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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
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[div class=post]Despite the fact that the party was at her place, Zoey wasn't flitting about, making sure people weren't breaking things or spilling drinks. Caring that much about cleanliness wasn't in her nature, especially considering the cleaning lady would be in at six AM to do a deep clean of the house. Beth wasn't unfamiliar with Zoey and her ways, and bless her heart, she never said a word to Zoey's parents.
Not that they'd care.
Nearly snorting at the thought, Zoey stood in her younger sisters doorway, leaning against the doorframe. Maddie never participated in the parties or the extracurriculars that Zoey herself indulged in, which was probably a good thing. While the party would rage on downstairs (and sometimes even upstairs) Maddie would just lock her door and read a book or sleep. Zoey's youngest siblings, the twins, were out of town with her parents. Also probably a good thing.
"You sure you don't wanna come see what the fuss is about?" Zoey asked the younger girl. "You'll be in high school next year. Might wanna see what goes on at a party."
"Not a chance." Maddie turned the page in the book she was reading, not even looking up. "Have fun, though."
"Whatever." Laughing at Maddie's predictability, she turned and headed to her room to get changed. As she was pulling on her leopard leotard, she spotted the picture on her dresser, the one that she didn't have the heart to take down. It always caught her attention, but tonight, it pulled extra hard on her heartstrings. It was of her, Alison, Madi and Brooks. Back when things were good. Before the prank, before Ali's disappearance and murder.
Slipping into her heeled boots, she approached the picture and placed it face down in its designated spot. Tonight was about having fun, not reminiscing on the past. Turning, she stalked from the room, noticing that Maddie had already shut her door. She knocked on it as she passed, heading downstairs to greet her guests as they started to arrive.
Before she knew it, the party was in full swing, the picture and her sister forgotten. She was three shots in, beer in hand as she socialized. Eventually, the inside of the house got too hot and she made her way to the back deck, where she pulled a cigarette from her jacket pocket and lit it.
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Madelaine had changed about fives times before finally choosing something she liked enough to wear to Zoey's party. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked up the driveway. She didn't bother to knock, just pushing the slightly cracked door open and waltzed right in.
As usual she was late and the party was already going. People were dancing, yelling, playing beer pong, smoking and she was fairly certain she saw someone in their underwear.
She jumped a little as Drew popped up behind her and offered a shot. "I've been here all of ten seconds and you're already trying to get me drunk?" she teased, taking the shot of whatever without question. She downed it, making a slight face and handing the glass back to him. "Yuck! You know I hate vodka." she groaned before asking him if he'd seen Zoey anywhere.
She soon found herself outside her eyes scanning the deck until they landed on Zoey. "Hey! Never takes long for things to get wild around here," she joked, "I just saw some guy running around your living room in his boxers," she added with a laugh.
As usual she was late and the party was already going. People were dancing, yelling, playing beer pong, smoking and she was fairly certain she saw someone in their underwear.
She jumped a little as Drew popped up behind her and offered a shot. "I've been here all of ten seconds and you're already trying to get me drunk?" she teased, taking the shot of whatever without question. She downed it, making a slight face and handing the glass back to him. "Yuck! You know I hate vodka." she groaned before asking him if he'd seen Zoey anywhere.
She soon found herself outside her eyes scanning the deck until they landed on Zoey. "Hey! Never takes long for things to get wild around here," she joked, "I just saw some guy running around your living room in his boxers," she added with a laugh.
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Brooklyn Adams
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Brooks stood on the driveway of Zoey's house, contemplating whether to go in or not. This house had been one of the few places where she hung out with her former friends, Zoey, Madelaine and... Alison. Those were the gold old days. She was popular and had friends but now, she was lacking both the popularity and friendship.
Before the prank which took away everything from her, she never even gave a second thought before entering Zoey's house, it had felt like home but now, her feet were frozen on spot. There were going to be people in that house, the people she was not prepared to see and she was nervous. The therapy sessions she took this summer break had helped her but she was not sure if she was confident enough to go back to a party on the anniversary of that prank. What if something bad happened again?
When she received the invite to the back to school party at Zoey's house, she was socked, to say the least. She had not expected to be invited to any party, especially not Zoey's party. When she had opened the envelope, it seemed like a standard invitation, nothing special but at the back of it, there was a signature in red. She was confused. Why would Zoey sign her name as A but she let it be, thinking maybe someone else had sent it on her behalf.
It took her a lot of courage but she got ready for the party, trying to look her best. But now that she had reached the venue, it seemed like a bad idea to go inside. Everyone was going to be there, Zoey, Madelaine, Andrew and Nate...probably. This was going to be her first interaction with all of them outside of school after the prank. Was she ready for it? No. Was she going to go in despite not being ready? Maybe.
Brooks took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. This was it. She opened it and entered the party which was in full swing.
Before the prank which took away everything from her, she never even gave a second thought before entering Zoey's house, it had felt like home but now, her feet were frozen on spot. There were going to be people in that house, the people she was not prepared to see and she was nervous. The therapy sessions she took this summer break had helped her but she was not sure if she was confident enough to go back to a party on the anniversary of that prank. What if something bad happened again?
When she received the invite to the back to school party at Zoey's house, she was socked, to say the least. She had not expected to be invited to any party, especially not Zoey's party. When she had opened the envelope, it seemed like a standard invitation, nothing special but at the back of it, there was a signature in red. She was confused. Why would Zoey sign her name as A but she let it be, thinking maybe someone else had sent it on her behalf.
It took her a lot of courage but she got ready for the party, trying to look her best. But now that she had reached the venue, it seemed like a bad idea to go inside. Everyone was going to be there, Zoey, Madelaine, Andrew and Nate...probably. This was going to be her first interaction with all of them outside of school after the prank. Was she ready for it? No. Was she going to go in despite not being ready? Maybe.
Brooks took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. This was it. She opened it and entered the party which was in full swing.
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[div class=quote]❝ Poems are easier to understand than people. ❞[/div]
[div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Hailey was really confused as to why she was here. Zoey had invited her because they'd worked on projects together before and were working on one again and she probably hadn't meant it. They weren't exactly friends, but she was nice enough. Certainly nicer than the inner circle generally was. Nicer than she really deserved, she supposed.
It had been her stepfather's idea to actually come. She'd been good with skipping it entirely, pretending she hadn't heard about this party. Parties weren't her idea of fun - her idea of a party was more along the lines of a night of Clue.
And yet, here she was, standing in the entryway, watching her classmates dance and do some crazy crap while she figured out a plan of escape. She had to get out - SHE SAW SOMEONE NAKED. This was not her scene.
Hailey found the stairs and quickly ran up them. Making her way down the hallway, she found a secluded corner and sat there. Better she listen to the music here than blow out her eardrums. And besides, now she could think up a new poem in peace. Hopefully no one would find her here...[/div][/div]
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Drew had been at the party for a while now and he was already buzzing quite a bit. He'd only had about three beers but it was the many shots he'd already managed to knock back that got him. He was just about to knock back another when he saw Madi. "Mads! Heyyyyy." he shouted, not noticing when she jumped a little. "Take this, it's good..." he said, holding out the glass with the clear liquid in it.
As expected she didn't asked what it was, and he laughed rather loudly when she made a face and playfully shoved him for giving her vodka. When she wandered away in search of Zoey he set the glass down and made his way back towards the kitchen for another beer.
As he did, his eyes caught another familiar face walking in the door. Brooks? What was she doing here? It was odd that Zoey would've invited her, right? He chose to avoid her and ducked into the kitchen instead.
