_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Ash Davenport
the cheerio
This was the year. The one and the only chance to earn the crown every girl yearned for the most. Of course, not everyone had the chance and wanting it was simply not enough. There were only two kinds of people, obviously. The ones born to be the royalty…and the others. And Ashlynn Davenport belonged to the first group, of course.
The redhead dedicated her whole high school career to get to this point and she knew it was here. Being on top of the social ladder came naturally with who she was. Everyone was at least familiar with the name Davenport and what it meant. But Ash was very much aware it was not going to be enough. She simply needed more edge. And what could give her more edge than showing everyone the talent sleeping inside her small body? Getting on the cheer squad was easy, she was a dancer, had the moves and was not afraid to go for even the freaky tricks no one ever dared to attempt. That made her different from the rest. And once a member, the way up was the only way. No one wondered when Ash made the youngest cheer squad captain in history of school. She was right up there with the most important people at school. Just as she deserved. And this year, these several months ahead of her, were going to be marked by the heaviest, the most pompous and the most luxurious campaign Easthaven Point High had ever seen. Because Ash Davenport was going to become the senior prom queen. Even if it was the last thing she did.
There was only one last real obstacle in her way that she needed to tackle. Evelyn Dermot. She was the greatest competition for the cheerleader and was currently in the lead because she managed to throw the ‘Goodbye Summer Party’ before Ash. Everyone was there. Even the total losers. And Ash knew better that to throw a party right after her. That was nothing if not desperate. She needed the right moment and the plans were already being spun in that pretty head of hers. Halloween was getting closer and closer now and that was going to be her time. The witch hour. Something that would definitely put Evelyn Dermot six feet under. At least in the prom queen race.
That day was like any other. Just your usual day at school, classes were in full run and everyone was already stressing over pop quizzes and the compulsory literature. Ash was strutting down the hallway, the tresses of her red hair framing her face and falling on her shoulders, her cheer skirt softly bumping into her back thighs as she walked and every step was a silent thud of the soft sole of her shoes. She knew exactly where she was walking and what her goal was, just like always, a woman on a mission. The pair of hazel brown eyes was scanning the crowd, searching for that one head of messy hair and glasses decorated face of a person who was supposed to bring her the essay on battles of the American Civil War. Ash desperately needed an A from the History class at this point, even though it was still September.
“Freddyyyy! Yoo-hoo!” she waved at the resident nerd, putting her sweet fake wide smile on. Throwing her hips this way and that, she walked to the boy who was entering the chemistry lab and was ready to demand what was hers. Ash crossed the threshold of the room and realized the sudden deadly silence was only marked by a few silent gasps and whispers. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the lab only to feel her heart skip one or two beats. There she was, unhealthily pale, lying on the counter in the front, halo of brown hair spread around her head in perfect locks, eyes wide open, lips parted, the Victorian gown hugging her body just as she was hugging the porcelain doll in her hands. The very copy of the human look alike. The human look alike with face of Evelyn Dermot.
“You, freaks, think this is funny?” Ash shrieked, turning to Freddy and hitting his arm a few times with the set of notebooks in her hands. “You, people, are so weird! How could you even think that copying…!” The words died in her throat when she realized everyone was as shocked as her. Casting one more look at the table and the lifeless body on top of it, the true realization creeped up her spine and Ash knew what she was looking at. Her ruby red-painted lips parted as she dropped everything in her hands and a loud, almost deafening scream left her lips, almost like a fire alarm. Ear-piercing, strong and rather awakening.
The redhead dedicated her whole high school career to get to this point and she knew it was here. Being on top of the social ladder came naturally with who she was. Everyone was at least familiar with the name Davenport and what it meant. But Ash was very much aware it was not going to be enough. She simply needed more edge. And what could give her more edge than showing everyone the talent sleeping inside her small body? Getting on the cheer squad was easy, she was a dancer, had the moves and was not afraid to go for even the freaky tricks no one ever dared to attempt. That made her different from the rest. And once a member, the way up was the only way. No one wondered when Ash made the youngest cheer squad captain in history of school. She was right up there with the most important people at school. Just as she deserved. And this year, these several months ahead of her, were going to be marked by the heaviest, the most pompous and the most luxurious campaign Easthaven Point High had ever seen. Because Ash Davenport was going to become the senior prom queen. Even if it was the last thing she did.
