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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 2, 2010 13:15:30 GMT -5
"hmmm hmm dee dmm DRMMM DMM!" There was much dramatic humming as the 2 boys approached a large, old pick up truck parked crooked and in 2 spaces in the Thatcher teacher parking lot. The taller boy drummed his knuckles and slapped the palms of his hands percussively on the driver side door, which was badly scratched, giving the thought that someone did not appreciate him, until he reached into his pocket, tossed his keys into the air and caught them rhythmically, and instead of unlocking the door, he dug the keys into the side of the door, producing new scratches with a loud, metal-grating-metal sound that he hit a falsetto vocal to, catching onto a vibratto ending.
Will eyed his surroundings consciously. The truck was obviously out of place. That made 2 things in this situation that didn't belong.
"You're not supposed to be parked here," Will began to argue, but his words were totally ignored in the favor of the sound of the driver side door being yanked open forcefully. "OOOOoooh, YEAHH!" A deep, gravelly voice was celebrating the simple task of getting into the vehicle, who's interior was shredded and filthy. There was duct tape all around the steering column.
"Oh, hey, bro, I forgot to re-introduce myself! Name's Jarrett." There was a silence. "Went by Cheyenne back'n G9..? You probably don't remember me..." The lack of sing song and presence of doubt in his tone were probably the most awkward his voice ever got, and he didn't leave time for an awkward silence. "Nah? No problem! DRR NRR DE NRR!" He was playing percussion on the steering wheel, one foot hanging outside the open door.
"Your registration is outdated." It was all he could say. The vehicle should have been condemned-- he could see caulking on the back of the dashboard and upon closer inspection, the brake pedal appeared to be a small dictionary duct taped to the original pedal's stick.
"Hey man, you don't wanna come, you don't have to. It ain't like I'm kidnapping ya, bro." As if to contradict his own statement, he pulled the orange bottle from his pants again and started rattling it as he continued using the steering wheel as his own personal drum set.
-DRT shhka shhka DHUT DUTT shhhht shhka BFT!-
Wordlessly, Will approached the passenger side, to Jarrett's disappointment.
"Aw, no, wait. Dude, hold up, my car's ghetto. I was kinda hoping you'd just hop in through the driver's side" and crawl on over me while you're at it " 'S easier that way. That's fine, though, just hold back."
Will stood still. I should not be around this person.
"Step back, man!" Will stepped aside just as Jarrett used both feet to kick the passenger door loose, and it fell ajar when it went flying open. The delinquent re-assumed his position as driver of the vehicle, arms behind his head, lazily, one leg crossed over the other. "Don't worry 'bout that, man, she closes her legs more easily'n she opens 'em."
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Post by DJKID on Jul 2, 2010 13:21:08 GMT -5
The longest, most awkward and unnerving silence of Will's life. His expression actually contorted to a mix of disgust and concern.
"Can we just... walk?"
He stressed the 'walk', out of desperation for some normality. However, he wasn't sure if he was going to find it in the company of this man.
"Whatever, babe, it's your call."
"Please don't call me that."
"OK, Willene."
"Please. Don't. Call me. That."
"Sure, sure, FIIIIIINE- You don't need these babies that bad, am I right?"
Will's eye twitched, Jarrett continued slapping random objects to a beat.
"You have no proof that's the same medication."
Will crossed his arms, but Jarrett leaned over and held the bottle just in front of Will's nose.
"See that label right there, babe?" He rattled the bottle. "Ain't that a pretty song?"
Will hesitated, Jarrett snatched him by his tie and dragged him into the vehicle.
"I KNEW you'd come around eventually!"
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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 2, 2010 13:51:14 GMT -5
What. Am. I. Doing. In. This. Vehicle.
It's moving.
Door. Open. Car moving.
Jarrett laughed as Will lept for his door, slamming it shut with all the small amount of strength he had, and clinging to it. In response to the laughter, Will straightened himself up, but remained seated squeezed as close to the door as possible--that is to say, as far from the maniacal driver as possible.
"Dude, chill, bro. You're acting like I'm going to tie you up and set you on fire somewhere. C'mon, /Will/, you were never this easily shaken."