Maybe he should've went over to her but after the prank last year, he hadn't really spoken to her. Things were complicated, he had an image to uphold. God, why did he care so much about that? Was that really who he was now? He shook the thoughts and popped open another bottle, gulping the cold brew quickly to enhance his buzz even more.
As expected she didn't asked what it was, and he laughed rather loudly when she made a face and playfully shoved him for giving her vodka. When she wandered away in search of Zoey he set the glass down and made his way back towards the kitchen for another beer.
As he did, his eyes caught another familiar face walking in the door. Brooks? What was she doing here? It was odd that Zoey would've invited her, right? He chose to avoid her and ducked into the kitchen instead.
Maybe he should've went over to her but after the prank last year, he hadn't really spoken to her. Things were complicated, he had an image to uphold. God, why did he care so much about that? Was that really who he was now? He shook the thoughts and popped open another bottle, gulping the cold brew quickly to enhance his buzz even more.
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Vi_Vi_
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Roy pulled his car into a parking spot right across the street from what he assumed to be Zoey’s house. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone to double check the address that Nate had texted him. He was half-hoping he’d driven to the completely wrong side of town. Unfortunately, he’d made it. The house was in a wealthy area of town, much nicer than where Royce lived. Frankly, the size of it intimidated him. Leaning back into the driver’s seat, he moved to take off his seatbelt, but his hands froze right on the button. Did he really need to go inside? He doubted anyone had really taken note of him in his car, scanning the place like an undercover cop. Highschool parties were another thing on Royce’s “Avoid If You Want To Survive” list, but then again, Ali had been, too. He winced as the thoughts of her passed through his mind. It felt wrong to be at a party without her, to be in the spotlight without her. The news of her death had just broken about a month ago, not that it had surprised him. He was a realist, after all. Yet, he still cried when his mom had sat him down at the kitchen table and told him. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t get to enjoy some party, not right now.
After a few moments of back and forth with himself, Roy finally unbuckled his seat belt. It’s okay to move on, he’d decided. Ali’s gone and him being all upset about it wasn’t going to change that. Nothing would. The best he could do was try to enjoy what little of highschool he had left. Well, that’s what Nate had said, anyways. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he climbed out of the car and locked it. He noticed someone standing in the driveway as he crossed the street, was that Brooks? As he got closer, he realized it was in fact the girl whose life he’d practically ruined. Ali had roped him into this elaborate plan to take Drew down, at least that’s what he’d been told. He hadn’t realized who else he’d hurt. In fact, it pissed him off that Brooks was the one who really took the fall from that night. She had always been nice to Roy. He watched her walk in through the front door and scolded himself mentally after realizing he’d been staring. Hard. Way to be a creep. “Hopefully she didn’t see that.” He thought as he followed suit and walked into the house.
He’d only ever been to one highschool party before, but it hadn’t been a Zoey Thompkins party. Her notorious party girl reputation showed out when she threw parties, at least that’s what he had heard. The smell of alcohol and marijuana filled the air and people were dancing along to the blaring music. Somebody was running around in their underwear. He expected nothing less of a party of this stature. He looked around and his eyes landed on the kitchen. Pushing his way through the crowd, he somehow made it there without being pulled into a dance circle. For that, he was mighty thankful.
Letting out a hefty sigh, he pulled out his phone again and shot Nate a text: “wya? just got here, in kitchen.” He wasn’t about to suffer through this party alone, especially since Nate was the whole reason he had come. Shoving his phone away, he looked about the kitchen and he realized that he had escaped one danger only to walk right into another. Andrew Hayes was standing there, chugging a beer. “Oh fuck me.” He blurted out. Roy had meant to say that in his head. Drew and Roy had a complicated history and it was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. Clearing his throat, he moved to the counter and grabbed himself a Sprite. This was gonna be a long night. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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Vi_Vi_
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Roy pulled his car into a parking spot right across the street from what he assumed to be Zoey’s house. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone to double check the address that Nate had texted him. He was half-hoping he’d driven to the completely wrong side of town. Unfortunately, he’d made it. The house was in a wealthy area of town, much nicer than where Royce lived. Frankly, the size of it intimidated him. Leaning back into the driver’s seat, he moved to take off his seatbelt, but his hands froze right on the button. Did he really need to go inside? He doubted anyone had really taken note of him in his car, scanning the place like an undercover cop. Highschool parties were another thing on Royce’s “Avoid If You Want To Survive” list, but then again, Ali had been, too. He winced as the thoughts of her passed through his mind. It felt wrong to be at a party without her, to be in the spotlight without her. The news of her death had just broken about a month ago, not that it had surprised him. He was a realist, after all. Yet, he still cried when his mom had sat him down at the kitchen table and told him. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t get to enjoy some party, not right now.
After a few moments of back and forth with himself, Roy finally unbuckled his seat belt. It’s okay to move on, he’d decided. Ali’s gone and him being all upset about it wasn’t going to change that. Nothing would. The best he could do was try to enjoy what little of highschool he had left. Well, that’s what Nate had said, anyways. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he climbed out of the car and locked it. He noticed someone standing in the driveway as he crossed the street, was that Brooks? As he got closer, he realized it was in fact the girl whose life he’d practically ruined. Ali had roped him into this elaborate plan to take Drew down, at least that’s what he’d been told. He hadn’t realized who else he’d hurt. In fact, it pissed him off that Brooks was the one who really took the fall from that night. She had always been nice to Roy. He watched her walk in through the front door and scolded himself mentally after realizing he’d been staring. Hard. Way to be a creep. “Hopefully she didn’t see that.” He thought as he followed suit and walked into the house.
He’d only ever been to one highschool party before, but it hadn’t been a Zoey Thompkins party. Her notorious party girl reputation showed out when she threw parties, at least that’s what he had heard. The smell of alcohol and marijuana filled the air and people were dancing along to the blaring music. Somebody was running around in their underwear. He expected nothing less of a party of this stature. He looked around and his eyes landed on the kitchen. Pushing his way through the crowd, he somehow made it there without being pulled into a dance circle. For that, he was mighty thankful.
Letting out a hefty sigh, he pulled out his phone again and shot Nate a text: “wya? just got here, in kitchen.” He wasn’t about to suffer through this party alone, especially since Nate was the whole reason he had come. Shoving his phone away, he looked about the kitchen and he realized that he had escaped one danger only to walk right into another. Andrew Hayes was standing there, chugging a beer. “Oh fuck me.” He blurted out. Roy had meant to say that in his head. Drew and Roy had a complicated history and it was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. Clearing his throat, he moved to the counter and grabbed himself a Sprite. This was gonna be a long night. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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The thing about Weeping Willow Heights was that when it was hot it was hot. Hot and suffocating with the sun beating down on the town below and even at night the heat remained - the only relief a cool breeze in the air. Nate didn’t mind the heat but he couldn't help but wish for some rain. There was something about the way it sounded when droplets of water collided with a hard surface, bursting to create their own little puddles that he liked and found relaxing and considering the date he really could do with something to help him calm down. Rain could be soft and quiet and gentle or it could be loud and hard, the kind of fat water droplets that you really feel when they fall on you where it's almost like a punch to the gut. It had been raining like that when they announced Alison's murder, an abnormal summer downpour that he was sure she'd have loved could she have seen it. She liked big dramatic moments like that. Had liked at least. It felt almost surreal that she was gone, she'd been an imposing presence on the town and it had been impossible to not know who she was and now she was gone and they were all left filling in the gaps she'd left behind. He shook his head as if to shake away the increasingly sombre and depressing path his thoughts were starting to take. He didn't need to be thinking about that, not today of all days. The anniversary of the night everything imploded; Alison disappearing and the dreaded prank ousting Brooks from her Queen Bee position allowing Madi to take the throne. And then just as he thought things were settling down into their new normal the police had announced she was murdered and so the questions and whispers and finger pointing had begun. He guessed it was only going to get worse once they got back to school.
