I wanna lose a couple days

arav looked over to her before responding, “ probably some delusional talentless asshole…” he turned his attention back to the production. “ ..and the actors are the loyal servants of said talentless asshole.” the hushes from the other student continued after everything he had said. he didn’t care, it wasn’t like anyone was going to kick him out. in fact, he would have welcomed it. pop, pop. the male started chewing rather obnoxiously to annoy the other observers. it was at that moment however, that one of the actors had said a very awkward line with the oddest delivery. we’re the actors even trying? it was awkward enough for arav let out a laugh. “ what…the fuck…” he turned to the girl, “ don’t tell me…you’re into this lame shit.” 

it was hard for arav to hold back his smile. he didn’t expect the young woman to flip off the other students. it was kind of refreshing to see. ”yeah…they can suck my dick,” he mumbled.  he let a few moments go by and tried watching the production. it was utter trash to him. arav instantly regretted the fact that he came in to watch it. still, he had nowhere else to go. “this is trash,” he stated not caring how loud his voice was. He threw a piece of gum into his mouth and started popping bubbles. arav didn’t give a single fuck how loud he was. without words, he held out his pack of gum to the other to take. 

at first, arav was planning on getting up. it wasn’t like he enjoyed sitting next to strangers, but her protests made it slightly entertaining. with a slight turn, his brown eyes met hers. once he heard her sarcastic remark, he smiled slightly “thank you. you’re such a gem.” the comment was delivered with a hint of sarcasm. arav turned his focus ahead of him. with a small motion, he placed shifted one foot over the other, ignoring the other’s protest. he let out a very loud sigh of relief. it was loud enough to catch the attention of bystanders around them. “ damn, these seats are so fucking comfortable. am i right?” 

arav wandered around the campus aimlessly. since he didn’t have his room right now he had nowhere to relax. he noticed a performance happening and he figured he would kill some time. without thinking he picked whatever seat he found. unfortunately, he sat right next to an unfamiliar face by accident. the male shifted his weight around the seat, trying to get comfortable. at first, he didn’t notice the young woman was talking to him. that wasn’t until he looked at her and noticed she was turned his way. “uhm..” he looked around, there were a lot of empty seats. this was awkward. quickly, he got defensive, “ well, aren’t you a peach? i can sit wherever the fuck i want..” he responded in a low tone. arav leaned back into his seat as he placed his feet on top of the seat in front of him. “why don’t you sit somewhere else if you’re going to whine.” 

Ember had fulfilled all of her carefully laid out duties for the day. She had gone to class, studied, eaten when appropriate, and even found time to see her best friend. It was an over all good day, but her face still wore the same displeased look. She wanted to slow her brain down a bit, wanted to escape, so when she noticed a performance that the drama club would be putting on, she decided to show up. Settling into a seat in the backrow she was sure she would be left alone. This was not the case, almost as soon as she sat down she felt someone shuffle in next to her. “dont you see all of these other empty seats?” she asked almost coldly, “or are you just wanting to be able to make the clean get away you are now blocking me from?” she inquired, finally letting a small smile grace her lips, turning to them.

She had hastily said goodbye to Murray, grabbing her jacket and ready to leave out into the dark night once more. She knew what this looked like, she knew that she would have to explain why she was seeing her ex late at night at a pool, but in the moment none of it mattered. She had pushed so hard and ignored for so long, so when he reached out again, she was unable to stop herself. She wanted to see him. Her coat over her shoulders in a moment she walked to the pool down the road, she had met him there before countless times, fondly remembering the poolside picnic they had during their time together. It was one of the reasons she never found herself there now. It seemed only fitting to see him. She scanned her keycard and walked into the empty pool, blue lights illuminating everything around them. She walked around its edge for a moment before hearing the door open. Ember was happy to see him, her features lighting up as she heard the sound of the door close behind him, her back was to him as he approached, she was glad, she didnt want him to see how happy she was to see him. She needed to push that down further from where his prying eyes could notice, if she showed him this, it would be admitting the feelings she held, and that was out of the question. “wheres the bleach?” she asked as she turned to him, giving him a small smile, big brown eyes looking up to him. 

—— the more ember spoke, the more it only irritated the girl more, but the root of her irritation came from multiple reasons. the fact she had to learn there was a case involving the connors family through ember and the way she was badmouthing about lincoln. layla knew him all her life, so who was the blonde to act as if she knew him better? “yeah, i know,” she replied, pursing her lips after while shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket. “maybe i will, but whatever is on those papers, lincoln isn’t a monster or a devil as you claim he is.” taking a step forward, her eyes never once glanced away from the girl as she shook her head. “for future reference, i would suggest thinking through about what you’re going to say before actually speaking.” hearing the last comment from the other, layla ended up rolling her eyes. “thanks, but no thanks. i’d rather not ask for your help. ever. oh, and another piece of advice for next time, don’t talk about lincoln like that again when you’re around me. he’s a great guy and it pisses me off when others talk shit about my family.”

