray over and tucked it beneath his arm like a book, but no one was really around to comment on the oddness of it—
Oh, wait! There was someone.
Katee stopped in his tracks as his ears caught someone chatting on the phone. He recognized that voice, and he looked around to see where this person was.
Oh, there she was— Henri! Talking on her phone with someone. It had to’ve been her who’d bumped into him, too.
He studied her face, not focusing on the words that she was saying. She looked…mildly distressed.
He caught the words never and kissed, and he cocked his head at her, brows furrowing as he quite obviously eavesdropped.
When Henri hung up, he spoke to her, like she’d known he was always there. “Who were you talking about kissing?” he asked loudly. “Your boyfriend?” He paused. "Ohhhh, or was it never kissing?"
He scrunched his eyebrows together, putting a finger on his chin.
Suddenly, he pieced together what she had said. "Ohhh, wait! Henri, you've never been kissed?"
All of that went to say that Katee Nausbaum was, in fact, the king of lunch— well, of eating in general, but especially of lunch period. He was a food compactor, but human. It kinda went without saying that he would eat just about anything.
But this anything, at this bougie school, was amazing— like, heavenly.
Like, he’d had most of it eaten before he could even get through the line.
Welp, and then someone bumped his shoulder that made him drop the rest of what was on his plate.
He let out a soft gasp. “My corn!” He stared at it, and he bent down and grabbed up his tray, sadly looking at the lunch lady.
He tucked his tray beneath his arm, walking out of the cafeteria with it in his armpit. Well, he was just following his first instinct, which was to go find the janitor to go clean the mess up, so his mind wasn’t really on what he was doing or how weird it was that he had turned his whole tray over and tucked it beneath his arm like a book, but no one was really around to comment on the oddness of it—
Oh, wait! There was someone.
Katee stopped in his tracks as his ears caught someone chatting on the phone. He recognized that voice, and he looked around to see where this person was.
Oh, there she was— Henri! Talking on her phone with someone. It had to’ve been her who’d bumped into him, too.
He studied her face, not focusing on the words that she was saying. She looked…mildly distressed.
He caught the words never and kissed, and he cocked his head at her, brows furrowing as he quite obviously eavesdropped.
When Henri hung up, he spoke to her, like she’d known he was always there. “Who were you talking about kissing?” he asked loudly. “Your boyfriend?” He paused. "Ohhhh, or was it never kissing?"
He scrunched his eyebrows together, putting a finger on his chin.
Suddenly, he pieced together what she had said. "Ohhh, wait! Henri, you've never been kissed?"
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Mayhem in the Making
HENRIETTA THOMAS
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Maybe mum can get Liz in to see a doctor soon... But I’ll definitely have to take that extra shift on Friday. Just in case. Henri was deep in thought and nearly jumped at the voice behind her. “Ohhh, wait! Henri, you’ve never been kissed?”
Henri spun around quickly with a squeak and came face to face with the “infamous” Katee. Henri hadn’t run into him often at Ambridge, but moreso had heard of him through the grapevine at Ambridge. Apparently he was known for snitching, but Henri knew him more from his use of excessive punctuation on Twitter. Henri felt her face heating up in a ruby red blush. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck– Fuck! How long had he been standing there for? Fuck. He knows. He’ll tell! Her mind raced for how she was to play this: Deny it? Threaten him? Flee?
Unfortunately for Henri, her mind decided that all three at once was the best way out of this. “Oh! Katee! I didn’t – No no, I’ve been kissed – Uh, totally – Yup, the thing with the lips and other lips too... Thingy!” Henri was rambling, flustered as she took some steps backwards in an attempt to get back to the cafeteria and away from this whole situation. She hated this conversation, but she hated the topic of the conversation even more. Henri kept telling herself that it was no big deal, that she didn’t care about any of that kissing stuff, but deep down she knew that was a lie.
“So Katee – You didn’t hear that, I mean – anything. And don’t you dare tell anyone about this, ok? Or else I’ll... I’ll...” Henri’s eyes narrowed in what she hoped was an icy glare. But she supposed it was hard to be intimidating at her 5’4 height, especially compared to Katee's close-to-6-foot height. Deciding to cut her losses and run, she fled towards the cafeteria with another glare, leaving Katee behind. Fuck.
INTERACTIONS: KateeHenri spun around quickly with a squeak and came face to face with the “infamous” Katee. Henri hadn’t run into him often at Ambridge, but moreso had heard of him through the grapevine at Ambridge. Apparently he was known for snitching, but Henri knew him more from his use of excessive punctuation on Twitter. Henri felt her face heating up in a ruby red blush. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck– Fuck! How long had he been standing there for? Fuck. He knows. He’ll tell! Her mind raced for how she was to play this: Deny it? Threaten him? Flee?
Unfortunately for Henri, her mind decided that all three at once was the best way out of this. “Oh! Katee! I didn’t – No no, I’ve been kissed – Uh, totally – Yup, the thing with the lips and other lips too... Thingy!” Henri was rambling, flustered as she took some steps backwards in an attempt to get back to the cafeteria and away from this whole situation. She hated this conversation, but she hated the topic of the conversation even more. Henri kept telling herself that it was no big deal, that she didn’t care about any of that kissing stuff, but deep down she knew that was a lie.
“So Katee – You didn’t hear that, I mean – anything. And don’t you dare tell anyone about this, ok? Or else I’ll... I’ll...” Henri’s eyes narrowed in what she hoped was an icy glare. But she supposed it was hard to be intimidating at her 5’4 height, especially compared to Katee's close-to-6-foot height. Deciding to cut her losses and run, she fled towards the cafeteria with another glare, leaving Katee behind. Fuck.
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i am confusion
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The Welcome Party
Chimney Swift
i am confusion
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What was the point in even going to this damn party anymore? Chelsea had held out to this party all week, and now, thanks to Mercedes, he couldn't even get shit-faced. What else was there to do at parties? Fight? He'd already done that this week, and he was already mad enough from that that he was sure that he'd nearly kill whoever he fought. So bad idea. Hook up with girls? He could do that any time he wanted to, but he couldn't do that in Val's mansion-- and he couldn't drive her home and leave Mer alone.
Besides those two things and some drugs that CK's burnout brother would probably have his twiggy fingers all over, there literally was nothing else to do.
Sigh. Great. Just great.
This was what he got for giving Mercedes that "one favor offer" if she cleaned up her side of the counter. She should have cleaned up anyway! Why'd he offered her that? Now he was stuck being her designated driver.
At least now he wasn't indebted to her. But now he had to deal with her--
Sober.
He'd sat around all weekend contemplating how in the world he could weasel his way out of this situation without technically breaking his promise. He could, say, get drunk anyway. But no, he didn't want to risk getting in a car accident, because then that'd land him in a lawsuit or something, and that wasn't what he wanted. He could...he didn't know, drive her there, leave her there, and return? But he, the king of Auburn Springs, couldn't just miss a party like this. Not when he had new people to show whose boss he was.