I thought you said that time of your life was fuzzy?
"Oh, hey, man, you shut that door tight, right? I mean, she ain't easy to open, but if you don't close her up good 'n' tight she's liable to just fall on open while I'm driving."
Dangerous.
Perhaps not the worst case scenario.
"It isn't all that scary, babe," He worded, not taking his eyes off the road, at first. He gave a slow smirk at Will, then back to the road. "If my ride makes you all that uncomfortable, just close your eyes until it's over."
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Post by DJKID on Jul 2, 2010 14:00:27 GMT -5
This... thing came from his school?
Will had pressed himself tightly against the door, almost hoping it would fly open.
I will never complain about listening to Chaplin ramble about churros. Ever. Again.
The disgusted expression returned, "I am not interested in your sexual advances."
He made sure his voice was as serious as ever, but Jarrett just laughed.
"Babe, you're confused." He slammed the brakes, and Will was fairly certain he was going to die. However, a hand reached over to prevent him from flying into the dashboard.
Unfortunately, that hand was holding him back by his crotch.
"THIS is sexual advances."
Will punched him square in the face.
"Drive."
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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 2, 2010 14:15:29 GMT -5
"Drive."
Jarrett leaned back to his respective automobile seating, laughing under his breath with sort of a goofy smirk. "Damn, bro," he said, taking his foot off of the dictionary and applying pressure to the gas again.
He didn't specify what he was saying "damn" about.
xxx
Will thought the truck was breaking down when it came chugging along to a halt in front of a tacky, run down burger joint.
Oh no.
A plump, asian woman greeted the driver with loud, unintelligible bitching, about what, Will was unsure. He was parked one wheel on the curb. There was black smoke blowing from the exhaust pipe. Jarrett himself was a generally unlikeable character.
Will hesitated to leave the vehicle. The building, however ratty, looked worlds cleaner and safer than this vehicle. But now was an open chance to run. The streets looked like a golden pathed getaway from here.
He reached for the door--stuck. Right.
Jarrett approached, and without missing a beat, ripped the door open with such force that Will nearly fell out--into, of course, Jarrett's well coordinated grasp. He hoisted the smaller boy up and out of the truck, kicking the door shut behind him with a violent WHAM rather than setting Will down to close it in a civilized manner.
He dropped the boy down in front of him and placed his hands on the shoulders now before him, 'guiding' his hostage into the restaurant. "C'mon, Willene, le's get some food. I'm fuckin' HUNGRY."
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Post by Memai on Jul 2, 2010 14:24:02 GMT -5
(( I know it always said the game was 'tonight', just assume it's late afternoon/early evening. IDK how it's like State-side, I know we usually start games at these times ))
Squeak. Squeak.
Chaplin shut the water off, his mind not any clearer than it was earlier in the day; even when he thought he had cornered Will, the paler boy still wouldn't budge, still wouldn't give him reasons.
What're you hiding?
"Yo, Chap," Bo called, "You alright man?"
"I'm okay," he tried to smile, he really, really did. He still felt like shit, he just felt even angrier than before. "I just... I'm okay man. Everything's sorted out, brah."
"You sure."
Chap responded with a vague hand gesture, but the rest of the players assumed it was 'hey man, I'm okay'.
He threw his jersey on; number 15, the same number he always held on, even during Bullworth. There are things I still can't let go of. He pulled his long hair into a messy ponytail, he never thought when he did it, it was automatic, just like how he tied his shoelaces extra tight, how he'd roll his shoulders back and take a deep breath.
When he reached the benches with his other players, when he saw the faces of the team they were against, the cheers of the crowd became so much louder, there was nothing else on his mind now.
Not even you, Will.
x x x x x
He was put on defensive this time, he didn't mind. He could play both well, this was his sport, his game, he knew it like the back of his hand.
Just like how I thought I knew you.
The whistle blew, the crowds cheered, the game had started.
The offensive players were from some Ivy League institution, not that it mattered, Thatcher had a somewhat colorful history in college basketball, they usually had a good record of beating the crap out of whoever challenged them.
"CHAP!"