                      “ It wouldn’t be a secret if they aren’t. “     He says as if he doesn’t hold a secret on his own. He would probably streak too if secrets someone would knew his secret.     “ The more I think about it, I’m starting to think this was a bad idea. “    Though, admittedly, he already thinks it is a bad idea the moment he hears the announcement and the only thing that was keeping him is fomo and giving his full support to whatever cause Gamma has.      “ Or I’m just really stupid. I’d blame the alcohol but this is really on me. “     Shane laughs, shoving his hands on the pockets of his jeans and follows her as she paves the way.    “ Just this. I was playing beer pong for a while avoiding getting roped into this. And you? I feel like no one can make you do anything? “    

                   Shane was glad for the lack of light to conceal his flushed flesh. However, with the lights off, his urge to make sure everyone was okay starts to kick in. It was a constant feeling he keeps pushing down when it comes up on his throat and has to remind himself that he running a fraternity, not a day care center. Though there are some days he feels likes he is running one. He was pretty sure they are okay.    “ I’m glad though I’m not glad you have to deal with something worse. There are dares and some truths that was probably way worse that people actually opted to go naked. “     Shane got nothing to do and he certainly didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to talk to her. He just didn’t expect to be so tongue-tied.     “ Yeah, I’m really about to get suffocated, anyway. “

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when she opens the door and begins talking, elias almost believes that everything is gonna be just fine. he’s about to say something, mention how he’d die for a bagel with cream cheese right about now, but the atmosphere in the room takes a turn the vert second his sister’s eyes rest on the half-naked lincoln. elias is sat there, mouth hanging open, gaze moving from his twin–– his best friend, to his lover, and at this point? he’s not quite sure what to say. the taller man seems to handle it well, acts polite, not bothered by the girl’s attitude towards him and elias thinks it’s quite fucking cute. but he doesn’t have a lot of time to think about it, his brain choosing to focus on this uncomfortable feeling, this almost nervousness. nonetheless, he offers his sister a small smile, hopes it will make things at least a little bit better, but she’s not here to play. when she gestures towards the door, he immediately turns to look at lincoln, eyes wide, lips parted. he shakes his head slightly, can’t help but feel bad about this treatment his lover’s receiving. “i’m sorry.” he mouths, wanting nothing more than to reach out, take the other’s hand. but he decides against it, figuring it could only make ember more.. angry? he knows she hates him, he knows. what he’s not aware of, however, is the fact she was the one to punch him in the face. elias has no clue, and maybe that’s for the better. “i’ll see you later?” he checks in with lincoln, hopes this incident won’t cancel their evening plans. he watches as the male collects his belongings, leaves the room. a soft sigh escapes. “oh, gosh,” he begins, worried eyes rested on his sister. “em.. that was, like, so wildly unnecessary.” he informs softly, but is quick to change the subject. he forces a small smile, decides to act like none of this just happened. “anyway,” tone almost tad too innocent. “how’s the hangover?” 

Throughout the whole scene all Lincoln can see is how uncomfortable Elias is. He wants to protect him from this, make it easier. However his sister is fuming, and any attempt to do so would only evoke her temper and he could see it in her eyes. “you got it” he states, no real anger or tone in his voice, he is happy to leave as she continues to allow her eyes to caress him with venom. He hears Elias start to speak and watches as his sister looks at him, it was still an upset look, but this time not directed at Lincoln, he took the moments Embers eyes werent on him to smile at Elias and shoot a small wink. “yeah, maybe” he smiles softly. His voice now more wary, seeing how difficult this is for Elias is disconcerting, it makes him want to push past all of his wanting and do what is right. Not forcing Elias to chose, partly because it is the adult thing to do, partly because he knows he wouldnt be the choice Elias would make, and however selfish, that knowledge hurt. He picked up the rest of klydes clothes and left the room, closing the door behind him. He would have a lot to think about as the day progressed, but at that moment he had a text from Evan, he had other things to focus on, so he left them both behind Elias’ door. 

She can see that this whole thing is wild, she barges into his room and demands his company to leave. This was unlike anything Ember had ever been with her brother, she had always protected, him but never took a stance in his love life, letting him do what he wanted. This time however she felt the need to protect his heart, to protect him from the man. As Lincoln speaks she is momentarily stunned, she expects more of a fight, more anger, more something. But Lincoln leaves quicker than expected and for that, she is almost thankful to him. The maybe hanging in the air, she selfishly hopes that the maybe is a definitive no, that her brother will be free from the young Connors grasp. She waves to him sarcastically as he shuts the door, her now badly bruised knuckles prominent. She took a breath in before turning to her brother. She wanted to apologize, the moment that he was out of the room, she could feel the shift in the air, her senses coming back to her. She doesnt however say the words, instead, she just nods as he says how it was uncalled for and shrugs. She allows the subject to be changed effortlessly and hopes this to be the only hiccup in their day together. “its fucking killer dude” she smiled, finally genuinely smiling, no matter how angry she had just been, it was impossible to remain so when it was just her and her better half. “I am never taking the line ‘come on em it will be fun’ again” she said mimicking his voice as she spoke. Her knuckles ached as she laughed but she tried to not bring attention to her hand, if Lincoln hadnt ratted her out, which for some reason she was starting to believe was a possibility, she wouldnt let her hand give her away. 