(Oh yeah, how the fuck was he gonna do that now? What happened when he was challenged to a drinking game? What, was he just supposed to smile and say in a valley girl accent "like, sorry, but, like, I've, like, gotta, like, drive my sister home, lol, 'cuz I'm, like, her designated driver" or something? That would be pathetic.)
Regardless of how much he thought and fought, he still couldn't come up with a way to get out of this without sacrificing his honesty or his sanity.
So now, here he was, pulling on his well-worn letterman jacket, staring into his reflection's eyes in his bathroom mirror. The number 01 on his left sleeve told him that, regardless of what happened tonight-- and regardless of how humiliating it was that he had to drive his sister to this damn party (with the Ambridge riff-raff)-- he still came out on top. He was still number one, he was still the most popular, he was still the most liked, he was still the most adored, he was still the strongest, he was still the most powerful, he was still Auburn Springs' king. That was all that mattered. A night where he did something a little bit out of character wouldn't change that.
Chelsea Kader motherfucking Freud wasn't going to be brought down by something as petty as having to be his little sister's DD.
"Come on, Mercedes," he called from his bathroom. He sighed and flicked off the light as he walked to and stood in the doorway, grabbing the keys from the hook beside the door. "Grab your shit and let's go."
What was the point in even going to this damn party anymore? Chelsea had held out to this party all week, and now, thanks to Mercedes, he couldn't even get shit-faced. What else was there to do at parties? Fight? He'd already done that this week, and he was already mad enough from that that he was sure that he'd nearly kill whoever he fought. So bad idea. Hook up with girls? He could do that any time he wanted to, but he couldn't do that in Val's mansion-- and he couldn't drive her home and leave Mer alone.
Besides those two things and some drugs that CK's burnout brother would probably have his twiggy fingers all over, there literally was nothing else to do.
Sigh. Great. Just great.
This was what he got for giving Mercedes that "one favor offer" if she cleaned up her side of the counter. She should have cleaned up anyway! Why'd he offered her that? Now he was stuck being her designated driver.
At least now he wasn't indebted to her. But now he had to deal with her--
Sober.
He'd sat around all weekend contemplating how in the world he could weasel his way out of this situation without technically breaking his promise. He could, say, get drunk anyway. But no, he didn't want to risk getting in a car accident, because then that'd land him in a lawsuit or something, and that wasn't what he wanted. He could...he didn't know, drive her there, leave her there, and return? But he, the king of Auburn Springs, couldn't just miss a party like this. Not when he had new people to show whose boss he was.
(Oh yeah, how the fuck was he gonna do that now? What happened when he was challenged to a drinking game? What, was he just supposed to smile and say in a valley girl accent "like, sorry, but, like, I've, like, gotta, like, drive my sister home, lol, 'cuz I'm, like, her designated driver" or something? That would be pathetic.)
Regardless of how much he thought and fought, he still couldn't come up with a way to get out of this without sacrificing his honesty or his sanity.
So now, here he was, pulling on his well-worn letterman jacket, staring into his reflection's eyes in his bathroom mirror. The number 01 on his left sleeve told him that, regardless of what happened tonight-- and regardless of how humiliating it was that he had to drive his sister to this damn party (with the Ambridge riff-raff)-- he still came out on top. He was still number one, he was still the most popular, he was still the most liked, he was still the most adored, he was still the strongest, he was still the most powerful, he was still Auburn Springs' king. That was all that mattered. A night where he did something a little bit out of character wouldn't change that.
Chelsea Kader motherfucking Freud wasn't going to be brought down by something as petty as having to be his little sister's DD.
"Come on, Mercedes," he called from his bathroom. He sighed and flicked off the light as he walked to and stood in the doorway, grabbing the keys from the hook beside the door. "Grab your shit and let's go."
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CHELSEA FREUD
♬ "go away, leave me alone" ♬
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What was the point in even going to this damn party anymore? Chelsea had held out to this party all week, and now, thanks to Mercedes, he couldn't even get shit-faced. What else was there to do at parties? Fight? He'd already done that this week, and he was already mad enough from that that he was sure that he'd nearly kill whoever he fought. So bad idea. Hook up with girls? He could do that any time he wanted to, but he couldn't do that in Val's mansion-- and he couldn't drive her home and leave Mer alone.
Besides those two things and some drugs that CK's burnout brother would probably have his twiggy fingers all over, there literally was nothing else to do.
Sigh. Great. Just great.
This was what he got for giving Mercedes that "one favor offer" if she cleaned up her side of the counter. She should have cleaned up anyway! Why'd he offered her that? Now he was stuck being her designated driver.
At least now he wasn't indebted to her. But now he had to deal with her.
Sober.
He'd sat around all weekend contemplating how in the world he could weasel his way out of this situation without technically breaking his promise. He could, say, get drunk anyway. But no, he didn't want to risk getting in a car accident, because then that'd land him in a lawsuit or something, and that wasn't what he wanted. He could...he didn't know, drive her there, leave her there, and return? But he, the king of Auburn Springs, couldn't just miss a party like this. Not when he had new people to show whose boss he was.
(Oh yeah, how the fuck was he gonna do that now? What happened when he was challenged to a drinking game? What, was he just supposed to smile and say in a valley girl accent "like, sorry, but, like, I've, like, gotta, like, drive my sister home, lol, 'cuz I'm, like, her designated driver" or something? That would be pathetic.)
Regardless of how much he thought and fought, he still couldn't come up with a way to get out of this without sacrificing his honesty or his sanity.
So now, here he was, pulling on his well-worn letterman jacket, staring into his reflection's eyes in his bathroom mirror. The number 01 on his left sleeve told him that, regardless of what happened tonight-- and regardless of how humiliating it was that he had to drive his sister to this damn party (with the Ambridge riff-raff)-- he still came out on top. He was still number one, he was still the most popular, he was still the most liked, he was still the most adored, he was still the strongest, he was still the most powerful, he was still Auburn Springs' king. That was all that mattered. A night where he did something a little bit out of character wouldn't change that.
Chelsea Kader motherfucking Freud wasn't going to be brought down by something as petty as having to be his little sister's DD.
"Come on, Mercedes," he called from his bathroom. He sighed and flicked off the light as he walked to and stood in the doorway, grabbing the keys from the hook beside the door. "Grab your shit and let's go."
Besides those two things and some drugs that CK's burnout brother would probably have his twiggy fingers all over, there literally was nothing else to do.
Sigh. Great. Just great.
This was what he got for giving Mercedes that "one favor offer" if she cleaned up her side of the counter. She should have cleaned up anyway! Why'd he offered her that? Now he was stuck being her designated driver.
At least now he wasn't indebted to her. But now he had to deal with her.
Sober.
He'd sat around all weekend contemplating how in the world he could weasel his way out of this situation without technically breaking his promise. He could, say, get drunk anyway. But no, he didn't want to risk getting in a car accident, because then that'd land him in a lawsuit or something, and that wasn't what he wanted. He could...he didn't know, drive her there, leave her there, and return? But he, the king of Auburn Springs, couldn't just miss a party like this. Not when he had new people to show whose boss he was.