He ran along the road, hoping he wasn't going to completely ruin the clothes he was wearing - it was a short jog from his house to Zoey's and he hadn't wanted to drive knowing he'd be forced to abandon the car later or just hope he didn't get pulled over for drink driving. He had last year and he thought his Father was going to kill him in a rare fit of actual parental care from the man. Since then he'd started to just run to places or get a lift off of someone else, it wasn't like that was hard for him - half the time he ended up going to somebody else's home and waking up there in the morning - shoving on his clothes and sneaking out before their parents could notice his presence. He'd only been caught once, thankfully.
He came up to Zoey's house and grinned at the sight of the party being in fully swing, he could hear the music from the sidewalk and see people smoking out front. He nodded and waved to some familiar faces as he headed inside, grabbing a shot from a table as he went - knocking it back and enjoying the way it burnt the back of his throat. He noticed Brooks off in the distance and froze for a second at the sight of his friend/ex/acquaintance, he wasn't sure how to react to her presence and he couldn't work out why Zoey would have invited her. Not with Madi and Drew being in attendance. That was either going to be a mood killer for everyone involved or provide some extra entertainment for those present. He wasn't quite sure which option he was routing for. Brooks was a complicated situation and he hadn't really spoken to her since the prank gone wrong and a lot had changed since then. Now he didn't know where they stood and didn't want to find out.
Nate hadn't been at the party very long by the time Roy's text came through but he was already starting to feel the buzz, the music was pounding to the point where he could practically feel the beat in his bones and the alcohol was flowing steadily around him. He'd already seen a guy wearing nothing but his underwear and Nate had cheered as the guy had ran past him, he wished he had the confidence to do that - if he was drunker maybe he could have. He once filled his Dad's pool with beer and that had been a good time for all but he hadn't quite ever gotten to that level. Zoey's parties were always bound to have something interesting happen though. Zoey could always be trusted to throw a good party, she was known throughout town for throwing the best ones and he knew that at some point later in the night there would be much more than just alcohol around, he could still smell the marijuana being smoked on the deck and he was hoping someone would bring something a bit stronger later on. Something he fully intended to sample. Especially since he wasn't planning on going home tonight. His Mother wasn't in town, she was across the country at some event that he hadn't listened to her explain whilst his Father was off on yet another golfing trip with his lawyer friends and so he fully intended to enjoy the night - not that either of his parents would have been waiting up for him even if they had been in town. He waved off his present company and headed over to the Kitchen, he knew Zoey's house like the back of his hand just from the number of parities she threw so it didn't take very long for him to find Roy. "Rooyy!" He called out, only slurring slightly as he made his way into the kitchen. Darting past the groups of people gathered around the counters and bounding over to him. "Glad you came! Wasn't sure you'd make it-" He eyed up the sprite in his friends hand and shook his head, "Please tell me you're planning to have something stronger than that, you're allowed to live a little Roy." He looked over Roy's shoulder and his eyes widened at the sight of Drew, he was about to wave the guy over when he noticed how studiously Roy was avoiding Drew's gaze and draped his hand over Roy's shoulder instead - leaning in conspiratorially. "Today of all days you're going to want something stronger than that, I'm sure I could find someone willing to give you something to take the edge off."
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He ran along the road, hoping he wasn't going to completely ruin the clothes he was wearing - it was a short jog from his house to Zoey's and he hadn't wanted to drive knowing he'd be forced to abandon the car later or just hope he didn't get pulled over for drink driving. He had last year and he thought his Father was going to kill him in a rare fit of actual parental care from the man. Since then he'd started to just run to places or get a lift off of someone else, it wasn't like that was hard for him - half the time he ended up going to somebody else's home and waking up there in the morning - shoving on his clothes and sneaking out before their parents could notice his presence. He'd only been caught once, thankfully.
He came up to Zoey's house and grinned at the sight of the party being in fully swing, he could hear the music from the sidewalk and see people smoking out front. He nodded and waved to some familiar faces as he headed inside, grabbing a shot from a table as he went - knocking it back and enjoying the way it burnt the back of his throat. He noticed Brooks off in the distance and froze for a second at the sight of his friend/ex/acquaintance, he wasn't sure how to react to her presence and he couldn't work out why Zoey would have invited her. Not with Madi and Drew being in attendance. That was either going to be a mood killer for everyone involved or provide some extra entertainment for those present. He wasn't quite sure which option he was routing for. Brooks was a complicated situation and he hadn't really spoken to her since the prank gone wrong and a lot had changed since then. Now he didn't know where they stood and didn't want to find out.
Nate hadn't been at the party very long by the time Roy's text came through but he was already starting to feel the buzz, the music was pounding to the point where he could practically feel the beat in his bones and the alcohol was flowing steadily around him. He'd already seen a guy wearing nothing but his underwear and Nate had cheered as the guy had ran past him, he wished he had the confidence to do that - if he was drunker maybe he could have. He once filled his Dad's pool with beer and that had been a good time for all but he hadn't quite ever gotten to that level. Zoey's parties were always bound to have something interesting happen though. Zoey could always be trusted to throw a good party, she was known throughout town for throwing the best ones and he knew that at some point later in the night there would be much more than just alcohol around, he could still smell the marijuana being smoked on the deck and he was hoping someone would bring something a bit stronger later on. Something he fully intended to sample. Especially since he wasn't planning on going home tonight. His Mother wasn't in town, she was across the country at some event that he hadn't listened to her explain whilst his Father was off on yet another golfing trip with his lawyer friends and so he fully intended to enjoy the night - not that either of his parents would have been waiting up for him even if they had been in town. He waved off his present company and headed over to the Kitchen, he knew Zoey's house like the back of his hand just from the number of parities she threw so it didn't take very long for him to find Roy. "Rooyy!" He called out, only slurring slightly as he made his way into the kitchen. Darting past the groups of people gathered around the counters and bounding over to him. "Glad you came! Wasn't sure you'd make it-" He eyed up the sprite in his friends hand and shook his head, "Please tell me you're planning to have something stronger than that, you're allowed to live a little Roy." He looked over Roy's shoulder and his eyes widened at the sight of Drew, he was about to wave the guy over when he noticed how studiously Roy was avoiding Drew's gaze and draped his hand over Roy's shoulder instead - leaning in conspiratorially. "Today of all days you're going to want something stronger than that, I'm sure I could find someone willing to give you something to take the edge off."
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[div class=post]Zoey had barely inhaled a second time on the cigarette before she heard a familiar voice speaking. Assuming the voice was speaking to her, Zoey looked up, a grin appearing on her features both at recognizing Madi and her words about the guy in his boxers. "Are you serious?" Already knowing the answer to that question, Zoey just hung her head in mock shame.
A moment later, her head was popping back up, though she appeared far from shameful. People getting naked at her parties was not a new thing, for sure. Hence why Maddie locked her door. There were plenty of people who made their way upstairs to hook up or do whatever, and Maddie made it clear that she wanted no part of it.
Oh, well. Maybe one day.
Taking another drag off of the cigarette, Zoey's gaze flicked back over to Madi. "Honestly, that shirt makes your boobs look fantastic." Smirking, she studied her friend for a moment longer before looking back out at the party. At least, what she could see of it. The music was loud enough to be heard out here, though slightly muted thanks to the sliding glass doors. The pool was still open, and there were people skinny dipping. Zoey thought she might join them later.