There was only one last real obstacle in her way that she needed to tackle. Evelyn Dermot. She was the greatest competition for the cheerleader and was currently in the lead because she managed to throw the ‘Goodbye Summer Party’ before Ash. Everyone was there. Even the total losers. And Ash knew better that to throw a party right after her. That was nothing if not desperate. She needed the right moment and the plans were already being spun in that pretty head of hers. Halloween was getting closer and closer now and that was going to be her time. The witch hour. Something that would definitely put Evelyn Dermot six feet under. At least in the prom queen race.
That day was like any other. Just your usual day at school, classes were in full run and everyone was already stressing over pop quizzes and the compulsory literature. Ash was strutting down the hallway, the tresses of her red hair framing her face and falling on her shoulders, her cheer skirt softly bumping into her back thighs as she walked and every step was a silent thud of the soft sole of her shoes. She knew exactly where she was walking and what her goal was, just like always, a woman on a mission. The pair of hazel brown eyes was scanning the crowd, searching for that one head of messy hair and glasses decorated face of a person who was supposed to bring her the essay on battles of the American Civil War. Ash desperately needed an A from the History class at this point, even though it was still September.
“Freddyyyy! Yoo-hoo!” she waved at the resident nerd, putting her sweet fake wide smile on. Throwing her hips this way and that, she walked to the boy who was entering the chemistry lab and was ready to demand what was hers. Ash crossed the threshold of the room and realized the sudden deadly silence was only marked by a few silent gasps and whispers. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the lab only to feel her heart skip one or two beats. There she was, unhealthily pale, lying on the counter in the front, halo of brown hair spread around her head in perfect locks, eyes wide open, lips parted, the Victorian gown hugging her body just as she was hugging the porcelain doll in her hands. The very copy of the human look alike. The human look alike with face of Evelyn Dermot.
“You, freaks, think this is funny?” Ash shrieked, turning to Freddy and hitting his arm a few times with the set of notebooks in her hands. “You, people, are so weird! How could you even think that copying…!” The words died in her throat when she realized everyone was as shocked as her. Casting one more look at the table and the lifeless body on top of it, the true realization creeped up her spine and Ash knew what she was looking at. Her ruby red-painted lips parted as she dropped everything in her hands and a loud, almost deafening scream left her lips, almost like a fire alarm. Ear-piercing, strong and rather awakening.
coded by natasha.
_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Romeo Hawthorne
the prince
“But you promised, doll.” A sweet voice of a mal drawled through the air as Romeo’s hand went up, brushing a strand of dark chocolate hair away from the girl’s face. “You said you’ll go with me in the afternoon so what’s changed now?” he asked as the girl shivered under the touch of the school prince. “I just…I don’t know, Rome. I don’t want to be just another conquest for you. Like…I mean…I’m serious about us…”
Romeo Hawthorn suppressed the eye roll for at least the sixth time and took a slow deep breath in. He had been working on this girl for two days now and she was on again and off again, yes and no, hot and cold, it was honestly very tiring and Rome was becoming bored. “Darling, I’m serious about us too. Come on, let me just take you to see the Hawthorne Mansion, I’ll give you a nice tour, we can have a little glass of something good from my father’s liquor cabinet and if you feel like it, we can have a nice swim in the pool, hm?” he asked, resting his hand on her hip, giving it a little squeeze, which also pulled her closer to him. “Just that…no pressure, Hannah.” he added in half-whispers as he leaned closer. “But…my name’s Heather…” she stuttered confusedly and looked at the lover boy with her head tilted.
With a long sigh, Romeo let her go and grabbed his bag. He turned on his heel and with a smug smirk on his face, he was about to leave. “Where are you going?” the girl called after him but he just lifted his hand and waved her, not even looking back at her anymore. “Have a great day, Hester.” he chuckled and turned the corner to walk inside the school building. If she didn’t want to keep him company, he could definitely find himself another Helen who would be thrilled to have a swim in his pool. Whatever that may mean.