(Oh yeah, how the fuck was he gonna do that now? What happened when he was challenged to a drinking game? What, was he just supposed to smile and say in a valley girl accent "like, sorry, but, like, I've, like, gotta, like, drive my sister home, lol, 'cuz I'm, like, her designated driver" or something? That would be pathetic.)
Regardless of how much he thought and fought, he still couldn't come up with a way to get out of this without sacrificing his honesty or his sanity.
So now, here he was, pulling on his well-worn letterman jacket, staring into his reflection's eyes in his bathroom mirror. The number 01 on his left sleeve told him that, regardless of what happened tonight-- and regardless of how humiliating it was that he had to drive his sister to this damn party (with the Ambridge riff-raff)-- he still came out on top. He was still number one, he was still the most popular, he was still the most liked, he was still the most adored, he was still the strongest, he was still the most powerful, he was still Auburn Springs' king. That was all that mattered. A night where he did something a little bit out of character wouldn't change that.
Chelsea Kader motherfucking Freud wasn't going to be brought down by something as petty as having to be his little sister's DD.
"Come on, Mercedes," he called from his bathroom. He sighed and flicked off the light as he walked to and stood in the doorway, grabbing the keys from the hook beside the door. "Grab your shit and let's go."
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Angeline Jumper looked hot af for the party today, according to the boys who had slid up on her story. Of course, she didn't need them to tell her that, but it had helped to give her step a bit more pep and her smile a bit more pride. She owned the night-- wait, no, that wasn't the right way to say it. Val owned the night, but she was...the maître d' of it, and Honey was...probably the chef de cuisine or something.
She tossed her strawberry-blonde hair behind her shoulder and smiled at her reflection in her full-length mirror. Her tight, sleeveless, low-cut black dress did not fall very far down her thighs-- it didn't even reach her fingertips. The necklace that she wore-- silver-plated, of course-- rested comfortably just beneath her collarbone. She spun around, making sure that everything was just in place where it should have been, and she let out a soft laugh.
Her dogs yapped at her feet, and she smiled at them. "Bettyyy! Mickie!!" She bent down to pick the greying chihuahua up, while the golden lab pup lapped at her ankle. "Mickie, how are you doing, baby?" she asked the tiny dog in a baby-ish voice. "Are you aww woken up fwom youw nap yet?" She pecked her forehead and sat her down, then pet the other dog along the back. "I've got to leave, you two."
She looked around her room, and she spotted her phone on her bed. She grabbed it, smiling at the abundance of notifications on her phone and letting out a small hmph. She snatched her purse from her nightstand and headed out her front door.
The best part about Val's house was that it was right beside her own.
Before she got out of her yard, she stopped to stare once more at her image on her phone's camera. She brushed her hair from her face again, smiling brightly. Oh hell yes, she looked amazing. Her makeup was subtle, but on point. She tested expressions. Oh, she looked killer. She tried out a pout, and then a smirk.
She was in the mood to flirt.
With another soft hmph, she sat her phone in her purse and set for Valerie's house.
She strode to Val's door, her long legs walking confidently despite the height and thinness of her heels. She gave a short knock, and she entered with a small, confident smirk on her face, as if she owned the place-- she visited here so often that she may as well have been the co-owner.
As she made her way in, she gave soft little mwahs at the people she passed, relishing in the adoration of her peers.
(And there were some Ambridgers looking at her too. Kind of ew.)
She spotted a boy with a familiar face by the banister, though she didn't put her finger on who exactly it was until she nearly got to him. When she realized, she let out a soft giggle, and a bright smile came onto her face.
It was Coda, that new Scottish boy who she’d had the absolute pleasure to talk to many times this week.
"Heyyy, Coda," she greeted, smiling, as if she'd spoken to him before. She gave him her trademark mwah and a little wink. "I love the fit. It's fitting," she teased lightly with a giggle. "You're looking cute tonight."
Angeline Jumper looked hot af for the party today, according to the boys who had slid up on her story. Of course, she didn't need them to tell her that, but it had helped to give her step a bit more pep and her smile a bit more pride. She owned the night-- wait, no, that wasn't the right way to say it. Val owned the night, but she was...the maître d' of it, and Honey was...probably the chef de cuisine or something.
She tossed her strawberry-blonde hair behind her shoulder and smiled at her reflection in her full-length mirror. Her tight, sleeveless, low-cut black dress did not fall very far down her thighs-- it didn't even reach her fingertips. The necklace that she wore-- silver-plated, of course-- rested comfortably just beneath her collarbone. She spun around, making sure that everything was just in place where it should have been, and she let out a soft laugh.
Her dogs yapped at her feet, and she smiled at them. "Bettyyy! Mickie!!" She bent down to pick the greying chihuahua up, while the golden lab pup lapped at her ankle. "Mickie, how are you doing, baby?" she asked the tiny dog in a baby-ish voice. "Are you aww woken up fwom youw nap yet?" She pecked her forehead and sat her down, then pet the other dog along the back. "I've got to leave, you two."
She looked around her room, and she spotted her phone on her bed. She grabbed it, smiling at the abundance of notifications on her phone and letting out a small hmph. She snatched her purse from her nightstand and headed out her front door.
The best part about Val's house was that it was right beside her own.
Before she got out of her yard, she stopped to stare once more at her image on her phone's camera. She brushed her hair from her face again, smiling brightly. Oh hell yes, she looked amazing. Her makeup was subtle, but on point. She tested expressions. Oh, she looked killer. She tried out a pout, and then a smirk.
She was in the mood to flirt.
With another soft hmph, she sat her phone in her purse and set for Valerie's house.
She strode to Val's door, her long legs walking confidently despite the height and thinness of her heels. She gave a short knock, and she entered with a small, confident smirk on her face, as if she owned the place-- she visited here so often that she may as well have been the co-owner.
As she made her way in, she gave soft little mwahs at the people she passed, relishing in the adoration of her peers.
(And there were some Ambridgers looking at her too. Kind of ew.)
She spotted a boy with a familiar face by the banister, though she didn't put her finger on who exactly it was until she nearly got to him. When she realized, she let out a soft giggle, and a bright smile came onto her face.
It was Coda, that new Scottish boy who she’d had the absolute pleasure to talk to many times this week.
"Heyyy, Coda," she greeted, smiling, as if she'd spoken to him before. She gave him her trademark mwah and a little wink. "I love the fit. It's fitting," she teased lightly with a giggle. "You're looking cute tonight."
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Angeline Jumper looked hot af for the party today, according to the boys who had slid up on her story. Of course, she didn't need them to tell her that, but it had helped to give her step a bit more pep and her smile a bit more pride. She owned the night-- wait, no, that wasn't the right way to say it. Val owned the night, but she was...the maître d' of it, and Honey was...probably the chef de cuisine or something.
She tossed her strawberry-blonde hair behind her shoulder and smiled at her reflection in her full-length mirror. Her tight, sleeveless, low-cut black dress did not fall very far down her thighs-- it didn't even reach her fingertips. The necklace that she wore-- silver-plated, of course-- rested comfortably just beneath her collarbone. She spun around, making sure that everything was just in place where it should have been, and she let out a soft laugh.