"I need a shot. Or five." Laughing, she flicked her cigarette into the lawn with little regard for where it landed. Nodding for Madi to follow, Zoey made her way back into the house and into the kitchen. Snagging a liquor bottle off the counter, she unscrewed the top and took a swig. "Well, well, well. Who do we have here?"
Spotting Nate and Royce, Zoey slid closer to the latter, eyeing him carefully. "I know you. How do I know you?"
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As soon as Brooks entered the house, it almost seemed like everyone at the party stopped to look at her. People were staring and whispering to each other. This scene reminded Brooks of the first day she went to school after that prank. She was the centre of attention that day but that attention was good. Today? Not so much. It felt like hours had passed but it was probably just a few seconds. People were not going to leave what they were doing, especially at Zoey's party, to care that she had appeared out of the blue. She wanted to escape from there very badly.
Bless the guy running around in his underwear, he provided Brooks the escape she needed. He took the spotlight away from her, enabling her to slip into the shadows. She wondered whether it was necessary to meet the host of the party because she definitely did not want to. It was Zoey after all, the same Zoey who supported Alison and even Drew but not her. Clearly, Brooks was not as much of a close friend of hers as Zoey had made it seem. Why did she even invite her to the party? After an entire year of almost zero communication, she suddenly sent an invitation to Brooks and what's more? She did not even write her name, just a random letter.
Brooks wondered if it was too late to leave now. As she was about to go back outside, her eye caught a familiar face. It was Nate, standing in the kitchen with his childhood best friend, Royce. She really hoped he wouldn't see her since she had no wish to meet her beloved ex boyfriend at whose party her infamous tape was telecast. Seeing that there was nowhere else to go at that moment, she quickly climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Had he noticed her though? What did it matter anyway?...Right?
Down the hallway, she saw a girl sitting in a secluded corner. At first she could not recognize her, she was clearly not Zoey's little bookworm sister Maddie. Then it clicked. Hailey Murray? What was she doing at a party? Wait, no. What was she doing in Zoey's party? Hailey, as far as Brooks knew, was more of the introvert kind, always staying in the background. She only knew about her because, even after being popular, she paid attention to people who stayed quiet or were bullied. She had been in their place once and now, she was there again. Since there was no one else around and it was rude to ignore people straightaway, Brooks thought of striking conversation.
"Hey, I know you."
Bless the guy running around in his underwear, he provided Brooks the escape she needed. He took the spotlight away from her, enabling her to slip into the shadows. She wondered whether it was necessary to meet the host of the party because she definitely did not want to. It was Zoey after all, the same Zoey who supported Alison and even Drew but not her. Clearly, Brooks was not as much of a close friend of hers as Zoey had made it seem. Why did she even invite her to the party? After an entire year of almost zero communication, she suddenly sent an invitation to Brooks and what's more? She did not even write her name, just a random letter.
Brooks wondered if it was too late to leave now. As she was about to go back outside, her eye caught a familiar face. It was Nate, standing in the kitchen with his childhood best friend, Royce. She really hoped he wouldn't see her since she had no wish to meet her beloved ex boyfriend at whose party her infamous tape was telecast. Seeing that there was nowhere else to go at that moment, she quickly climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Had he noticed her though? What did it matter anyway?...Right?
Down the hallway, she saw a girl sitting in a secluded corner. At first she could not recognize her, she was clearly not Zoey's little bookworm sister Maddie. Then it clicked. Hailey Murray? What was she doing at a party? Wait, no. What was she doing in Zoey's party? Hailey, as far as Brooks knew, was more of the introvert kind, always staying in the background. She only knew about her because, even after being popular, she paid attention to people who stayed quiet or were bullied. She had been in their place once and now, she was there again. Since there was no one else around and it was rude to ignore people straightaway, Brooks thought of striking conversation.
"Hey, I know you."
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Just as Drew downed the cold brew in his hand he heard Royce's unmistakable voice. He spun around to see his former friend and scoffed. "Sprite? Don't you ever loosen up?" he poked fun at him. The two kinda had a long and complicated up history with one another.
Although Drew liked to pretend that he wasn't at fault for their falling out years ago, he knew that he was. After all, he had a choice that day and he chose popularity over his friendship with Roy. It wasn't a choice that he regretted. At least that's what he told himself.
He was about to speak again when Nate waltzed in and started to talk to Royce. Drew laughed to himself before grabbing bottle of Vodka and holding it up. "Anyone want a shot? Not you Royce, we all know you'd rather sip water." he teased. It was pretty clear that he was already buzzed. "Don't let his goody-two-shoes side fool you guys though." he added with a chuckle.
He poured a few shots into random glasses sitting around. "Cheers." he said, taking three of them himself and leaving the rest for whoever. He could feel the liquor burn his throat as it went down, a good sign that he would be fucked up pretty soon.
Although Drew liked to pretend that he wasn't at fault for their falling out years ago, he knew that he was. After all, he had a choice that day and he chose popularity over his friendship with Roy. It wasn't a choice that he regretted. At least that's what he told himself.
He was about to speak again when Nate waltzed in and started to talk to Royce. Drew laughed to himself before grabbing bottle of Vodka and holding it up. "Anyone want a shot? Not you Royce, we all know you'd rather sip water." he teased. It was pretty clear that he was already buzzed. "Don't let his goody-two-shoes side fool you guys though." he added with a chuckle.
He poured a few shots into random glasses sitting around. "Cheers." he said, taking three of them himself and leaving the rest for whoever. He could feel the liquor burn his throat as it went down, a good sign that he would be fucked up pretty soon.
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Madelaine looked down at her assets whenever her friend commented on them. "Thanks! I thought so too," she beamed, a short laugh escaping her lips. She didn't hesitate in following behind Zoey, especially at the mention of shots.
"Hey, Nate." she said simply as they walked up to where he and Royce. Madelaine only knew Royce because of Drew. She had known Drew since they were about twelve due to how close their mothers were. In turn, she knew Royce because back then he and Drew were practically best friends.
She also knew their shifty history, not because Drew had told her but because she'd been a part of it. She practically ruined their friendship herself. She had suggested to Ali that they bring Drew into their inner circle, which she was open to with one condition. "He has to cut off that loser friend of his. We have an image to uphold, Laney."
When Madi told Drew what Ali had said, he hesitated and in all honesty he probably would have declined the offer. Unfortunately for Royce, Madelaine was really persuasive and Drew eventually gave in. She didn't think of or even care how it affected Royce.
She saw the shots Drew was giving out, and shook her head. No way was he getting her to drink vodka twice in one night. She laughed at his comment to Royce, paying no mind to the fact that he was standing right beside her. It didn't matter to her. She grabbed a nearby liquor bottle and poured about three shots worth of the liquid down into her mouth before putting it back.
"Hey, Nate." she said simply as they walked up to where he and Royce. Madelaine only knew Royce because of Drew. She had known Drew since they were about twelve due to how close their mothers were. In turn, she knew Royce because back then he and Drew were practically best friends.
She also knew their shifty history, not because Drew had told her but because she'd been a part of it. She practically ruined their friendship herself. She had suggested to Ali that they bring Drew into their inner circle, which she was open to with one condition. "He has to cut off that loser friend of his. We have an image to uphold, Laney."
When Madi told Drew what Ali had said, he hesitated and in all honesty he probably would have declined the offer. Unfortunately for Royce, Madelaine was really persuasive and Drew eventually gave in. She didn't think of or even care how it affected Royce.
She saw the shots Drew was giving out, and shook her head. No way was he getting her to drink vodka twice in one night. She laughed at his comment to Royce, paying no mind to the fact that he was standing right beside her. It didn't matter to her. She grabbed a nearby liquor bottle and poured about three shots worth of the liquid down into her mouth before putting it back.