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the sound of her voice from behind the door causes him to almost jump. heart drops, eyes widen, the stress apparent on his face as he looks around the room, sits himself up before turning his gaze to the man beside him. “oh god.” not good. very not good. and ten seconds? that’s definitely not enough for lincoln to escape through the window. for a second, he’s really thinking about asking the other to hide in the closet or maybe even under the bed, but at the same time he knows that if the plan backfires, if his sister sees the man trying to hide between a bunch of silk shirts–– it’s just gonna be worse. he decides to snap out of it, put on his casual face, not wanting to make his lover feel like something’s wrong. after all, ‘my sister hates you’ is not something he wants to say to this dude he really, really cares about. “okay,” he begins, throwing on a turtleneck, fixing it so that the bruises aren’t as noticeable. “like, no pressure, at all, but––” he hands the other a t-shirt. “act casual! like, like you didn’t just fuck my brains out, okay?” he instructs, softly. “i’m sorry, i’ll explain later.” he’d rather not. he gives the man a quick peck on the lips before turning his attention to the door. he clears his throat, fixes his hair. “oh-kay, betch. come in!” 

Lincoln is sound asleep, arms draped around his lover so casually and gently, his body pressed against the others, breathing in through his curled brown hair. The lack of warmth he feels as Elias is ripped from his arms is enough to having him sitting up in bed, still mostly undressed. He is rubbing at his eyes and trying to process what has his partner so freaked. He watches the frantic movements and grabs the shirt as it is thrown to him, pulling it over his head and listens, Elias is freaked. Lincoln is oddly calm, this is the woman who caused the bruising to his face, but he is more sure than he should be, that she would never make this public to Elias, so he rests easy in that fact, even if he has no verification of it being the actual case. Elias kisses him, and he grabs him by the wrist pulling him back in to kiss him once more, a just a second longer than the last. “got it” he almost whispered when their faces were still close. He stood up and started to look for his pants, not really caring if she saw him like this. “morning” he said with a small smile, his blue eyes resting on her frame. 

She is standing out side of his room for much longer than ten seconds, but she gives him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he was just too hungover to move that fast. She had her hand on the handle of the door when he finally swung it open. She rolled her eyes and smirked as he greeted her, the same way he always had. “took you long enough, I want to get breakfas..” she started before she saw the man in nothing but one of Elias’ teeshirts and his boxers. His face wore the evidence of her introduction to him, but his body language didnt read someone who took a hint. His greeting has her blood boiling. She looks over to Elias, shooting daggers at him. She knew he wouldnt stop, she knew this as a fact, but he took Lincoln Connors home on the same fucking night that she warned him of the other. “wow..” is all she breathes out in Elias’ direction. She turns her attention to Lincoln. “morning” she states coldly, curtly. “the doors right fucking there” she states, pointing to it, her face not hiding any of its disdain. She also knew now, that she would have to explain to her brother why she had punched her brothers partner in the face, why he wore such deep purple, but she was so angry in this moment, she wanted to do it again. She sees all of the marks across her brothers body, and her jaw clenches, he is trying to conceal it from her.

—— wanting to find a good book to read, to bring in inspiration toward her writing, she searched high and low through sections of the library, but wasn’t able to find anything. it felt like after the news about gloria and misty then the truth or dare party happening, she wasn’t truly able to take time for herself and go back to what she loves doing the most: writing. with a sigh, layla was just about to turn around and head through the exit, but the sudden appearance of ember gave her a surprise. she would see her once in a while throughout campus or the library as well, but never really thought about talking to her. mainly because the brunette was in her own world lately. she was confused at the word case because what did she have anything to do with it? she wasn’t interested or didn’t know about any cases outside campus. however, reading the name connors made her feel a bit sick. mainly because of how protective she was toward lincoln and his family, so learning about a case involving them didn’t sit well with her. “what do you mean devil? they’ve always been kind to me, so i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

peter: well, where are you?

ember: are you drunk petey? I am home, I told you this lol

ember: but I can meet you wherever,

“mhm. some weird professor, you say?” he questions, a smirk on his face. “how many weird professors did ya’ see fuckin’ walking ‘round gamma tonight?” it’s not that he thinks it’s a dumb theory–– it could be possible, but his mind is currently very much set on a student. “t’s gotta be fuckin’ one of us, man. how else would ya’ explain the dude getting killed in a house full of people? the murderer must’ve been invited to the party. he was probably there the whole fuckin’ night, lookin’ at us, playing along.” he shrugs. “that, or he disguised himself somehow to sneak in. but, i think we’d notice if some fuck-up in a cloak pranced around the kitchen.” he tells her, amusement apparent in his tone. “fuck you. i wash my sheets four fuckin’ times a week, skank.” he doesn’t, but that’s way beside the point. brows raise at the sudden act, but he knows better than to take it seriously. murray decides to play along, nostrils flared as he turns to glare at her. “okay, yeah, you know what? maybe i will. i’ve got so many fuckin’ hoes, ember, you don’t even fuckin’ know. i don’t even need ya’, or your stupid fuckin’.. room. it smells like bone marrow, anyway.”