Her dogs yapped at her feet, and she smiled at them. "Bettyyy! Mickie!!" She bent down to pick the greying chihuahua up, while the golden lab pup lapped at her ankle. "Mickie, how are you doing, baby?" she asked the tiny dog in a baby-ish voice. "Are you aww woken up fwom youw nap yet?" She pecked her forehead and sat her down, then pet the other dog along the back. "I've got to leave, you two."
She looked around her room, and she spotted her phone on her bed. She grabbed it, smiling at the abundance of notifications on her phone and letting out a small hmph. She snatched her purse from her nightstand and headed out her front door.
The best part about Val's house was that it was right beside her own.
Before she got out of her yard, she stopped to stare once more at her image on her phone's camera. She brushed her hair from her face again, smiling brightly. Oh hell yes, she looked amazing. Her makeup was subtle, but on point. She tested expressions. Oh, she looked killer. She tried out a pout, and then a smirk.
She was in the mood to flirt.
With another soft hmph, she sat her phone in her purse and set for Valerie's house.
She strode to Val's door, her long legs walking confidently despite the height and thinness of her heels. She gave a short knock, and she entered with a small, confident smirk on her face, as if she owned the place-- she visited here so often that she may as well have been the co-owner.
As she made her way in, she gave soft little mwahs at the people she passed, relishing in the adoration of her peers.
(And there were some Ambridgers looking at her too. Kind of ew.)
She spotted a boy with a familiar face by the banister, though she didn't put her finger on who exactly it was until she nearly got to him. When she realized, she let out a soft giggle, and a bright smile came onto her face.
It was Coda, that new Scottish boy who she’d had the absolute pleasure to talk to many times this week.
"Heyyy, Coda," she greeted, smiling, as if she'd spoken to him before. She gave him her trademark mwah and a little wink. "I love the fit. It's fitting," she teased lightly with a giggle. "You're looking cute tonight."
She tossed her strawberry-blonde hair behind her shoulder and smiled at her reflection in her full-length mirror. Her tight, sleeveless, low-cut black dress did not fall very far down her thighs-- it didn't even reach her fingertips. The necklace that she wore-- silver-plated, of course-- rested comfortably just beneath her collarbone. She spun around, making sure that everything was just in place where it should have been, and she let out a soft laugh.
Her dogs yapped at her feet, and she smiled at them. "Bettyyy! Mickie!!" She bent down to pick the greying chihuahua up, while the golden lab pup lapped at her ankle. "Mickie, how are you doing, baby?" she asked the tiny dog in a baby-ish voice. "Are you aww woken up fwom youw nap yet?" She pecked her forehead and sat her down, then pet the other dog along the back. "I've got to leave, you two."
She looked around her room, and she spotted her phone on her bed. She grabbed it, smiling at the abundance of notifications on her phone and letting out a small hmph. She snatched her purse from her nightstand and headed out her front door.
The best part about Val's house was that it was right beside her own.
Before she got out of her yard, she stopped to stare once more at her image on her phone's camera. She brushed her hair from her face again, smiling brightly. Oh hell yes, she looked amazing. Her makeup was subtle, but on point. She tested expressions. Oh, she looked killer. She tried out a pout, and then a smirk.
She was in the mood to flirt.
With another soft hmph, she sat her phone in her purse and set for Valerie's house.
She strode to Val's door, her long legs walking confidently despite the height and thinness of her heels. She gave a short knock, and she entered with a small, confident smirk on her face, as if she owned the place-- she visited here so often that she may as well have been the co-owner.
As she made her way in, she gave soft little mwahs at the people she passed, relishing in the adoration of her peers.
(And there were some Ambridgers looking at her too. Kind of ew.)
She spotted a boy with a familiar face by the banister, though she didn't put her finger on who exactly it was until she nearly got to him. When she realized, she let out a soft giggle, and a bright smile came onto her face.
It was Coda, that new Scottish boy who she’d had the absolute pleasure to talk to many times this week.
"Heyyy, Coda," she greeted, smiling, as if she'd spoken to him before. She gave him her trademark mwah and a little wink. "I love the fit. It's fitting," she teased lightly with a giggle. "You're looking cute tonight."
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Ryan was almost surprised at how okay the first week in Auburn Springs well. Almost. It would have been a resounding “yes it was totally okay” if it wasn’t for dumb fucking Mason “punching himself in the face” and the fact that dumb fucking Ryan had singlehandedly managed to fight every single person he ever loved. But hey, it was almost okay.
He had convinced himself that going to Val’s party was going to be fun, that networking with the richies would give him some insight as to what he would be suffering through in the next few months. He had, also, almost convinced himself that the party would be fun. There was no way that the party would be entirely boring, right? Like, his friends would be there and there would be alcohol, which he could certainly use after the week he had just had.
And, of course, there was going to be Jess, but he wasn’t about to admit that convincing her to come to the party was quite possibly the only thing that still had him even wanting to go to said party.
The walk to the party was quiet with Oliver nervously following along beside him. He felt for the kid, he really did. Oliver had had one hell of a week and, as much as Ryan wanted to help more, there was only so much a caramel ice cream cone could do to help boost the spirits. He was proud of the boy though, a sort of big brotherly pride coursing through him. Ryan had practically been floored when Oliver said he was going to the party, nearly passing out when Oliver actually came outside to walk with him when he texted, his soul leaving his body when Oliver actually walked up the stairs and into Val’s house.
Rest in Peace Ryan Murphy: killed by shock. He leaves behind, uh, a half-broken camera, a possessed motorcycle, and a few friends that are foolish enough to stick around. Amen.
Ryan followed Oliver up the stairs, hands fiddling with the various buckles and zippers on his jacket. He may play himself off as a tough guy who loved to socialize but, in all actuality, Ryan was terrified of parties. So many drunk idiots to cause problems, so many problems that could lead to a newly broken nose or stolen wallet. Parties were good for nothing besides causing problems and he could sense that this one was probably no different.
The house was bigger than imagined, even fancier and more movie-set-like than anticipated. More than anything it was warm. A sort of warm that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The type of warm that made him wonder what it would be like if he got to come home to such warmth and invitation every day. It was a sad thought that Ryan promptly pushed out of his mind. It was time to pretend like he enjoyed partying!
Walking further into the house, he found a table with assorted drinks. Finding the strongest, most foul smelling alcohol, he poured himself a glass and took a long swig, face scrunching up at the bitter taste. Ryan was gonna need to be drunk if he was going to survive the night.
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Parties were not what Donna did for fun. To the stranger, this may have come as a shock. After all, DC could be spotted— if one was looking for him— at nearly every public party around town. Certainly, he didn’t look as if he were particularly thriving, but that could be blamed on his sad eyes and the fact that the boy was very rarely expressive. Yes, if he came to all of the parties, they had to be his idea of fun.