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Royce fiddled with the soda can tab, desperately trying to distract himself from his environment. Alcohol, drugs, old friends, mean girls, guys running around half-naked, and a million other catalysts for disaster all gathered under one roof. Zoey Thompkins roof. Roy was essentially living out one of his many nightmares. Drew’s comment on his drink choice pulled him out of his thoughts, but he simply rolled his eyes. What he wanted to say was that he loosened up Ali, but he wasn’t that bold. Plus, it wasn’t like Roy didn’t enjoy drinking. Beers with his dad during football season were unmatched. He’d just rather not lose any control in such a precarious situation.Though, it did bug him about how petty Drew was. Highschool had changed his old friend a lot, but it wasn’t Roy’s place to worry. Not anymore.
He got lost in toying around with the soda can again and soon enough he heard Nate call out his name. With his thumb still caught in the tab, Roy spun around less than gracefully to greet his friend and managed to cut his thumb in the process. “Aw fuck!” He hissed, switching his Sprite to his other hand and lifting his thumb to his mouth. “Hey! Yeah, you having fun?” Roy flashed a smile at his friend before moving to the sink so he could wash his cut. He’d need a bandaid. “Living and dying are two sides of the same coin, my friend.” He muttered, and then immediately wished he hadn’t. A comment about death was the last thing he should’ve made, especially right now. “I’m really on a roll tonight.” He thought to himself as he turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around his cut. Roy looked to his friend and watched his face change as he looked past Roy’s shoulder, probably spotting Drew. He leaned in, but Roy shook him off. “Already managed to take the edge off my thumb, thanks. Plus, I drove and somebody’s gonna need to bring your ass home.” He said, playfully elbowing Nate. Ever since their friendship was rekindled, Roy often picked up Nate from parties.. Or girl’s houses. He felt it was the least he could do. Nate was there for Roy when he needed a friend, so Roy tried to return the favor.
It was then that the host of the party herself appeared, seemingly out of thin air. He noted that the queen bitch herself, Madi, came in after her. Now, his parents had raised him to respect women and never refer to them derogatorily, but Madi? She wasn’t a woman. She was hell spawn. Roy silently thanked his lucky stars that she ignored his existence entirely. The less interaction with that demon the better. Roy was a little surprised when Zoey came over to speak to him, they hadn’t spoken since their business arraignment sophomore year. “Oh, uh, sophomore year Health.” It wasn’t a surprise that she’d forgotten, she had a pretty terrible memory and if Roy hadn’t reminded her, she’d probably still owe him money. He glanced down at the towel he was holding around his thumb and then back to Zoey. “Sorry I got blood on your towel, I’ll return it clean. I- I just needed something, cut my thumb. Do you, uh, have bandaids?” He wiggled his thumb under the towel to show Zoey, and in that moment, he felt like he was 13 again. The pressure of being around Drew and Madi was getting to him. He tried not to let them, but they made him nervous.
As he talked to Zoey, Drew had offered up shots for everyone except Roy. It was just a childish taunt, but Roy would be lying if he said it didn’t get to him. Drew knew Roy wouldn’t try to defend himself, so he just kept going. Roy had always been the one to tell Drew where the line was. Now, no one was stopping Drew from doing whatever it was he wanted. Honestly, Roy would rather be at home all by himself, not in this room with people who don’t even care about his well being, save for Nate. He’d been at this party for about 30 minutes and he’s already had enough. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Royce fiddled with the soda can tab, desperately trying to distract himself from his environment. Alcohol, drugs, old friends, mean girls, guys running around half-naked, and a million other catalysts for disaster all gathered under one roof. Zoey Thompkins roof. Roy was essentially living out one of his many nightmares. Drew’s comment on his drink choice pulled him out of his thoughts, but he simply rolled his eyes. What he wanted to say was that he loosened up Ali, but he wasn’t that bold. Plus, it wasn’t like Roy didn’t enjoy drinking. Beers with his dad during football season were unmatched. He’d just rather not lose any control in such a precarious situation.Though, it did bug him about how petty Drew was. Highschool had changed his old friend a lot, but it wasn’t Roy’s place to worry. Not anymore.
He got lost in toying around with the soda can again and soon enough he heard Nate call out his name. With his thumb still caught in the tab, Roy spun around less than gracefully to greet his friend and managed to cut his thumb in the process. “Aw fuck!” He hissed, switching his Sprite to his other hand and lifting his thumb to his mouth. “Hey! Yeah, you having fun?” Roy flashed a smile at his friend before moving to the sink so he could wash his cut. He’d need a bandaid. “Living and dying are two sides of the same coin, my friend.” He muttered, and then immediately wished he hadn’t. A comment about death was the last thing he should’ve made, especially right now. “I’m really on a roll tonight.” He thought to himself as he turned off the water and grabbed a towel to wrap around his cut. Roy looked to his friend and watched his face change as he looked past Roy’s shoulder, probably spotting Drew. He leaned in, but Roy shook him off. “Already managed to take the edge off my thumb, thanks. Plus, I drove and somebody’s gonna need to bring your ass home.” He said, playfully elbowing Nate. Ever since their friendship was rekindled, Roy often picked up Nate from parties.. Or girl’s houses. He felt it was the least he could do. Nate was there for Roy when he needed a friend, so Roy tried to return the favor.
It was then that the host of the party herself appeared, seemingly out of thin air. He noted that the queen bitch herself, Madi, came in after her. Now, his parents had raised him to respect women and never refer to them derogatorily, but Madi? She wasn’t a woman. She was hell spawn. Roy silently thanked his lucky stars that she ignored his existence entirely. The less interaction with that demon the better. Roy was a little surprised when Zoey came over to speak to him, they hadn’t spoken since their business arraignment sophomore year. “Oh, uh, sophomore year Health.” It wasn’t a surprise that she’d forgotten, she had a pretty terrible memory and if Roy hadn’t reminded her, she’d probably still owe him money. He glanced down at the towel he was holding around his thumb and then back to Zoey. “Sorry I got blood on your towel, I’ll return it clean. I- I just needed something, cut my thumb. Do you, uh, have bandaids?” He wiggled his thumb under the towel to show Zoey, and in that moment, he felt like he was 13 again. The pressure of being around Drew and Madi was getting to him. He tried not to let them, but they made him nervous.
As he talked to Zoey, Drew had offered up shots for everyone except Roy. It was just a childish taunt, but Roy would be lying if he said it didn’t get to him. Drew knew Roy wouldn’t try to defend himself, so he just kept going. Roy had always been the one to tell Drew where the line was. Now, no one was stopping Drew from doing whatever it was he wanted. Honestly, Roy would rather be at home all by himself, not in this room with people who don’t even care about his well being, save for Nate. He’d been at this party for about 30 minutes and he’s already had enough. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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Nate choked on his drink at Royce's comment and forced himself to stiffle his coughs, he hadn't heard anyone mention it yet. Not today, not to him. He was sure everyone was thinking about it but Royce was the first one to voice it all. Really it was a deceptively heavy topic, commonly talked about in the town and gossiped and whispered about but for Nate, maybe for the others, it was like a weight on their shoulders every-time it was mentioned. He hesitated for a second before plastering a grin across his face, "And we're on the right side of that coin Royce. Seems to me that's a cause for celebration." He replied although it was mostly to himself, he looked at the shot glass in front of him and downed it - allowing the sensation to distract him. If tonight carried on the way it was going he was going to need a hell of a lot more to drink.
