*.:｡✧*ﾟ｡- REVOLUTION

“Bloody fucking hell.” West said speed walking out trying to avoid everyone’s gaze that he passed. This couldn’t be happening no one was supposed to know and now he had to worry about his sister too.

-- cora eyed weston as he sped by, avoiding her gaze. “you look guilty,” she stated, still watching.

Gail chuckles grinning. “Right? Like leather masks look awesome and all but your skin can’t breathe. Honestly, I’m sure you’ll look great.” Laughing more she nods. “Any predictions?”

-- “they don’t even look good. you look like a wannabe vampire,” she scoffed. “and of course i’ll look great.” cora’s confidence was refreshing considering she wasn’t the biggest fan of dressing up. “people will get drunk. girls will cry because they didn’t win prom queen. maybe some making out with someone else’s significant other.“

J.P. smirked. “You sure? Whatever you have that’s strong and maybe a handful.”

-- “positive,” cora chirped, smiling brightly. “you don’t need to pay me for anything. and i think i have some tylenol with codeine left?”

for as long as they could remember they had despised their father, not only because he was the reason for their mother’s passing, but also because the old man was a piece of shit. a bigger piece of shit than ludvig themselves, and that they could not tolerate. ❛ canada, america, australia, all the same, man. an yeah ?? screw being good, that’s what i say. ❜ they muttered, using their elbow to nudge the other at her side. ❛ me ?? be quiet ?? as likely as me getting married to donald fucking trump. you bitch. i can’t believe you though so little of me. ❜

“You assume correct.” J.P. avoided the nurse at all costs. “Yeah. I’ll pay you for some.”

-- “intuition,” cora offhandedly stated. “you don’t have to pay me. what and how much do you need?”

fidgeting fingers finally rested in their front pocket, poisonous fingers wrapping around the loose coins in it. they were useless here, old, golden-wrapped swedish crowns, a taunting reminder that they didn’t belong there.  ❛ called it. knew your shitty ass government was up to something. this is what happens with you let capitalism take over. you need socialism. i’m telling you.  ❜ they exhaled, yet, a somewhat amused smile replaced their usual stiff lips.  ❛ you wanna do something fun ?? like — i don’t know — spike the punch ?? also, kinda wanna cause some drama. y’know, make out with someone’s date, punch some dude in the face, that kinda jazz. ❜

J.P. huffed. “None taken.” He said holding it lightly. It still hurt like hell. “I should probably take something for it.” He mused.

-- “i assume you won’t go to the nurse?” she asked. “i have pain killers if you need them. boxing and soccer give me my fair share of bumps so i have a massive bottle always.”

the states was the personification of everything ludvig despised, greed, capitalism, rednecks with guns, incest and dr. pepper. surely the move here had been their father’s way of saying fuck you. turning their hues to face the other, they couldn’t help but feel somewhat better. in a country where everything was shit, she was the least shitty thing they had stumbled upon.  ❛ lizard government ?? damn. thought that shit was like common knowledge. ❜ they joked, rolling their shoulders and rubbing their face in response to her comment.  ❛ let’s do something about this fucking frustration, then. you in ??  ❜

J.P. chewed on his lip he knew she wanted to talk about it. “Thanks.” He said with a sigh. “It’s just ugh..”

-- cora gave a shrug before saluting her friend. “no offense,” she looked back at his injury and screwed up her face, “it looks ugh.”

“Oh?” Kim smiled, leaning forwards. “Do tell.” Part of her was hoping Cora would have an idea of somebody- anybody- to ask her out. Kim was feeling sort of depressed since no guy seemed even a little interested in going with her.

-- “cooking things up with winter. ludvig, too,” she smirked. cora fiddled with her fingers, not really noticing kim’s mood. “gotta make it fun. because dances are stupid, let’s be honest.”

“Okay,” Cad smiled, opening his notebook. “We’ll start small. Do you feel safe at this school?”

-- “safe?” cora repeated. she remained quiet for a bit before answering, “i rely on myself and trust in myself to ensure my own safety- not this school.”

“Afraid this is my own fault,” Asher grunted, getting to his feet. “Busted my foot while training. Made some stupid choices. But no, not a regular thing.”

-- cora looked at him with raised eyebrows. “how?” she asked. “i kinda feel bad for contemplating laughing..”