The acquaintance, however, would give you a much different answer: no, there was no way that Donna Camus enjoyed himself at these parties, and that was not in the least bit shocking. It was no wonder that DC, wannabe, as his detractors called him, attended parties as some vain attempt at proving himself to be up to the standards that the school demanded of popular people. He came to save face, and that was all.
Plus, in DC’s own words, “there is very little difference in smoking around others and smoking alone; there’s just a different vibe and a lot more noise”, so, as much as he hated the vibe and the noise, at least he had nicotine and green to keep his mind off of them.
Oh, yes, and alcohol. And whatever drugs that anyone else brought.
It was unsurprising, then, that Donna pulled up to the party with a cigarette between his fingers and looking just as puss-faced as ever. His thin, lanky figure, clad in his blue-and-black letterman jacket, exited his smoky car, and he made his way to the door slowly, stopping only to discard his cigarette butt to the side of the door.
When he walked inside, he was immediately hit with the loud noise of partying. Yes, partying was a noise, trust him. He sighed softly, eyes searching for a good role model to influence him as he made his way into the room.
His eyes caught on just the thing: the table of drinks. It was perfect.
Donna pushed past people until he reached the table. It was only when he arrived that he spotted another boy beside the table. A familiar boy, one who he had spoken to many times on Twitter and in-person throughout the week. He had said, originally, that he looked like a Tyler, but now, after their many conversations, he knew his name right off.
“Ryan,” Donna greeted nonchalantly, “pour me whatever you just had. Looks fun.”
Parties were not what Donna did for fun. To the stranger, this may have come as a shock. After all, DC could be spotted— if one was looking for him— at nearly every public party around town. Certainly, he didn’t look as if he were particularly thriving, but that could be blamed on his sad eyes and the fact that the boy was very rarely expressive. Yes, if he came to all of the parties, they had to be his idea of fun.
The acquaintance, however, would give you a much different answer: no, there was no way that Donna Camus enjoyed himself at these parties, and that was not in the least bit shocking. It was no wonder that DC, wannabe, as his detractors called him, attended parties as some vain attempt at proving himself to be up to the standards that the school demanded of popular people. He came to save face, and that was all.
Plus, in DC’s own words, “there is very little difference in smoking around others and smoking alone; there’s just a different vibe and a lot more noise”, so, as much as he hated the vibe and the noise, at least he had nicotine and green to keep his mind off of them.
Oh, yes, and alcohol. And whatever drugs that anyone else brought.
It was unsurprising, then, that Donna pulled up to the party with a cigarette between his fingers and looking just as puss-faced as ever. His thin, lanky figure, clad in his blue-and-black letterman jacket, exited his smoky car, and he made his way to the door slowly, stopping only to discard his cigarette butt to the side of the door.
When he walked inside, he was immediately hit with the loud noise of partying. Yes, partying was a noise, trust him. He sighed softly, eyes searching for a good role model to influence him as he made his way into the room.
His eyes caught on just the thing: the table of drinks. It was perfect.
Donna pushed past people until he reached the table. It was only when he arrived that he spotted another boy beside the table. A familiar boy, one who he had spoken to many times on Twitter and in-person throughout the week. He had said, originally, that he looked like a Tyler, but now, after their many conversations, he knew his name right off.
“Ryan,” Donna greeted nonchalantly, “pour me whatever you just had. Looks fun.”
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♬ "breathe and be aclm" ♬
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Parties were not what Donna did for fun. To the stranger, this may have come as a shock. After all, DC could be spotted— if one was looking for him— at nearly every public party around town. Certainly, he didn’t look as if he were particularly thriving, but that could be blamed on his sad eyes and the fact that the boy was very rarely expressive. Yes, if he came to all of the parties, they had to be his idea of fun.
The acquaintance, however, would give you a much different answer: no, there was no way that Donna Camus enjoyed himself at these parties, and that was not in the least bit shocking. It was no wonder that DC, wannabe, as his detractors called him, attended parties as some vain attempt at proving himself to be up to the standards that the school demanded of popular people. He came to save face, and that was all.
Plus, in DC’s own words, “there is very little difference in smoking around others and smoking alone; there’s just a different vibe and a lot more noise”, so, as much as he hated the vibe and the noise, at least he had nicotine and green to keep his mind off of them.
Oh, yes, and alcohol. And whatever drugs that anyone else brought.
It was unsurprising, then, that Donna pulled up to the party with a cigarette between his fingers and looking just as puss-faced as ever. His thin, lanky figure, clad in his blue-and-black letterman jacket, exited his smoky car, and he made his way to the door slowly, stopping only to discard his cigarette butt to the side of the door.
When he walked inside, he was immediately hit with the loud noise of partying. Yes, partying was a noise, trust him. He sighed softly, eyes searching for a good role model to influence him as he made his way into the room.
His eyes caught on just the thing: the table of drinks. It was perfect.
Donna pushed past people until he reached the table. It was only when he arrived that he spotted another boy beside the table. A familiar boy, one who he had spoken to many times on Twitter and in-person throughout the week. He had said, originally, that he looked like a Tyler, but now, after their many conversations, he knew his name right off.
“Ryan,” Donna greeted nonchalantly, “pour me whatever you just had. Looks fun.”
The acquaintance, however, would give you a much different answer: no, there was no way that Donna Camus enjoyed himself at these parties, and that was not in the least bit shocking. It was no wonder that DC, wannabe, as his detractors called him, attended parties as some vain attempt at proving himself to be up to the standards that the school demanded of popular people. He came to save face, and that was all.
Plus, in DC’s own words, “there is very little difference in smoking around others and smoking alone; there’s just a different vibe and a lot more noise”, so, as much as he hated the vibe and the noise, at least he had nicotine and green to keep his mind off of them.
Oh, yes, and alcohol. And whatever drugs that anyone else brought.
It was unsurprising, then, that Donna pulled up to the party with a cigarette between his fingers and looking just as puss-faced as ever. His thin, lanky figure, clad in his blue-and-black letterman jacket, exited his smoky car, and he made his way to the door slowly, stopping only to discard his cigarette butt to the side of the door.
When he walked inside, he was immediately hit with the loud noise of partying. Yes, partying was a noise, trust him. He sighed softly, eyes searching for a good role model to influence him as he made his way into the room.
His eyes caught on just the thing: the table of drinks. It was perfect.
Donna pushed past people until he reached the table. It was only when he arrived that he spotted another boy beside the table. A familiar boy, one who he had spoken to many times on Twitter and in-person throughout the week. He had said, originally, that he looked like a Tyler, but now, after their many conversations, he knew his name right off.
“Ryan,” Donna greeted nonchalantly, “pour me whatever you just had. Looks fun.”
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As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Coda was entirely screwed. Perhaps not in a bad way, more like a generally ‘I’m screwed’ sort of way. He had received more attention in a matter of a week at Auburn Springs than he had in his entire time in Scotland. He liked to think he had made friends with a few people, but it wasn’t friendship that was bothering him. Usually, Coda made flirtatious jokes in passing and got no response back. But all of a sudden, every flirtatious word was met equally, if not better, to his own.