Romeo was not the type of guy to beg. Quite the contrary, girls usually came begging to him. He could provide fun, party favors, good time, you name it. And if he couldn’t, he had means to make it happen anyway. Usually, the name Hawthorn was enough to set things in motion but adding a few pieces of greens didn’t hurt either. This was his last year at Easthaven Point High School and he couldn’t wait to leave this place. Last summer was rather hectic. His father shipped him off to Switzerland for a rehab but it was safe to say it didn’t help. Rehab works for someone who actually wants or needs to change. Rome simply wanted to remain the same guy he was and fought all attempts to make him an upstanding citizen. In secret, of course. After all, he needed to get out from there just in time for the senior year so he pretended to get better. Apparently, he did an amazing job as it fooled not only the nurses and doctors but also his father. And here he was now, back in his world.
Entering the school, he could already see something was up. People were running around frantically and whispering in shock and awe. Something was going on and Rome needed to know what it was. While everyone was running away from where the chem lab was, Romeo was making his way to it. It seemed to be the source of this mayhem and there was no way he was going to pass on the school drama.
“What’s up? Who died?” he asked, patting Blake on the back. Seeing that his best bro was close enough to know, Rome threw his insensitive question out there, not knowing how close to the truth he actually was. A few girls turned around, shooting him outraged looks but he just looked at them, mouthing a silent ‘what’. “But no, seriously, what’s happening, B?”
Romeo Hawthorn suppressed the eye roll for at least the sixth time and took a slow deep breath in. He had been working on this girl for two days now and she was on again and off again, yes and no, hot and cold, it was honestly very tiring and Rome was becoming bored. “Darling, I’m serious about us too. Come on, let me just take you to see the Hawthorne Mansion, I’ll give you a nice tour, we can have a little glass of something good from my father’s liquor cabinet and if you feel like it, we can have a nice swim in the pool, hm?” he asked, resting his hand on her hip, giving it a little squeeze, which also pulled her closer to him. “Just that…no pressure, Hannah.” he added in half-whispers as he leaned closer. “But…my name’s Heather…” she stuttered confusedly and looked at the lover boy with her head tilted.
With a long sigh, Romeo let her go and grabbed his bag. He turned on his heel and with a smug smirk on his face, he was about to leave. “Where are you going?” the girl called after him but he just lifted his hand and waved her, not even looking back at her anymore. “Have a great day, Hester.” he chuckled and turned the corner to walk inside the school building. If she didn’t want to keep him company, he could definitely find himself another Helen who would be thrilled to have a swim in his pool. Whatever that may mean.
Romeo was not the type of guy to beg. Quite the contrary, girls usually came begging to him. He could provide fun, party favors, good time, you name it. And if he couldn’t, he had means to make it happen anyway. Usually, the name Hawthorn was enough to set things in motion but adding a few pieces of greens didn’t hurt either. This was his last year at Easthaven Point High School and he couldn’t wait to leave this place. Last summer was rather hectic. His father shipped him off to Switzerland for a rehab but it was safe to say it didn’t help. Rehab works for someone who actually wants or needs to change. Rome simply wanted to remain the same guy he was and fought all attempts to make him an upstanding citizen. In secret, of course. After all, he needed to get out from there just in time for the senior year so he pretended to get better. Apparently, he did an amazing job as it fooled not only the nurses and doctors but also his father. And here he was now, back in his world.
Entering the school, he could already see something was up. People were running around frantically and whispering in shock and awe. Something was going on and Rome needed to know what it was. While everyone was running away from where the chem lab was, Romeo was making his way to it. It seemed to be the source of this mayhem and there was no way he was going to pass on the school drama.
“What’s up? Who died?” he asked, patting Blake on the back. Seeing that his best bro was close enough to know, Rome threw his insensitive question out there, not knowing how close to the truth he actually was. A few girls turned around, shooting him outraged looks but he just looked at them, mouthing a silent ‘what’. “But no, seriously, what’s happening, B?”
coded by natasha.
aeneas.
𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚.
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cherry bomb .
𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
cherry bomb .
𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍.
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aeneas.
𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚.
