✧ °｡ ● she is beauty, she is grace.

you forget that girls ask me for certain things all the time, and if they assume further—well, that’s not on me. you know what ? you’re going to be one of those ivy girls who dates some guy who’s boring and snobby and marries chad or andrew or whatever the fuck his name is. and your life will be average and boring and not worth working your ass off for. you’re probably not even going to get the chance to actually do what you want, because your husband is a whiny, needy dick and you can’t stand not doing what people expect of you.

i’m sorry theo, i think you have me confused with the future sorority girl you were “helping” last week. still, any future i have with any guy will still be better than the lonely, bitter future that lies ahead of you. once there aren’t any other girls to boost your ego you’ll realize you’ve burned all of your bridges and ruined every chance given to you. so while i’m asleep in my vacation home with andrew or chad, you’ll still be sleeping alone wondering what you should do with your life.

 you think soccer’s a waste of time, don’t you ? then tell me, sav, how does it feel to know that you have to be there just as long as we do ?

i think soccer’s a great hobby for those who actually have a future in it. but hey, the more you’re on the field, the less time you have to play eenie meenie miney mo in the hallways and chose your next victim. i don’t know theo, how do you feel knowing that next year i can list this as an extra curricular on my application to yale and you’ll still be here in walnut bragging about being a soccer star to get laid ?

oh, what high praise. thanks for that, babe. how’s austen been doing ?? you seem to only be hanging out with her.

anytime, theo, anytime at all. she’s far more interesting than you’ll ever experience, but please, continue spending all your time playing with balls. 

not that time really mattered on jagger’s internal lack-of-sobriety clock, but it was late - and when it was darker outside meant darker liquor roamed his bloodstream. he and a few rowdy friends were taking over the corner of the diner, ordering the entire menu, banging silverware on the table, bothering other guests around them - anything to disrupt the peace in what they considered fun. after a few whispers among the boys and an overall decision to clear out, an intoxicated jagger got the attention of his insider at the restaurant - savannah. “never—” he slurred towards the brunette, with a glass of beer in hand. the other boys ate the rest of the plates clean quickly and kept urging jagger to do something - until the male beside him pushed at his unsteady arm, causing the particularly full glass of alcohol to spill & explode all over sav’s attire. go, go, go, the other’s chanted as they slid from the booths to make an exit (crashing plates to the floor while doing so) and most importantly, without paying for anything. jagger couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, at sav, and walked backwards towards the door until a swift move to run after his friends caused him to fall on the wet floor.  

everything happened quickly—alcohol on her uniform (meaning she has to stay up late to wash it since she had another shift immediately after school), plates crashing to the floor (but thankfully not breaking), and a damn near stampede of young boys making their way towards the door. by the time she understood the string of events, savannah turned around just in time to witness the downfall of the last boy to exit. walking over to the drunken brunette that remained on the floor. “you’re an idiot, jagger. and your friends are idiots too.” she complained, crossing her arms as she watched him slide his way back onto his feet. looking to the side, she saw her co-worker beginning to clean up the mess. “you realize, you could’ve easily went to jail for skipping out on that meal and being the last one left. pretty stupid reason to go to jail, but i guess the thrill was worth the risk or something like that.” pulling her wallet out, savannah placed enough cash to cover both the meal and the tip on the table beside her, close enough for her co-worker to see. “you’re paying me back one way or another, like it or not, jagger.”

god, sometimes people just need to shut the fuck up. like—yeah, girl in my gov class, we are definitely going to believe that obama is funneling nasa money to the kkk. what a fucking amazing opinion.

amazing, theo. you’ve managed to find somebody with a lower IQ than your own.