Of course he was screwed, his mind reeled every time he opened Twitter. He wasn’t used to the attention and although he knew how to respond, that didn’t stop his brain from lagging moments behind every time he got a response. Cade teased him endlessly, having taken to calling him the Auburn Stud (courtesy of their new town name, of course). Even their fathers had taken to teasing him about the stupid, goofy grin that appeared on his face every time a certain name popped up on his screen.
Which name? Well, Coda wasn’t even certain of that himself.
The day of the party rolled around and, before the sun had even risen, Cade was busy working away at the punching bag in her room, rock music pumping through the walls. There was no one to discipline her, both of their fathers having left for a lovely sunrise walk, leaving Coda to hug a pillow over his head to drone out the drone of Nirvana. Who the fuck woke up before the sun to beat up a bag? Apparently his stupid sister. He loved Cade with his entire heart but sometimes he wanted to bury her alive.
After a rather eventful morning involving phone theft and exposure of some rather odd looking photos, Cade finally left for her ‘spa date’ she had been groaning about all morning, allowing Coda to fall back asleep.
When he awoke once again, it was to Cade ripping open his blinds and telling him to get up because it was 4pm. How had he managed to sleep through the entire day? He wasn’t sure. But between Cade begging him to help her choose an outfit and his growling stomach, he managed to get up. That party better be worth it.
Arriving at the party together, Cade and Coda entered into the mansion with mouths agape. The place was huge and, more importantly, absolutely stunning. Coda made a mental note to compliment the house to Val, a sign of courtesy he usually wouldn’t extend if he didn’t feel so out of place. They were early and, thanks to some whiskey they had at home, slightly buzzed already.
“Alright,” Cade said, shifting her weight on her feet. “Divide and conquer, big guy. I’m gonna go find someone to bother, we’ll catch up later. Have fun and don’t get anyone pregnant!”
Coda rolled his eyes as his sister smashed her fist into his with a wink before turning heels and disappearing into the house, saying a few hellos to people as she exited the foyer. Finding himself a drink and a corner to stand in, Coda found himself quietly flipping through his phone and sipping on his drink. He recognized a few people in the crowd but lacked the courage to approach them.
He wouldn’t be alone for long as his eyes caught sight of a little blonde heading his way. Coda’s breath hitched in his throat as his mind raced to remember her name, his eyes tracing her figure. Fuck it, what was her name?
Angie. That was the name. Fuck, she looked good. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact he hadn’t even so much as kissed a girl for a few months, but he found himself unable to keep his eyes off of her. He wondered if she was truly coming over to speak to him, why would she? After all, they had only had a singular lunch and a few text conversations together. And with every other one of her friends at the party, it made little sense as to why Angie was coming over to him. Yet there she was, in front of him, speaking to him through glossed lips and batting eyelashes.
“Hello there yourself, Angeline.” Coda purred, watching as she complimented his outfit. Normally, his mouth would have run dry at the observation. Instead, he found himself leaning into the conversation, his phone lost in his back pocket. Reaching out, Coda took her hand and raised it, pressing his lips to the smooth skin of the back of her hand. “Aye lass, I must say, black is most definitely your colour. You are stunning tonight.”
Coda’s eyes traced her figure again, slower this time, and fuck, he hoped she noticed. He had laughed off Cade’s comments about him getting all the attention he had but suddenly, with her eyes scanning his body, suddenly he wasn’t mad about it.
“I was hoping I’d see you here tonight, lass. I didn’t think you could look more beautiful than usual, yet here you are.” Coda said smoothly as he carefully dropped her hand, careful to articulate his words through his thick accent. “Aye, now what are you doin’ over here with me when there’s an entire party of people lookin’ for ya? I wouldn’t want to keep ya all to myself, now would I?”
Fuck yes he did, but he couldn’t say that outright. Instead, he played coy, the smirk plastering his lips as he carefully looked down at the shorter girl, his back pressing against the banister behind him as his large hand gripped the cup in his hand.
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Coda was such a charmer. Him taking Angie's hand and kissing it took her slightly aback-- in the best way. A giggle bubbled from her, and she smiled at him, batting her lashes at him as he complimented her in that sexy accent of his. His eyes were glued to her, and she felt a swell in his chest from this knowledge. It wasn't as if he were just sneaking peeks or shyly following the shape of her body. Instead, he was confidently and obviously eyeing her. She loved the feeling.
Her eyes rolled across his body and back to his face as he flirted with her, dropping her hand. She felt her face and body heat up. He was so smooth and charming, ugh. She just wanted to eat him up.
She gave a smile, brushing her hair from her face again. "If they're looking for me, they'll have to wait their turn," she teased, her words curling up near the end of the sentence as if she were punctuating it with a heart. She giggled. "I'm surprised you don't have a line coming from you, Red." She placed a hand on his forearm and met his eyes, giggling lightly. "I figured I'd have to grab a number and wait for a chance just to speak with you. Oh, or maybe you'd've had a little auction and your sister'd been the auctioneer?" She laughed. "I kid, I kid...but really, I haven't gotten to speak with you much at all, Coda, and I've been sooo down about that. You're fun, you know." She pouted.
She moved her hand down to the hand holding his cup. "But now, lucky me-- I get to speak with you all by myself, handsome." She smirked. "...hmm, and look at you all by myself..." She giggled. "I love the view and the words...it's a whole experience."
She noticed a tray of jello shots going around, and she snatched one up from it, giving a scrunch-nosed smile at the carrier of the tray before the thing went down her gullet. She looked back at Coda with a light laugh, and she bid him, with a crooked finger, to bend down so she could speak in his ear.
She cupped her hand around his ear and whispered, "I'd love to have this experience in a nice, quiet, cozy place...hmm, say, my bedroom..." She pulled back with a giggle and a bat of her eyelashes. "But the night will say if I get to have that, huh? It's still young." She smiled and twirled her hair. "And we've still got a bunch of fun to have before the real fun begins, hmm?"
She loved to be a tease.
Coda was such a charmer. Him taking Angie's hand and kissing it took her slightly aback-- in the best way. A giggle bubbled from her, and she smiled at him, batting her lashes at him as he complimented her in that sexy accent of his. His eyes were glued to her, and she felt a swell in his chest from this knowledge. It wasn't as if he were just sneaking peeks or shyly following the shape of her body. Instead, he was confidently and obviously eyeing her. She loved the feeling.
Her eyes rolled across his body and back to his face as he flirted with her, dropping her hand. She felt her face and body heat up. He was so smooth and charming, ugh. She just wanted to eat him up.
She gave a smile, brushing her hair from her face again. "If they're looking for me, they'll have to wait their turn," she teased, her words curling up near the end of the sentence as if she were punctuating it with a heart. She giggled. "I'm surprised you don't have a line coming from you, Red." She placed a hand on his forearm and met his eyes, giggling lightly. "I figured I'd have to grab a number and wait for a chance just to speak with you. Oh, or maybe you'd've had a little auction and your sister'd been the auctioneer?" She laughed. "I kid, I kid...but really, I haven't gotten to speak with you much at all, Coda, and I've been sooo down about that. You're fun, you know." She pouted.