♡coded by uxie♡
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Ash Davenport
the cheerio
There were not many things Ashlynn Davenport was afraid of. One could count those things using only fingers of one hand. Quite the contrary, usually it was the petite cheerleader raising fear in people. What she lacked in height, she more than well compensated with her fierce nature and sharp tongue. Being raised by parents like the Davenports, one simply learned there was nothing they couldn’t do or have. People rarely said no to the redhead and all she had to do was smile sweetly, chirp in her fake nice tone and shake the mane of fiery locks. Only when it was inevitable, when the situation literally called for it, her voice was raised and words of subtle blackmail were spilled. Ash knew a lot about everything and everyone and her minions made sure not one gossip, no matter how tiny, escaped her attention.
But facing a dead body, let alone a dead body of a person she knew rather well, that was a scenario not even the cheerleader was ready for. Of course Ash was familiar with the sick antics of the Porcelain Doll Killer. She was not living under the rock, duh! But his previous two victims were just two randos who happened to have pretty faces. Ash had never come so close to death like now and when her hazel brown gaze fell upon the lifeless body spread on the counter in the chemistry lab, the chills spraying her spine froze her to the bone.
Every cheerleader needed to have certain qualities and possessing a strong set of pipes in their chest was one of them. How else would they be able to dance, jump, perform all kinds of tricks alongside chanting the perfect cheer for the school team? Ash was no different and as a captain, she always made sure her voice was the loudest, the brightest and the liveliest of them all. No one doubted she could sound the alarm just by using her vocal chords but if there were some non-believers in the crowd, they found out the truth right away. Ash opened her mouth and the scream leaving them was almost inhuman. Sound of her notebooks falling to the ground and the clatter of Kallie’s coffee cup hitting the floor as well dissolved in the shriek and Ashlynn’s hands went up, covering her face. She never heard Freddy’s plea to her or Taylor’s not so witty question whether Evelyn was dead.
People started to gather around and Ash’s sight became blurry. Tears stung her eyes and she hated to appear so weak. Well, it would be understandable but she was the Ash! She was the queen of the Easthaven Point High. And she was supposed to lead her loyal subjects in time of crisis. Turning around on her heel, she noticed a familiar face and moved closer to Blake. He uttered something to Kallie but in her utter state of shock, Ash didn’t hear it. Odette came out of nowhere and flooded Blake with her rant. “Odette, love, don’t you have a student body to handle?” she addressed the president and grabbed Blake by his shirt.
The two had their own history and even some present and while they were rather far from dating, the redheaded male offered Ash quite a few moments of comfort. “She’s…she…is…jesus christ…” Ash mumbled and hid her face in Blake’s chest. “How did this happen? Is somebody targeting the possible prom queens now?” asked Ash who could never be blamed for not having her priorities straight.
But facing a dead body, let alone a dead body of a person she knew rather well, that was a scenario not even the cheerleader was ready for. Of course Ash was familiar with the sick antics of the Porcelain Doll Killer. She was not living under the rock, duh! But his previous two victims were just two randos who happened to have pretty faces. Ash had never come so close to death like now and when her hazel brown gaze fell upon the lifeless body spread on the counter in the chemistry lab, the chills spraying her spine froze her to the bone.
Every cheerleader needed to have certain qualities and possessing a strong set of pipes in their chest was one of them. How else would they be able to dance, jump, perform all kinds of tricks alongside chanting the perfect cheer for the school team? Ash was no different and as a captain, she always made sure her voice was the loudest, the brightest and the liveliest of them all. No one doubted she could sound the alarm just by using her vocal chords but if there were some non-believers in the crowd, they found out the truth right away. Ash opened her mouth and the scream leaving them was almost inhuman. Sound of her notebooks falling to the ground and the clatter of Kallie’s coffee cup hitting the floor as well dissolved in the shriek and Ashlynn’s hands went up, covering her face. She never heard Freddy’s plea to her or Taylor’s not so witty question whether Evelyn was dead.
People started to gather around and Ash’s sight became blurry. Tears stung her eyes and she hated to appear so weak. Well, it would be understandable but she was the Ash! She was the queen of the Easthaven Point High. And she was supposed to lead her loyal subjects in time of crisis. Turning around on her heel, she noticed a familiar face and moved closer to Blake. He uttered something to Kallie but in her utter state of shock, Ash didn’t hear it. Odette came out of nowhere and flooded Blake with her rant. “Odette, love, don’t you have a student body to handle?” she addressed the president and grabbed Blake by his shirt.