"GOT IT!" the ball flew to the tips of Chaplin's fingers, a familiar feeling as he dribbled around the other players; they weren't playing fair, he noted, but he wasn't one to call foul, a few bumps here and there were to be expected during basketball.
Anyone looking on could see though, he has playing a little more aggressively than usual. His dribbles were harder, the ball was thrown around roughl; his footing was less graceful and less careful, he played with more brutality, and he growled more often during the play.
Look what you've done to me.
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Post by DJKID on Jul 2, 2010 14:30:08 GMT -5
"Uhm-"
"Don't back out on me now, bro, unless you got the money to pay for the gas I wasted hauling you over here."
But you kidnapped me...
"I'm going to take your silence as a 'no'."
"I-!"
Will didn't have a chance to respond as he was shoved through the diner's double doors. He didn't like this at all, and oh god he could feel those filthy eyes watching him. The feeling of being trapped was rising up again, and he could taste the next panic attack coming on.
"Just relax~ ♫" Jarrett whispered, rubbing Will's shoulders.
Oh God, oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Chaplin, if only you were here.
Will was in a daze the whole time Jarrett guided him through the restaurant. Everything seemed so LOUD.
"Yoo hoo ♪"
Back to reality.
Where am I?
"What'll you have, Willene?"
Oh, right.
"A salad, thanks."
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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 2, 2010 15:10:06 GMT -5
Jarrett just smiled as he leaned back in his chair, stretching. "Suit yourself, babe." Will began to cringe. If that man called him "babe" or "Willene" one more time...
"Hi, my name's Lucie, I'll be your waitress toda--oh, hey, Jarre!" The waitress, kneeled down to give a brief hug to the man. Either they knew each other, or he came here often.
Will could have sworn he heard something fall off of a wall behind him.
"What're ya having today, doll?" She pulled out her little notepad and readied her pen.
"I'll take a doubledecker with jalapenos and pepperjack, m'girl."
"Bacon?"
"Two pounds of it."
Will felt sick. He was sure he'd only feel sicker when the plate of grease and meat and by-product came by.
"And him?" She tilted her head at Will without giving him the courtesy of looking at him.
"Salad. No chicken, no bacon. Leave out the croutons, and if you put ranch on that hoe, I'll punch your face in." Sure, the words sounded aggressive, but the tone was so jovial and relaxed it was hard to keep up with the message he was sending.
"So... Lettuce."
"Carrots, tomatoes, broccoli... Vegetable shit!" He clapped twice. "Make with the salad-ing!"
Will's hands returned to his face.
((No, Lucie is not a character. Just a waitress filler. Canon character waitress dangerous here.))
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Post by DJKID on Jul 2, 2010 15:33:44 GMT -5
Will waited until he heard the footsteps grow faint.
"I thought that part of your life was fuzzy." He didn't lift his face from his hands, still trying to keep his voice monotone.
"Bro, I had to eat that shit everyday." Jarrett leaned forward, like this was a serious subject him and Will could bond over, "I know what it's like, I'll look out for you." A smile.
Will visibly tensed as he glanced at Jarrett. Every single nerve was yelling at him to run. Instead, he held his hand out.
"Pills."
"Whoa, now, babe!" The dealer leaned back, "You gotta take these with food. Just humor me a few more minutes. Fuck yourself up if you take these on an empty stomach."
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Although it was pointless, Will continued to try and hide. Jarrett rolled his eyes, "Babe please, you make it look like I dragged you here against your will" There was a pause. "There's the door, Willene."
Will glared up at him, "Stop calling me that."
"God damn, you're so uptight. Can't be healthy, bro, chill down. You act like you've got somewhere to be."
"I do, actually."
"Like where?" There was obvious disbelief in his expression and voice.
"There's a basketball game-"
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Post by AshHavynn on Jul 2, 2010 16:59:17 GMT -5
"A basketball game? What do you know about basketball?"
............
The food arrived.
"Don't matter. Look, look. Eat your salad, take your pills." He stood, dipped into his pockets, producing the bottle--which he opened, before Will's eyes, and procured 6 dainty pills--just six, and placed them on his napkin. He returned the bottle to his pocket, and it re-emerged with a chain wallet. From the wallet he removed a few dollars. "Bus fare," he chuckled, placing that beside Will's plate.