She moved her hand down to the hand holding his cup. "But now, lucky me-- I get to speak with you all by myself, handsome." She smirked. "...hmm, and look at you all by myself..." She giggled. "I love the view and the words...it's a whole experience."
She noticed a tray of jello shots going around, and she snatched one up from it, giving a scrunch-nosed smile at the carrier of the tray before the thing went down her gullet. She looked back at Coda with a light laugh, and she bid him, with a crooked finger, to bend down so she could speak in his ear.
She cupped her hand around his ear and whispered, "I'd love to have this experience in a nice, quiet, cozy place...hmm, say, my bedroom..." She pulled back with a giggle and a bat of her eyelashes. "But the night will say if I get to have that, huh? It's still young." She smiled and twirled her hair. "And we've still got a bunch of fun to have before the real fun begins, hmm?"
She loved to be a tease.
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Coda was such a charmer. Him taking Angie's hand and kissing it took her slightly aback-- in the best way. A giggle bubbled from her, and she smiled at him, batting her lashes at him as he complimented her in that sexy accent of his. His eyes were glued to her, and she felt a swell in his chest from this knowledge. It wasn't as if he were just sneaking peeks or shyly following the shape of her body. Instead, he was confidently and obviously eyeing her. She loved the feeling.
Her eyes rolled across his body and back to his face as he flirted with her, dropping her hand. She felt her face and body heat up. He was so smooth and charming, ugh. She just wanted to eat him up.
She gave a smile, brushing her hair from her face again. "If they're looking for me, they'll have to wait their turn," she teased, her words curling up near the end of the sentence as if she were punctuating it with a heart. She giggled. "I'm surprised you don't have a line coming from you, Red." She placed a hand on his forearm and met his eyes, giggling lightly. "I figured I'd have to grab a number and wait for a chance just to speak with you. Oh, or maybe you'd've had a little auction and your sister'd been the auctioneer?" She laughed. "I kid, I kid...but really, I haven't gotten to speak with you much at all, Coda, and I've been sooo down about that. You're fun, you know." She pouted.
She moved her hand down to the hand holding his cup. "But now, lucky me-- I get to speak with you all by myself, handsome." She smirked. "...hmm, and look at you all by myself..." She giggled. "I love the view and the words...it's a whole experience."
She noticed a tray of jello shots going around, and she snatched one up from it, giving a scrunch-nosed smile at the carrier of the tray before the thing went down her gullet. She looked back at Coda with a light laugh, and she bid him, with a crooked finger, to bend down so she could speak in his ear.
She cupped her hand around his ear and whispered, "I'd love to have this experience in a nice, quiet, cozy place...hmm, say, my bedroom..." She pulled back with a giggle and a bat of her eyelashes. "But the night will say if I get to have that, huh? It's still young." She smiled and twirled her hair. "And we've still got a bunch of fun to have before the real fun begins, hmm?"
She loved to be a tease.
Her eyes rolled across his body and back to his face as he flirted with her, dropping her hand. She felt her face and body heat up. He was so smooth and charming, ugh. She just wanted to eat him up.
She gave a smile, brushing her hair from her face again. "If they're looking for me, they'll have to wait their turn," she teased, her words curling up near the end of the sentence as if she were punctuating it with a heart. She giggled. "I'm surprised you don't have a line coming from you, Red." She placed a hand on his forearm and met his eyes, giggling lightly. "I figured I'd have to grab a number and wait for a chance just to speak with you. Oh, or maybe you'd've had a little auction and your sister'd been the auctioneer?" She laughed. "I kid, I kid...but really, I haven't gotten to speak with you much at all, Coda, and I've been sooo down about that. You're fun, you know." She pouted.
She moved her hand down to the hand holding his cup. "But now, lucky me-- I get to speak with you all by myself, handsome." She smirked. "...hmm, and look at you all by myself..." She giggled. "I love the view and the words...it's a whole experience."
She noticed a tray of jello shots going around, and she snatched one up from it, giving a scrunch-nosed smile at the carrier of the tray before the thing went down her gullet. She looked back at Coda with a light laugh, and she bid him, with a crooked finger, to bend down so she could speak in his ear.
She cupped her hand around his ear and whispered, "I'd love to have this experience in a nice, quiet, cozy place...hmm, say, my bedroom..." She pulled back with a giggle and a bat of her eyelashes. "But the night will say if I get to have that, huh? It's still young." She smiled and twirled her hair. "And we've still got a bunch of fun to have before the real fun begins, hmm?"
She loved to be a tease.
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Mayhem in the Making
HENRIETTA THOMAS
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Henri felt awkward. Then again, when didn’t she feel awkward? She felt weird looking down at herself, wearing the only dress she had ever owned. A small, ragged black number. I’m just glad it still fits honestly. Parties were not her thing, alcohol, drugs and sloppy PDA? No fucking thank you. However she had promised to look out for her friends, and that meant she had to be present at this party. Henri was told by the Springers that she had to dress up and not be a slob. She couldn’t care less what they thought, but Henri was on a mission tonight: Make sure her idiot friends don’t get into too much trouble tonight... And the last thing she wanted to do was to cause more trouble by dressing wrong.
Henri shifted uncomfortably in her dress as she bent down to tie up her combat boots. At least I’ll be able to walk. Or give assholes a swift kick up the ass. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing heels. Actually, that’s incorrect – She couldn’t wear heels, it was a broken neck waiting to happen for Henri. Death traps, I swear. Stepping silently towards the window, Henri snuck a glance back to her closed door. Her mother, Evelyn Thomas, would have a fit if Henri was out “on a school night” no less. Fucking hell. If she thinks she can suddenly get her nose clean and then tell me what to do she has another fucking thing coming..
Henri grimaced in distaste. Until just over year ago, her mother had her nose deep in whatever powders or pills she could get her hands on. Her father was no better, until he overdosed. Then he was dead and her mother was shocked into recovery and suddenly became this doting, overbearing maternal figure. Fuck that. Henri didn’t buy the act for a moment. ”Making up for lost time” my ass... What a fucking joke. She didn’t give a shit about us for years. Why start now? Still, Henri would prefer to avoid a confrontation with her mum. The last thing she needed was to start an argument in front of Liz.
To avoid rattling the window frame as she made her escape, Henri placed down an old checkered flannel shirt on the railing. I’ve seen this in movies. I totally got this.
Narrator: She does not got this.
With as much grace as a gazelle carcass floating down a river, Henri climbed over the windowsill, using the flannel shirt as a barrier to avoid the sharp cracks in the railing. Whilst attempting to judge her landing on the grassy slope below, she didn’t expect to lose her her balance and tumble headfirst out the window. Fucking shit! Oh–!
Thump.
Ow... Waiting a moment to make sure she hadn’t made enough noise to alarm her household, Henri used the wall her house to steady herself as she got to her feet. Yup, I’m so happy I did not wear heels. I could’ve impaled myself! Wait, why do I feel so cold– Oh for fuck’s sake! Maybe it was a stray nail head, maybe it was the windowsill railing, but something had torn her dress, revealing the grey boyshorts Henri was wearing underneath. Fuck! She couldn’t climb back into her room to change, Henri knew she wouldn’t survive another round with the window. But I sure as hell can’t go to the party with half my ass flapping in the wind...