The two had their own history and even some present and while they were rather far from dating, the redheaded male offered Ash quite a few moments of comfort. “She’s…she…is…jesus christ…” Ash mumbled and hid her face in Blake’s chest. “How did this happen? Is somebody targeting the possible prom queens now?” asked Ash who could never be blamed for not having her priorities straight.
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Romeo Hawthorne
the prince
Being the son of one of the most influential people in Eastpoint Haven, Romeo rarely cared about stuff. His name opened all the doors the boy needed so why even bother? He got his way all the time and even managed to have a great time in rehab. All he needed to do was to convince people he was well enough to be allowed to rejoin society and that was basically a piece of cake. One of the nurses was this little adorable brunette with lips that could do wonders. And Romeo happened to have all the right words to convince her to become his silent ally in return for a few services. It was safe to say that they both enjoyed Rome’s stay in the Swiss facility and she helped with the paperwork a lot. Once again, no need for the young Hawthorn to make any effort.
Being at home felt amazing. The only thing he needed to do now was to be careful. His father thought his prodigal son returned all clean and renewed and he needed to remained a firm believer in that fact. It wasn’t like Rome was about to hold some sort of celibate but he needed to be more careful about his lies and his father finding out about his son returning to his usual hobbies. Which was easy enough, the older Hawthorn was flooded with work anyway. So here Rome was, being his usual drug-abusing, fuck boy self.
The pretty brunette put a small wrinkle to his day plan but it was not exactly irreparable. There were plenty of girls who were dying to find out how soft the sheets in Romeo’s bed were and the rich boy was pretty much aware of that. As he was making his way towards the center of mayhem, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings for the possible replacement. Finding a few decent candidates, the brunette reached the first of his best friends asking him what was happening. Blake had no idea but said he was going to find out and as the redheaded boy started to squeeze across the crowd to the front. A familiar voice reached them as the last member of their legendary trio joined them but there was no time for small talk as they all got to the front where the whole chaos was happening.
Glancing inside the chemistry lab, Rome immediately saw the root of all problem here and his stomach somersaulted. Evie Dermot was there in a position similar to the one she took when she accompanied Romeo in this very same chemistry lab the last time he saw her. But that time, she was way more vocal. And way more alive. “Fuck…” Romeo breathed, running his finger through his hair. “Fucking hell…” he added and looked around, trying to read something from the shocked faces of his classmates.
Blake commented on it in his own way, addressing his words to Kallie and Rome smirked, shaking his head. “Dude! Play nice!” he poked him but before he managed to scold him some more, Odette appeared and ranted at Blake, making Rome huff. Ash joined their little group within group and Rome nodded to her words. “Yes, Oddie, don’t you have shit to do?” he smirked at the girl, patting her cheek lightly. Meanwhile, Ryan called out to Tay who was inside as well and Rome approached the girl, pulling her a bit closer. “Come on, sweetcheeks, let’s…” Rome was about to suggest a smoke when he noticed Tay’s face. “Well, I see you had your fun without me. Wanna get some more snacks while they find out what happened?” he grinned, tapping the side of his backpack, hanging from his shoulder.
Being at home felt amazing. The only thing he needed to do now was to be careful. His father thought his prodigal son returned all clean and renewed and he needed to remained a firm believer in that fact. It wasn’t like Rome was about to hold some sort of celibate but he needed to be more careful about his lies and his father finding out about his son returning to his usual hobbies. Which was easy enough, the older Hawthorn was flooded with work anyway. So here Rome was, being his usual drug-abusing, fuck boy self.
The pretty brunette put a small wrinkle to his day plan but it was not exactly irreparable. There were plenty of girls who were dying to find out how soft the sheets in Romeo’s bed were and the rich boy was pretty much aware of that. As he was making his way towards the center of mayhem, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings for the possible replacement. Finding a few decent candidates, the brunette reached the first of his best friends asking him what was happening. Blake had no idea but said he was going to find out and as the redheaded boy started to squeeze across the crowd to the front. A familiar voice reached them as the last member of their legendary trio joined them but there was no time for small talk as they all got to the front where the whole chaos was happening.