Will watched in minor confusion.
Jarrett dropped a few more dollars on the table to cover the bill, picked up his hamburger--plate and all, and bid a farewell, singing along with his words. "Yoouuuu get you your gaaame, I got a gig tonight" and-a-rat-a-dat-ah! "You want to talk again, I'll be here. Make some time, throw me a line, babe." He used his free hand to dive once more into a pocket and retrieve a slip of paper, which had his address and phone number both.
It had been previously written.
"I ain't going no where, /Will/." Time for a typical stage performer remark. "I'll be here all night!"
Where are you going what are you doing what good does this do me
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Post by DJKID on Jul 2, 2010 17:15:30 GMT -5
He silently took the paper and watched the guitarist strum his way out the door.
I'm alive. With all of my clothes on.
Will couldn't help but sigh in relief. The food looked just as unappetizing as before, but he'd been taking those pills so often today...
It took a moment, but Will managed to gather the nerve to to swallow the pills-
Oh, please, please don't let them be poison.
-and take a few bites before pocketing the bills and heading out the door.
Back to Chaplin. I can fix this now.
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Will was not used to the idea of being late for anything. It was one of those things he just didn't do. Although, he felt he had a pretty good excuse for this one time.
The gym was, of course, alive with the same screaming and buzzers he had to endure when attending Chaplin's games at Bullworth. All of the sounds tended to give him a horrible headache, but he managed anyway.
He lingered in the shadows, as he always did, out of the stands and off to the side, where only Chaplin would know to look for him.
I missed you.
(( AN: He did not take all 6 at once good god ))
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Post by Memai on Jul 3, 2010 8:17:59 GMT -5
BEEEEEEEEEEP"HALF-TIME!" The first half of the game was a satisfying twenty minutes for the Thatcher players, they so far, had the lead. A couple of well-placed 'accidents' from the opponents however, had sent Jimmy Hopkins on the bench with a bleeding nose and a player from the other team disqualified for the next round."You okay, Hopkins?" Chaplin handed his friend a towel before downing an ice cold bottle of water."I'll be fine," the much smaller boy looked at the towel, surprised by the blood, "Damn kids hit too hard these days." "Nah, brah, they think they're playing football or summin'." A small wave of laughter from the other players; doing last minute stretches, drinks and general pep-talk from the coach. It was these little fifteen minutes breaks that players look forward to; a time to rest before going back out and delivering swift punishment to their opponents.Through the laughs and smiles, Chaplin turned around to give one dirty glance at the other team..."Will?" The holy hell you doin' here, brah?He could see the boy, standing upright, hands folded behind his back, his eyes hidden by the shadows, his lips always turned into an indifferent frown, posture as rigid as ever.Do you even feel anything?Chaplin immediately, put on a hurt look, he wasn't sure why. He had let his anger all out after the yelling he had directed towards Will, now... now he just felt hurt and maybe just a little disappointed. He tried to tear away from looking, he couldn't help himself.You know I care about you, right? You know I wouldn't hurt you, or judge you. I'm sorry I yelled, I was angry.x x x x x Will shifted his weight, he felt nervous when Chaplin had shot him his hurt puppy-dog stare.I thought you figured me out.True, Will would much rather read and spend the night in than spend time in a noisy court; he had no interests in sports, after all, especially one like basketball.