He refocused back onto Drew but an elbow to the stomach jerked him out of that reverie. "You love my sorry ass, besides if tonight goes right you won't have to be driving me anywhere. I fully intend on enjoying tonight, don't you worry Roy." Truthfully he was grateful to Roy for everything, including the lifts to and from places. Roy had saved his ass time and time again when he'd woken up in a strange place and not had a way to get home or to school the next day. He did try to return the favour when he was sober enough but more times than not it was Royce driving him places.
It was then that their host decided to walk in and Nate would be lying if he didn't say she looked good. Not that she ever didn't, Zoey knew how to throw a party and how to dress when hosting a party. "Zoey! Glad you decided to grace us with your presence-" He smirked at her entrance and bowed mockingly before jerking his thumb towards Royce as she turned her attention onto him and his friend stammered out an explanation and an apology. "I can totally pay for a new one, or two - anyways no harm no foul right? Though the brain box may need medical attention-" He squinted at Royce's bleeding finger and frowned slightly, wincing at the sight - he wasn't squeamish per say but he really wasn't a fan of blood unless it was on a television screen. He backed away slightly and grabbed a shot from Drew, shooting a warning look at him as he did so, nodding his head in thanks as he downed the shot. "Leave it, yeah?" Nate shot Drew as close to a pleading look as he could, he knew they had a messy history but he still didn't know what exactly had gone on between them. And given that he and Roy had become friends again he wasn't about to just stand by whilst they took cheap shots at each other. "Just one night of civility? Get drunk, have some shots, have a peace pipe if you really have to but please don't make me babysit this little get-together tonight. I'm not responsible enough for that." He'd fully intended on waking up in some girl's bed tonight, with a hangover and a hunger for fast food and curly fries - not trying to defend Roy's honour. It was something he'd unofficially decided to do after Alison disappeared and everything came out, deciding the other guy needed a friend, which then included trying to stop Drew's digs at him. Something he'd stood by and watched only a year before. Maybe that was why he was trying harder now? He sense of guilt about it all. He had gotten caught up in the inner-circle last year, caught up in the popularity and the way Alison could just make you feel better than everyone else. Now he was gone and he was trying to be a better person, in some ways at least. He looked over towards the group of girls in the other room and ruefully back towards his shot glass, he wasn't quite willing to change everything quite yet.
Zoey was followed closely behind Madi and she too was looking good. "Mads! Looking as good as ever..." He whistled appreciatively before winking at Drew, hoping he would understand he was joking - he felt like if he ever made a move on Madi Drew would probably kill him. Maybe. He really wasn't sure but he wasn't about to try anything. He and Drew were on surprisingly good terms despite their strange past and the whole prank thing. Him sleeping with his ex who he broke up with because of Alison to cheat on Alison - it was a strange tangled mess but he did like the other guy. Truthfully he didn't really dislike any of the others, he jus wished they all liked each other. It would make things much easier and parities like this much more enjoyable. "Don't suppose anyone has something stronger?"
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It was then that their host decided to walk in and Nate would be lying if he didn't say she looked good. Not that she ever didn't, Zoey knew how to throw a party and how to dress when hosting a party. "Zoey! Glad you decided to grace us with your presence-" He smirked at her entrance and bowed mockingly before jerking his thumb towards Royce as she turned her attention onto him and his friend stammered out an explanation and an apology. "I can totally pay for a new one, or two - anyways no harm no foul right? Though the brain box may need medical attention-" He squinted at Royce's bleeding finger and frowned slightly, wincing at the sight - he wasn't squeamish per say but he really wasn't a fan of blood unless it was on a television screen. He backed away slightly and grabbed a shot from Drew, shooting a warning look at him as he did so, nodding his head in thanks as he downed the shot. "Leave it, yeah?" Nate shot Drew as close to a pleading look as he could, he knew they had a messy history but he still didn't know what exactly had gone on between them. And given that he and Roy had become friends again he wasn't about to just stand by whilst they took cheap shots at each other. "Just one night of civility? Get drunk, have some shots, have a peace pipe if you really have to but please don't make me babysit this little get-together tonight. I'm not responsible enough for that." He'd fully intended on waking up in some girl's bed tonight, with a hangover and a hunger for fast food and curly fries - not trying to defend Roy's honour. It was something he'd unofficially decided to do after Alison disappeared and everything came out, deciding the other guy needed a friend, which then included trying to stop Drew's digs at him. Something he'd stood by and watched only a year before. Maybe that was why he was trying harder now? He sense of guilt about it all. He had gotten caught up in the inner-circle last year, caught up in the popularity and the way Alison could just make you feel better than everyone else. Now he was gone and he was trying to be a better person, in some ways at least. He looked over towards the group of girls in the other room and ruefully back towards his shot glass, he wasn't quite willing to change everything quite yet.
Zoey was followed closely behind Madi and she too was looking good. "Mads! Looking as good as ever..." He whistled appreciatively before winking at Drew, hoping he would understand he was joking - he felt like if he ever made a move on Madi Drew would probably kill him. Maybe. He really wasn't sure but he wasn't about to try anything. He and Drew were on surprisingly good terms despite their strange past and the whole prank thing. Him sleeping with his ex who he broke up with because of Alison to cheat on Alison - it was a strange tangled mess but he did like the other guy. Truthfully he didn't really dislike any of the others, he jus wished they all liked each other. It would make things much easier and parities like this much more enjoyable. "Don't suppose anyone has something stronger?"
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Wyatt slumped against the window as the car took a sharp turn, the bodies of the other boys in the backseat sliding against his in a chorus of rough laughter. The air was thick with sweet smelling smoke and he took his turn in the rotation as they slowed to a stop. Like most of Zoey’s parties it was already crowded as they stumbled out of the car. He flicked the last bits of the roach into the gutter with a slow exhale. This was definitely going to be a weird one. Everything had been a weird one since Alison was officially pronounced dead. It wasn’t like they were bosom buddies but she’d been so young. And he was still young and he could die and oh god he was high. He shook his head like it could knock the thoughts loose, following his friends into the overcrowded house. Drinks found his way to his hands easily enough and he managed to counteract the gnawing paranoia with a pleasant numbness.
Instinct led him towards the kitchen for another drink and he managed to stumble into what promised to be a mess by the end of the night. It made sense that Madi would be here, why wouldn’t she be? But it still threw him slightly and he reached for the cold reliability of a beer, drinking half of it in one long pull. He couldn't help but give her a once over, anger or something like it turning the drink sour in his mouth. He’d learned his lesson about that crowd but that didn’t mean it wasn’t entertaining to watch them pick each other apart. So when Nate posed his question Wyatt turned to the group with a half grin.
“Name your poison, pretty boy.” Business was business after all. Wyatt considered it a personal failure if he left a party with less money than he showed up with. He picked up one of the shots sitting nearby, tossing it back and chasing it with a drink of his beer. His gaze shifted to Drew as his smile twitched back into a slight scowl. The part of him that spent an hour each week sitting in a church basement leaning breathing exercises knew it was wrong to throw the first punch. But the part of him that spent an hour each day practicing how to throw that punch knew it felt pretty right. “Just promise you’ll keep it in you pants this time, alright?”
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Instinct led him towards the kitchen for another drink and he managed to stumble into what promised to be a mess by the end of the night. It made sense that Madi would be here, why wouldn’t she be? But it still threw him slightly and he reached for the cold reliability of a beer, drinking half of it in one long pull. He couldn't help but give her a once over, anger or something like it turning the drink sour in his mouth. He’d learned his lesson about that crowd but that didn’t mean it wasn’t entertaining to watch them pick each other apart. So when Nate posed his question Wyatt turned to the group with a half grin.