Glancing inside the chemistry lab, Rome immediately saw the root of all problem here and his stomach somersaulted. Evie Dermot was there in a position similar to the one she took when she accompanied Romeo in this very same chemistry lab the last time he saw her. But that time, she was way more vocal. And way more alive. “Fuck…” Romeo breathed, running his finger through his hair. “Fucking hell…” he added and looked around, trying to read something from the shocked faces of his classmates.
Blake commented on it in his own way, addressing his words to Kallie and Rome smirked, shaking his head. “Dude! Play nice!” he poked him but before he managed to scold him some more, Odette appeared and ranted at Blake, making Rome huff. Ash joined their little group within group and Rome nodded to her words. “Yes, Oddie, don’t you have shit to do?” he smirked at the girl, patting her cheek lightly. Meanwhile, Ryan called out to Tay who was inside as well and Rome approached the girl, pulling her a bit closer. “Come on, sweetcheeks, let’s…” Rome was about to suggest a smoke when he noticed Tay’s face. “Well, I see you had your fun without me. Wanna get some more snacks while they find out what happened?” he grinned, tapping the side of his backpack, hanging from his shoulder.
in front of chemistry lab
wondering what's up
click!
Blake (
apolla
); Tay, Ryan (
cherry bomb .
); Odette (
aeneas.
)coded by natasha.
cherry bomb .
𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍.
aeneas.
𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚.
♡coded by uxie♡
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
cherry bomb .
𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍.
♡coded by uxie♡
aeneas.
𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚.
♡coded by uxie♡
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aeneas.
𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚.
♡coded by uxie♡
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Ash Davenport
the cheerio
The day was definitely not going the way Ash imagined. Her plan was to come to school, grab that essay from Freddy, ace her History class and start advertising her Halloween party in a little subtle way. It might me over a month earlier but she wanted the whole school to know that the Davenport estate was going to provide the best fun during the spooky season and so there was no reason for anyone to look for entertainment elsewhere. Instead, she was put face to face with a dead body. A fresh corpse. Evelyn Dermot, to top it all off. Ash had never felt her blood freeze and had no idea how it felt. Until that very moment she realized that the corpse on the white counter in the chemistry lab was not staged and it was no joke on the resident scream queen.
Thank god, Blake was there as well and Ash sought refuge in his arms, wondering what this meant. She even posed the question because even though half of those peasants didn’t think the bigger picture, it was obvious that the Killer was going to target the girls who fit his profile. The doll-faced beauties. And Ash was confident enough to know she very well met all his criteria. And no one, not even murderous psycho was going to take the crown away from her. Dead or alive, Ash was going to wear it. After all, it was definitely what Evelyn would have wanted, right? RIGHT?
Kallie seemed to hear her question to Blake and turned to face Ash. Words of scolding laced with panic left her lips and Ash narrowed her eyes at her former friend before rolling them expertly without staining her upper eyelids with mascara. “Ugh, Kallie, just calm your…those are tits?” Ash pointed her manicured red-painted finger at the blonde and drew small invisible circles in the air when pointing at Kallie’s chest area. But then she and Freddy took their leave and Ash just leaned against Blake’s tall frame, enjoying the comfort his arm around her provided. As much as they were only friends with benefits, Ash couldn’t deny she felt something incredibly satisfying when with Blake.
It were the words coming from Freddy before he and Kallie walked away that made Ash perk her head up. If the Porcelain Doll Psycho was truly targeting the popular girls, she was everything but safe. Clenching her jaw to keep herself from letting out a scared squeal crawling out, she tried to swallow the emotions and watched the pair take their leave. “You owe me an essay, Freddy McCoy!” she called after the nerd but Blake caught her attention again when he told her to leave as well. He was right, there was no way the school was going to try and teach that day. Even if someone was that utterly mad, the kids were in no shape to focus anyway, so…good luck.