Thinking quickly, Henri jumped up and grabbed the old flannel shirt and wrapped it around her behind, double-knotting it at the front. This looks trashy as fuck... But its better than nothing. Just at that moment, Diego’s beaten up black Buick rolled up to the curb, shuddering as it was placed into park. Swiftly, Henri reached the passenger door and yanked it open.
“Hey dickhead! You’re late.” Henri grinned as she mock scolded Diego. Spying a bottle of clear gin on the seat next to her, Henri’s grinned widened and she couldn’t help but shoot another teasing jab his way. “I see you took my advice to smoothen-up your game. Good luck tonight – I think you’re going to need it.”
OUTFIT: With combat bootsHenri shifted uncomfortably in her dress as she bent down to tie up her combat boots. At least I’ll be able to walk. Or give assholes a swift kick up the ass. She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing heels. Actually, that’s incorrect – She couldn’t wear heels, it was a broken neck waiting to happen for Henri. Death traps, I swear. Stepping silently towards the window, Henri snuck a glance back to her closed door. Her mother, Evelyn Thomas, would have a fit if Henri was out “on a school night” no less. Fucking hell. If she thinks she can suddenly get her nose clean and then tell me what to do she has another fucking thing coming..
Henri grimaced in distaste. Until just over year ago, her mother had her nose deep in whatever powders or pills she could get her hands on. Her father was no better, until he overdosed. Then he was dead and her mother was shocked into recovery and suddenly became this doting, overbearing maternal figure. Fuck that. Henri didn’t buy the act for a moment. ”Making up for lost time” my ass... What a fucking joke. She didn’t give a shit about us for years. Why start now? Still, Henri would prefer to avoid a confrontation with her mum. The last thing she needed was to start an argument in front of Liz.
To avoid rattling the window frame as she made her escape, Henri placed down an old checkered flannel shirt on the railing. I’ve seen this in movies. I totally got this.
Narrator: She does not got this.
With as much grace as a gazelle carcass floating down a river, Henri climbed over the windowsill, using the flannel shirt as a barrier to avoid the sharp cracks in the railing. Whilst attempting to judge her landing on the grassy slope below, she didn’t expect to lose her her balance and tumble headfirst out the window. Fucking shit! Oh–!
Thump.
Ow... Waiting a moment to make sure she hadn’t made enough noise to alarm her household, Henri used the wall her house to steady herself as she got to her feet. Yup, I’m so happy I did not wear heels. I could’ve impaled myself! Wait, why do I feel so cold– Oh for fuck’s sake! Maybe it was a stray nail head, maybe it was the windowsill railing, but something had torn her dress, revealing the grey boyshorts Henri was wearing underneath. Fuck! She couldn’t climb back into her room to change, Henri knew she wouldn’t survive another round with the window. But I sure as hell can’t go to the party with half my ass flapping in the wind...
Thinking quickly, Henri jumped up and grabbed the old flannel shirt and wrapped it around her behind, double-knotting it at the front. This looks trashy as fuck... But its better than nothing. Just at that moment, Diego’s beaten up black Buick rolled up to the curb, shuddering as it was placed into park. Swiftly, Henri reached the passenger door and yanked it open.
“Hey dickhead! You’re late.” Henri grinned as she mock scolded Diego. Spying a bottle of clear gin on the seat next to her, Henri’s grinned widened and she couldn’t help but shoot another teasing jab his way. “I see you took my advice to smoothen-up your game. Good luck tonight – I think you’re going to need it.”
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THWACK!
The sweat dripped from Cade’s groomed eyebrow as fist and foot smashed into the punching bag swinging from her ceiling. The music was far too loud for half past five in the morning but, if Cade was being honest, she didn’t care. Coda could use the early rise and she needed to get the jitters out before her spa date. Her muscles burned in anger as she pushed herself through the pain, her carefully wrapped knuckles taking most of the force as she practiced.
Nothing like a good workout and some Nirvana to start the morning.
Cade was excited about the prospects of the evening. It had been a minute since she had been to a party, though she wasn’t entirely certain if Val’s party was going to be the type of party Cade loved. If she didn’t end up drunk, barefoot, and either tangled up with a beautiful guy or dragging an equally Coda out into the woods, it wasn’t a party. If she woke up the next morning and really knew where she was, it wasn’t a party.
The release was sorely needed. As much as she fought the thoughts, she missed home. She missed the damp rain that chilled her to the bone and the stones that snuck their way into her shoes and the wind that ruined perfectly good hairstyles. Scotland was home. Auburn Springs was not and, if she was being honest, Cade could never see it ever truly being home for her. Everything was so foreign and polished and refined, lacking the casual chaos of a truly lived-in and loved world. The perfection was unsettling, like a sort of uncanny valley Cade couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Coda had seemed to have settled right in, especially with the local ladies, and Cade envied him. He had always been better at adjusting to moves, always behaving himself and blending right into his surroundings like a chameleon. Cade, on the other hand, had managed to almost fight two different guys, almost went to jail on pedophilia charges (what was up with the little dudes and hitting on her?), and said ‘sorry’ more times than she could count on all fingers and toes within the past week. The confidence that lingered on her smirking lips was a facade, a mask to hide her discomfort. And, as far as Cade could tell, she was doing a damn good job. Oscar worthy, if you asked her.
After getting cleaned up, Cade found herself in Karmyn’s car and, eventually, the dreaded spa. The place was terrifying. Women in rollers and masks and fluffy bathrobes getting sharp little pieces of wood jammed at their nail beds and little toe separatey thingies shoved between their fingers. To Cade, she wondered how this was not some sort of modern torture. Karmyn convinced her it was fine, that it was nothing to worry about, but Cade still found herself flinching at every poke and prod and, by the time it was all over, she made a promise to herself: no spa trips EVER again.
Once she returned home and woke Coda’s lazy ass up, Cade got ready for the rapidly approaching party. She had considered, for a brief moment, not going. Coda was excited but Cade really just wanted to stay home, chill out, and take in her new home alone. But alas, Coda was bugging her to go and how could she say no to his overly dumb looking face? So, one long hour of outfit picking and makeup applying later, the two were out of the house and heading to Val’s house.
Stepping inside the party, a flush of energy rushed over her. They were early, as usual, and after a sly comment, she abandoned Coda in search of someone new to speak with, hopefully the rather captivating lad she had had the pleasure of conversing with (and endlessly teasing) on Twitter. Cade couldn’t help if the guy was all talk and no game, as they usually were, or if he was genuinely up for the challenge. She certainly hoped it was the latter.
Carefully untwisting the cap on the bottle of whiskey in her hand, she did the classiest thing she could think of and took a heavy swig right from the bottle, the alcohol burning a friendly warpath down her throat. It burned deliciously. Fuck it, if she was going party, she was gonna party like she wanted to and that meant swigging straight from the damn bottle.
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