However, despite the proper posture and stiff upper lip, every time Will went to one of Chaplin's games, he had to try his hardest to restrain himself from yelling like a complete moron when his boy had scored the winning hoop, restrain himself from cooing all over Chaplin afterwards telling him how strong, talented and fast he was.What happened to those days?x x x x x "BREAK'S OVER, LADIES. GET BACK IN THERE." The coach yelled at the players, demanding their attention. As the team prepared themselves to get back out on the field, the coach held Jimmy and sat him back down on the bench, "Not you Jim, your nose is bad." "I can play fine--" "Not with a bleeding schnoz," the coach looked behind him and yelled to another player, "Sanchez! Get out there!" "Aww man," Jimmy pouted, sitting in his seat."Jimmy?" A familiar voice, soft, nervous and feminine. Jimmy turned around and nearly clawed his eyes."Beatrice?" "H-Hi, Jimmy." "HOW'D YOU GET IN HERE?" "The only people allowed in the player benches are the players, the coach, umpires and," she gave a smile here, "Doctors. Your nose looks pretty bad." x x x x x "Ooh! I just LOVE that Mano boy ♥" Gord cooed at Terrance beside him, "I want to sink my teeth into him so bad you'd better stop me, Terry dear." "Oh god, Gord, have some self-control!" Terrance brushed his hair back, rolling his eyes as he did. Obviously he wasn't having a good time, though he did find it amusing that Hopkins was decked and received a right bleeding nose because of some clumsy player's elbow. "Besides," the blonde sniffed, "I'm sure he'll be surrounded by his harem of girls after the game. You and I know this so well." "Oh, not when I'm done with him ♥" x x x x x Chaplin REALLY hated this particular brand of opponents; the sore losers who were only a point behind that weren't afraid to resort to dirty plays in order to win.
At least that's how he figured they were a point behind.
But he was the better player anyway.
There were only a few minutes left in the game, a nerve wrecking moment for any of the players on the team. Sure they had the lead, but that could change, someone couldn't have been careful and the other team was given a free throw, someone could've lose their patience and yelled something unsavoury to the other team.
Miracles happened in college basketball too.
He was just hoping it was for his team, not the other."MANO, IT'S YOURS!" Chaplin whipped around to the sound of his teammate, quickly catching sight of the ball that was aimed his way. He jumped as high as he could to catch it, quickly passing it to another player."FUCKING SHOOT, MAN!" Damn, ball stolen.He chased after the ball, swerving through other players and defending himself against the more aggressive team, "FUCK, MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!" He had tried to steal the ball away, but his awkward attempt at trying to catch the ball landed him rolling on the court floor, looking up with anxiety; had his teammate stolen the ball back? Had the other team scored a basket already?Oh god, please don't let it be a tie, please don't let it be a tie!Chaplin got up, seeing Bo dribbling the ball away from the other team as fast as possible. Defense wasn't his thing, but Bo was a good shooter and one he trusted."C'MON BRAHS!" BEEEEEEEEEEP 5 — 3Holyfuckingshitwewon!And cheers were the only things he could hear, Chaplin ran up to Bo, joining the other players in the hugs, back pats and laughs.(( I'm sure the basketball bits were prolly only exciting to me Anyway, was a short game, I know! But I can only write so much about boys dribbling balls for an hour XD You guys are free to RP what happened in between :> Also, I'm sorry my posts are so shit and so long D: ))
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Post by DJKID on Jul 3, 2010 11:24:59 GMT -5
(( Somebody that isn't Ash or Mems take a crack at posting, plz? ))
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Post by zimie on Jul 3, 2010 19:44:02 GMT -5
((hopeful post is done :3)) "Why does this room and your breathe smells like burnt sage" the small girl ask. Monroe, still grinning, straighten back up and stared down at her. "Do you reeeeally want to know?" she ask, closing one eye with a big grin on her face. Chloe looked at her with fearful eyes.
"Not.... really," she said, trembling. "Good" Monroe said, as she made her way pass Chloe, with a slap on the back. She moved to the dining/living area. Chloe followed her out, still shaken by what just happen.
"Well, if your my "roommate", then I wonder who else is going to be here," she said as she looked at the front door. Chloe didn't know what to say, except that she wanted to disappear. Monroe headed for the door and open it, then turned around.
"If anybody else comes, tell them to stay out of my room" she said, emphasizing on the last few words. After that, she went out the door and shut it. . . Chloe stood in there, staring at the door, She was still trying to get over the fact that the one person she resented in the world, was rooming with her. Chloe kept replaying the events that just happen: the smoke filled room, the burnt sage smell, and Monroe's weird attitude.
Chloe shook her head, grabbed her belongings and headed towards the door farthest from Monroe's room. She open the door to a average size dorm room. It had the basic essentials: a twin size bed, a deck, a small dresser, a small bookshelf, and a chair. She place her stuff on the bed and started to rummage through it until she grabbed her handheld radio. She sat on the bed, and started to go through the channels until she heard cheering and running. She heard earlier that there was a basket ball game being held that afternoon. She wasn't too interested in sports, but she likes the cheering. As she listen in, she could tell it was getting close to finishing, because of the excitement of the cheerers.