Ash was still gripping the sleeve of Blake’s varsity jacket when he led her outside. He told her he could use something to take the edge off and Ash nodded with a small mischievous smirk forming on her lips. “You’re speaking my language now, lover boy.” she purred and followed him towards the bleachers. It was a famous makeout spot and so Ash fixed her cherry-flavored lip gloss while walking a few steps after Blake. Imagine her surprise when he brought her to a group of weirdos and asked for a blunt. As he sighed, commenting how better he felt, Ash looked at him with disbelief sparkling in her eyes. “This is what you brought me here for? Seriously, Blake?” she shook her head, resting her hands on her hips. “This loserland…” she pointed around them. “…is your idea of taking the edge off?” Sure, she could leave. But suspicious individuals with glassy eyes were lurking all around and there was no way Ash was leaving on her own. Not with a killer on the loose. Blake brought her here and so he was going to escort her safely out of here as well.
Thank god, Blake was there as well and Ash sought refuge in his arms, wondering what this meant. She even posed the question because even though half of those peasants didn’t think the bigger picture, it was obvious that the Killer was going to target the girls who fit his profile. The doll-faced beauties. And Ash was confident enough to know she very well met all his criteria. And no one, not even murderous psycho was going to take the crown away from her. Dead or alive, Ash was going to wear it. After all, it was definitely what Evelyn would have wanted, right? RIGHT?
Kallie seemed to hear her question to Blake and turned to face Ash. Words of scolding laced with panic left her lips and Ash narrowed her eyes at her former friend before rolling them expertly without staining her upper eyelids with mascara. “Ugh, Kallie, just calm your…those are tits?” Ash pointed her manicured red-painted finger at the blonde and drew small invisible circles in the air when pointing at Kallie’s chest area. But then she and Freddy took their leave and Ash just leaned against Blake’s tall frame, enjoying the comfort his arm around her provided. As much as they were only friends with benefits, Ash couldn’t deny she felt something incredibly satisfying when with Blake.
It were the words coming from Freddy before he and Kallie walked away that made Ash perk her head up. If the Porcelain Doll Psycho was truly targeting the popular girls, she was everything but safe. Clenching her jaw to keep herself from letting out a scared squeal crawling out, she tried to swallow the emotions and watched the pair take their leave. “You owe me an essay, Freddy McCoy!” she called after the nerd but Blake caught her attention again when he told her to leave as well. He was right, there was no way the school was going to try and teach that day. Even if someone was that utterly mad, the kids were in no shape to focus anyway, so…good luck.
Ash was still gripping the sleeve of Blake’s varsity jacket when he led her outside. He told her he could use something to take the edge off and Ash nodded with a small mischievous smirk forming on her lips. “You’re speaking my language now, lover boy.” she purred and followed him towards the bleachers. It was a famous makeout spot and so Ash fixed her cherry-flavored lip gloss while walking a few steps after Blake. Imagine her surprise when he brought her to a group of weirdos and asked for a blunt. As he sighed, commenting how better he felt, Ash looked at him with disbelief sparkling in her eyes. “This is what you brought me here for? Seriously, Blake?” she shook her head, resting her hands on her hips. “This loserland…” she pointed around them. “…is your idea of taking the edge off?” Sure, she could leave. But suspicious individuals with glassy eyes were lurking all around and there was no way Ash was leaving on her own. Not with a killer on the loose. Blake brought her here and so he was going to escort her safely out of here as well.
coded by natasha.
_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
Romeo Hawthorne
the prince
Had Romeo known what a sight was going to be offered in front of the chem lab, he would have stayed for sure only to see Freddy the conspiracy nerd to invite a girl over to his cave. The fact that it was Kallie Zabielski was even more priceless. Despite anything what Blake had to say about her, Rome liked the small blonde and she was like a younger sister to him. After all, it was Kallie who always got in the car and came to pick wasted Blake and Rome from whatever hellhole they were in. Blake usually bitched about her jeep being a death trap but Rome was just glad that they were going home safe and sound and that no one robbed them. Probably. He could never be too sure because sometimes, admittedly, he blacked out only to come back to his true mind some time later. He never knew what happened to him during those times and one could only hope that none of his shenanigans would come back to bite him in the ass.