“Name your poison, pretty boy.” Business was business after all. Wyatt considered it a personal failure if he left a party with less money than he showed up with. He picked up one of the shots sitting nearby, tossing it back and chasing it with a drink of his beer. His gaze shifted to Drew as his smile twitched back into a slight scowl. The part of him that spent an hour each week sitting in a church basement leaning breathing exercises knew it was wrong to throw the first punch. But the part of him that spent an hour each day practicing how to throw that punch knew it felt pretty right. “Just promise you’ll keep it in you pants this time, alright?”
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Drew shrugged at Nate's babysitting comments but agreed anyway. He normally would ignore anyone telling him what to do but Nate was his friend soft now he would leave Royce alone. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to pick on him. They used to be so close and aside from Madi, he was certain Roy knew him better than anyone. It was just the way things were now.
Their relationship probably could've been fixed a long time ago but now it was just too late. There had been too many exchanges and now the feud was just too deep rooted. Plus, Drew had his suspicions on who leaked the video of him and Brooks and Roy was pretty high up on the list of suspects. He just couldn't prove it, yet.
Drew was still feeling a little hot-headed and the liquor was setting in when Wyatt walked in and made the snarky remarks about him. He grinned, the words flowing out before he could get control of himself. "Ahhh. Not a promise I can make. Your sister didn't have any objections though," he smirked, watching the expression on Wyatt's face.
Before he knew it he was being drug out of the room by Madi as to avoid any further fights between the pair. "Fine. Fine. I'm going," he rolled his eyes, before wandering off for the back deck, looking to light a blunt and ease his nerves.
Their relationship probably could've been fixed a long time ago but now it was just too late. There had been too many exchanges and now the feud was just too deep rooted. Plus, Drew had his suspicions on who leaked the video of him and Brooks and Roy was pretty high up on the list of suspects. He just couldn't prove it, yet.
Drew was still feeling a little hot-headed and the liquor was setting in when Wyatt walked in and made the snarky remarks about him. He grinned, the words flowing out before he could get control of himself. "Ahhh. Not a promise I can make. Your sister didn't have any objections though," he smirked, watching the expression on Wyatt's face.
Before he knew it he was being drug out of the room by Madi as to avoid any further fights between the pair. "Fine. Fine. I'm going," he rolled his eyes, before wandering off for the back deck, looking to light a blunt and ease his nerves.
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Madi grinned as Nate whistled at her, nudging him playfully. "You don't look so bad yourself, Nathan." she joked back. It wasn't a lie either. Nate had always been extremely attractive. She looked over as she heard a familiar voice enter the kitchen. Wyatt. "Of course, the amateur drug dealer has arrived." she spat out as she rolled her eyes. She was about to say something to him for his comments but Drew spoke up first. "Okay. You need to chill. Let's go, D," she said as she pulled on his sleeve, leading him out of the kitchen.
Although she wasn't necessarily friends with Wyatt, she definitely didn't wanna see the two of them physically fight...again. They were both too temperamental so she knew intervening was best. When he finally wandered away she sighed and walked back to her friends in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and listening to the conversation.
She couldn't help but look Wyatt over as he stood there. Their history flashing through her mind as she did. They had gone from being so close to being two people who couldn't seem to stand one another. And of course, Ali was to blame. If she hadn't ever found out about the pregnancy, she never wouldn't had something to hold over Madi. Then again, she would've found something. She always did.
Although she wasn't necessarily friends with Wyatt, she definitely didn't wanna see the two of them physically fight...again. They were both too temperamental so she knew intervening was best. When he finally wandered away she sighed and walked back to her friends in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and listening to the conversation.
She couldn't help but look Wyatt over as he stood there. Their history flashing through her mind as she did. They had gone from being so close to being two people who couldn't seem to stand one another. And of course, Ali was to blame. If she hadn't ever found out about the pregnancy, she never wouldn't had something to hold over Madi. Then again, she would've found something. She always did.
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[div class=quote]❝ Poems are easier to understand than people. ❞[/div]
[div class=textbox][div class=scroll]Hailey jumped at the voice invading her mental poem writing. Why would anyone be talking to her? It wasn't like anyone actually knew her name - sometimes she doubted Zoey remembered it whenever they did school projects together.
Looking up, she noticed - Br-Br-Brooklyn Adams?!?! Why on Earth was Brooklyn talking to her? Was it bad that she knew Hailey's name? What did she know about her? Did she know about...? No! She couldn't have! No one knew about that - not even her parents, who knew everything about her.
She was trying not to have a panic attack when she answered her. Brooklyn may not have officially been part of the inner circle anymore, but that didn't mean she didn't still have it in her - Hailey didn't trust anyone who had once been close to Ali as far as she could throw them. "You... You do? How do you know me?" Perhaps they'd been in class together, and that's what she meant...?
Still, Hailey stood up, if only to give herself the illusion of being on equal ground with Brooklyn. She hoped something far more interesting was going on downstairs so no one would witness her near panic attack. "I didn't think this was your scene... anymore..." she muttered, shoving her hands in her pockets if only so Brooklyn wouldn't be able to see how she was shaking.
Why had she come to this party, again?
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Hailey was a nice girl, as far Brooks knew. She also knew that she was an introvert and liked to keep herself out of social situations. What puzzled her was that she was here, in Zoey's party which was as social as a situation could get.
She shook her head and chuckled mentally. What was she even doing with all this information about a girl she had never even talked to before now? Alison had always told her that knowing things about people around you always came in handy. You never know when you might have to use that information. How could she even use the information that Hailey was an introvert? What use was this little fun fact for her? She obviously wasn't going to participate in a trivia quiz about this timid, literature loving girl. There you go, another fun fact! Hailey loved literature! Brooks sometimes hated herself for knowing so much about so many people. It still wasn't as much as what Alison knew. Brooks only knew normal things which people's acquaintances know but Ali knew their darkest secrets too. She knew Brooks' secret and if she hadn't threatened to tell everyone about it time and again, maybe Brooks wouldn't have felt the need to take revenge and maybe the situation would be different now. Maybe Ali would be alive, maybe she would still be popular, maybe things could get better between her and Nate... All these maybes but she knew, the damage was done. Ali had lost her life and Brooks had lost her reputation, her friends, everything.
When she addressed Hailey, that girl looked like she was having a mini heart attack. Was Brooks so unpopular that even Hailey didn't want to talk to her?
Or maybe not. "Why are you so surprised that I know you? I study in the same school as you do, you know. In fact, I think we used to sit in English lit together. You took the AP course after that, didn't you?" Hailey looked nervous so Brooks was about to pacify her when she heard her mutter something. "Well yeah, it isn't anymore. I just came because Zoey invited me which is very strange but that's why I'm here. I want to know why I was invited." Brooks didn't know why she was even telling all this to Hailey or why she was suddenly talking so much.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice, too familiar. Her eyes narrowed. Her little troublemaker of a brother was here, probably making more trouble. It was really strange how they were so different being twins.
It looked like Brooks would have to spend this night babysitting his brother who was probably already stoned.
She shook her head and chuckled mentally. What was she even doing with all this information about a girl she had never even talked to before now? Alison had always told her that knowing things about people around you always came in handy. You never know when you might have to use that information. How could she even use the information that Hailey was an introvert? What use was this little fun fact for her? She obviously wasn't going to participate in a trivia quiz about this timid, literature loving girl. There you go, another fun fact! Hailey loved literature! Brooks sometimes hated herself for knowing so much about so many people. It still wasn't as much as what Alison knew. Brooks only knew normal things which people's acquaintances know but Ali knew their darkest secrets too. She knew Brooks' secret and if she hadn't threatened to tell everyone about it time and again, maybe Brooks wouldn't have felt the need to take revenge and maybe the situation would be different now. Maybe Ali would be alive, maybe she would still be popular, maybe things could get better between her and Nate... All these maybes but she knew, the damage was done. Ali had lost her life and Brooks had lost her reputation, her friends, everything.