(([PLAY BY PLAY TIME)) "looks like Chaplin Mano #15 is trying to steal the ballfrom-OOOHH Mano just fell down."
"Well it looks likes Bo Jackson, # 00 HAS THE BALL!... HE'S HEADING FOR THE HOOP..... HE SHOOTS" . . .
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP "And there you have it folks, Thatcher University wins by two points. 5-3. GREAT JOB, THATCHER U"
Chloe, with both of her hands under her chin, mouth kind of dropped. "Wow... we actually won...for once," she said. She didn't really remember is Bullworth A. won any games, but if they did, she never notice it.
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"Hey Monny!" was the first thing Monroe heard as she shut the door to her dorm room. She turned her head around to see it Wade Martin who said her "name".
"Don't ever call me that again" she said as she turned around fully to face him. She looked down to his grey shirt, which had red splatter on it. It was either blood from a fight, or ketchup from a meal.
"What do you want, Wade?" she ask, brushing past him to go down the hall.
"I was wondering if you want to hang out with the gang tonight? Ethan and Tom really want to hang out" he said as he caught up with her.
Monroe looked at him from the corner of her eye. She hasn't seen the gang in a while. The last time she saw all of them was this past summer on a camping trip. More like a drunk fest to me. Ahhh good times
"Hmm, I would have to think about it," she said.
Then out of nowhere, she heard a noise. She looked at Wade who was now digging into his pocket. He pulled out red cell phone and opened it, staring at it.
" Aw, that's cool!" he said, with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"What's cool?" Monroe ask.
"We won that Basketball match," he said.
Monroe rolled her eyes.
"Oh jeez, big whoop. They won a game," she said. "If they won 10 matches, earning all the point, then maybe, JUST MAYBE, I'll be impressed. But this is just one lousy game!"
Wade rose an eyebrow.
"Why so harsh? Are you having that nasty shit you girls have?" he ask as he made a disgusted face.
Monroe stared at him with no expression.
"Oh why yes, my dear Wadey. The blood from my vag is seeping out of me as we speak," she said as she flailed her arms in the arm, like a madman.
"Seriously?! FUCKING GROSS!" Wade said as he jumped away from Monroe.
Monroe glared at him and said," I was just kidding! SHEESH, you're such a dweeb."
She then walked out of the hallway and into the stairwell. Wade stood there for a few seconds, then went after her.
((donedonedone D: there might be a few mistakes, but I'll deal with them later.))
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jul 4, 2010 17:51:07 GMT -5
Lane had long since fallen back asleep. Kay had gently unlatched herself from her small girl love.
Kay's size meant high demand for large volumes of junk-food. Kay craved a wholesome, fattening hotdog from a place nearby, but a combination of Lane's text and Will being nearby, Kay decided to stay in. She poured over her physics textbooks with a box of cookies at her hand. It wasn't long before her phone beeped loudly. Kay pounced on it, trying to prevent it from waking Lane.
"So you've told Bucky to sling his hook?"
It was Beatrice. Kay couldn't understand the tone of the text.
"What're you on about, Bea."
She shook her head and tried to turn back to her particle notes, but her phone soon beeped again.
Fuck, need to put it on silent.
"You yelled at him."
"I yell at a lot of people, Bea."
Kay quickly switched her phone on silent as Lane stirred slightly in her sleep.
"Yeah but it's been clear for a while you don't want him around." Beatrice replied. Kay's eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you with him?" She tapped back quickly.
"No. I'm at the basketball game with Roxy."
ROXY.
Kay ignored replying to Beatrice, instead quickly texting Roxy. If anyone HAD to tell Kay the truth it would be her.
"Roxy, what's going on with Bea?! Also WTF, Why are you at the BASKETBALL game?!"
Kay stood, phone in hand, waiting for Roxy's reply. She walked over to the window and closed it, closing the curtains tightly also.
"Sorry, Lane..."She murmured.
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