But seeing a corpse was too much even for a dude with iron stomach like Romeo and when he saw Taylor lurking inside, that was his cue. He approached another girl he considered as close as his sibling and when she finally made her way out of the lab, he pulled her closer, offering a small trip for snacks. She turned her slightly hazed eyes at him and mentioned another smoke. A small set of giggles leaving her lips brought a grin to Rome’s face as well but he didn’t say anything, just made sure Tay was by his side when he walked away from the crime scene. Blake had his hands full with Ash apparently and Ryan had his own worries. Rome had shit ton of stuff on him again and Tay was still rather high. The last thing both of them needed was a pack of cop dogs so leaving was the best option here.
Their steps indeed led to the closest vending machine even though Rome was definitely not interested in a bag of Reese’s or some soda. His mind was reeling and while he put on his brave and indifferent face, his insides were raging. Evelyn was dead. And it was just a few days ago that she was with him, more than alive. He would know, they were in the chem lab together and thank god it was after school or else everyone would have known they were there. Was it something he had to tell the police? Should he admit he fucked her there? Or just stay quiet? Was it even something suspicious? Jesus, he never should’ve… Rome’s head was spinning and he felt sick. Why did he even bother waking up in the morning? The day seemed to be going to shit anyway…
It was Taylor’s voice that tore him out of his reverie when she asked him to hide her while she applied eye drops in her face. Rome smirked but moved her to the wall. He himself positioned himself so she was standing between him and the vending machine, his elbow leaning against the wall. Rome’s frame was tall and buffed enough to hide a girl like Tay and we watched her to fish out a small bottle from her bag and tilt it at her eyes. His other hand slipped inside the back pocket of his jeans and he pulled out two things. A cigarette pack and a box of mints. “You know, I said snacks but what I really meant…” he grinned, handing her the cigarettes, packed with several nicely rolled joints. He himself opened the small metal box and places one piece of candy on his tongue to dissolve. “In case you were wondering, those are not mints. I can share those as well if interested.” he grinned, his eyes shining with excitement as he shook the small box, candy inside clanging against its walls. “No pressure, of course.”
But seeing a corpse was too much even for a dude with iron stomach like Romeo and when he saw Taylor lurking inside, that was his cue. He approached another girl he considered as close as his sibling and when she finally made her way out of the lab, he pulled her closer, offering a small trip for snacks. She turned her slightly hazed eyes at him and mentioned another smoke. A small set of giggles leaving her lips brought a grin to Rome’s face as well but he didn’t say anything, just made sure Tay was by his side when he walked away from the crime scene. Blake had his hands full with Ash apparently and Ryan had his own worries. Rome had shit ton of stuff on him again and Tay was still rather high. The last thing both of them needed was a pack of cop dogs so leaving was the best option here.
Their steps indeed led to the closest vending machine even though Rome was definitely not interested in a bag of Reese’s or some soda. His mind was reeling and while he put on his brave and indifferent face, his insides were raging. Evelyn was dead. And it was just a few days ago that she was with him, more than alive. He would know, they were in the chem lab together and thank god it was after school or else everyone would have known they were there. Was it something he had to tell the police? Should he admit he fucked her there? Or just stay quiet? Was it even something suspicious? Jesus, he never should’ve… Rome’s head was spinning and he felt sick. Why did he even bother waking up in the morning? The day seemed to be going to shit anyway…
It was Taylor’s voice that tore him out of his reverie when she asked him to hide her while she applied eye drops in her face. Rome smirked but moved her to the wall. He himself positioned himself so she was standing between him and the vending machine, his elbow leaning against the wall. Rome’s frame was tall and buffed enough to hide a girl like Tay and we watched her to fish out a small bottle from her bag and tilt it at her eyes. His other hand slipped inside the back pocket of his jeans and he pulled out two things. A cigarette pack and a box of mints. “You know, I said snacks but what I really meant…” he grinned, handing her the cigarettes, packed with several nicely rolled joints. He himself opened the small metal box and places one piece of candy on his tongue to dissolve. “In case you were wondering, those are not mints. I can share those as well if interested.” he grinned, his eyes shining with excitement as he shook the small box, candy inside clanging against its walls. “No pressure, of course.”
coded by natasha.
cherry bomb .
𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍.
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cherry bomb .
𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍.
♡coded by uxie♡
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
coded by natasha.
cherry bomb .
𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍.
♡coded by uxie♡
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