When she addressed Hailey, that girl looked like she was having a mini heart attack. Was Brooks so unpopular that even Hailey didn't want to talk to her?
Or maybe not. "Why are you so surprised that I know you? I study in the same school as you do, you know. In fact, I think we used to sit in English lit together. You took the AP course after that, didn't you?" Hailey looked nervous so Brooks was about to pacify her when she heard her mutter something. "Well yeah, it isn't anymore. I just came because Zoey invited me which is very strange but that's why I'm here. I want to know why I was invited." Brooks didn't know why she was even telling all this to Hailey or why she was suddenly talking so much.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice, too familiar. Her eyes narrowed. Her little troublemaker of a brother was here, probably making more trouble. It was really strange how they were so different being twins.
It looked like Brooks would have to spend this night babysitting his brother who was probably already stoned.
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[div class=post]Still trying to figure out where she knew the familiar stranger from, she eyed him until she heard someone announce shots. Though she'd had quite a few herself, who was she to turn down liquor at her own party? "Uh, yes please!" She stepped back from Roy, snagging two shot glasses. Downing one, she held out the other to Roy, a slight smirk playing at her lips as she knew he wouldn't take it.
Shrugging, she downed the shot she'd held out to Roy and set both glasses on the counter, turning back to him as he spoke. "Oh, my GOD!" As if having a sudden epiphany, she smacked her hand to her forehead. Animated as always. "That fucking essay on vaginas and shit. God, I couldn't have written that to save my life." She laughed. "Not that I don't know enough about my own."
Winking at Roy, she noticed the bloody towel as he apologized. "Afraid of a little blood?" She questioned, tugging the towel free from his grip and tossing it onto the counter with little regard for how it landed. Grasping Roy's wrist with her surprisingly strong fingers, she led him towards the sink, where she turned on the water and stuck his cut thumb under the stream.
"You'll be fine in no time." She leaned against the counter, watching the water as it ran over the cut. "That's nothing compared to some of the shit I've bandaged up at these parties. I swear I'd make a killer nurse one day." She looked around at the others just in time to see Madi drag D from the kitchen in response to something Wyatt had said. "Well, damn. What'd I miss?"
Another voice caught her attention and she turned her head. "Something stronger as in...?" She trailed off, tilting her head as she regarded Nate. "Roy and I are in." She grinned cheekily, turning her head back to Roy. "You done dyin' yet?"
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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Roy watched on as Zoey and Nate both happily obliged to the shots Drew had offered up. Zoey had taken two shots, raising one to Roy in an offering manner. Most people knew of his goody-two shoes reputation, so it was only natural that Zoey downed the shot before the words ‘no thank you’ could escape his lips. She probably remembered who she’d been offering the drink to. He was thankful for that, considering he did not handle peer pressure all that well, especially from pretty girls. He watched as Zoey’s face lit up with recognition and laughed as she reiterated the specifics of their deal. “Yeah, Ms. Killigan’s notes were terrible. Honestly still surprised I got us good grades on that essay.”
As he focused on Zoey, his nerves died down. She was different from the rest of her friend group, that much was clear. Her carefree attitude simply seemed out of place when put next to girls like Madi. Roy was drawn out of his thoughts as he remembered he was still bleeding.He apologized for ruining the towel and looked at Nate as he offered to buy a couple new ones. “Ha ha, very funny Nate. My brainbox is just fine, thanks.” He sneered at his friend, but it was quickly replaced with a smile as he looked back to Zoey. “More like scared of infections.” Roy replied, nearly losing his balance as she tugged him towards the sink. Zoey tended to his cut and he stared at her as she talked. “I’m sure you would, especially since how you’re treating me.” He flashed her a smile and looked back to his cut. It had stopped bleeding and it wasn’t necessarily painful. Turning the faucet off, he wiped his hand on his shirt so he didn’t use another towel. By the time he turned around, he realized Madi and Drew were gone. Things were looking up for Roy. His thumb wasn’t bleeding and hellspawn and hellspawn junior had disappeared!
That was until he realized he’d been premature in his mini celebration. None other than Wyatt Adams had arrived to the party. Wherever Wyatt went, there was trouble. Roy didn’t know much about him, nor did he care to as long as he was kept out of Wyatt’s path of rage. He began to stare at Wyatt as he got lost in his thoughts before being drawn out by the sound of his name. “Wait, what? In on what? What are we doing?” His eyes nearlt bulged out of his head. Maybe he’d been wrong about Zoey remembering his reputation. Had she lost her mind? Volunteering him for things? “Yeah, I’m fine now thanks. But, uh, I really don’t think I’m up for any, you know. Shenanigans. I can like, watch.” He began to ramble and his infamous nervous smile crept its way onto his face. Roy had a feeling whatever was about to happen was not going to be favorable in the least. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
[div class=tag]interacts[/div] nate, zoey
[div class=tag]mentions[/div] madi, drew
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Elea
apolla
jasmyn
[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] Roy watched on as Zoey and Nate both happily obliged to the shots Drew had offered up. Zoey had taken two shots, raising one to Roy in an offering manner. Most people knew of his goody-two shoes reputation, so it was only natural that Zoey downed the shot before the words ‘no thank you’ could escape his lips. She probably remembered who she’d been offering the drink to. He was thankful for that, considering he did not handle peer pressure all that well, especially from pretty girls. He watched as Zoey’s face lit up with recognition and laughed as she reiterated the specifics of their deal. “Yeah, Ms. Killigan’s notes were terrible. Honestly still surprised I got us good grades on that essay.”
As he focused on Zoey, his nerves died down. She was different from the rest of her friend group, that much was clear. Her carefree attitude simply seemed out of place when put next to girls like Madi. Roy was drawn out of his thoughts as he remembered he was still bleeding.He apologized for ruining the towel and looked at Nate as he offered to buy a couple new ones. “Ha ha, very funny Nate. My brainbox is just fine, thanks.” He sneered at his friend, but it was quickly replaced with a smile as he looked back to Zoey. “More like scared of infections.” Roy replied, nearly losing his balance as she tugged him towards the sink. Zoey tended to his cut and he stared at her as she talked. “I’m sure you would, especially since how you’re treating me.” He flashed her a smile and looked back to his cut. It had stopped bleeding and it wasn’t necessarily painful. Turning the faucet off, he wiped his hand on his shirt so he didn’t use another towel. By the time he turned around, he realized Madi and Drew were gone. Things were looking up for Roy. His thumb wasn’t bleeding and hellspawn and hellspawn junior had disappeared!
That was until he realized he’d been premature in his mini celebration. None other than Wyatt Adams had arrived to the party. Wherever Wyatt went, there was trouble. Roy didn’t know much about him, nor did he care to as long as he was kept out of Wyatt’s path of rage. He began to stare at Wyatt as he got lost in his thoughts before being drawn out by the sound of his name. “Wait, what? In on what? What are we doing?” His eyes nearlt bulged out of his head. Maybe he’d been wrong about Zoey remembering his reputation. Had she lost her mind? Volunteering him for things? “Yeah, I’m fine now thanks. But, uh, I really don’t think I’m up for any, you know. Shenanigans. I can like, watch.” He began to ramble and his infamous nervous smile crept its way onto his face. Roy had a feeling whatever was about to happen was not going to be favorable in the least. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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