*:・ﾟ✧ — I CAN CHANGE.

caleb: i’ll see :) i like leaving you wanting

caleb: gross !!! don’t talk to her !!! you can resist !!!

caleb: that’s it? lucky bitch

caleb: sexy, send a pic?

jude: tease 🥵🥵🥵

jude: caleb u know id rather die than talk to that girl

jude: alex is the only one who has my back since ur getting bedbaths and eating food from a bag

jude: sorry some of us watched the "seatbelt safety" videos

caleb: don’t sound too happy

caleb: fr i’ve been tryna score some more morphine

caleb: how u doing ?

caleb: did u get injured ??

jude: fair... u have gotta come back. pls

jude: im stuck with esther

jude: self medication isnt helping

jude: just a cut ig

esther swallows, looking down at her feet- eun’s room would be better, plus, maitê was there too, “i would if i could.” she doesn’t think the administration would much appreciate her trying to stay in another room and she can’t risk getting in trouble. she’s tired and the scratches she got from the storm seem to be stinging more, “jude…” her voice is harder than she wants it to be, “it doesn’t have to be like this. not if you could’ve just believed me!” 

caleb: i lived bitch !!!!!!

caleb: [ insert image of caleb tucked up in his hospital bed, a strewn of wires connected, and a casted up arm. however, as always, he's smiling and holding up his middle finger. ]

jude: unfortunately... fuck

KENNEDY: who are you with?

KENNEDY: i don't think i will either. tell me being a convict isn't so bad bc i'm considering it

KENNEDY: miss you too

JUDE: brynn ... esther ... alex... kill me. you?

JUDE: in juvie u get three meals a day and xbox rights sometimes if ur in the cushy cell but i dont think adult prison works like that so...

       it wasn’t the most ideal circumstances. honestly, alex’s mind couldn’t stop drifting off to spencer. while she wasn’t happy that everyone seemed to get new roommates and she still managed to be stuck with brynn, it could be worse. even so, being in the middle of jude and esther wasn’t all that, either. “ i mean, maybe… i’m sure they’ll fix things soon, though..! and you can’t go sleep in someone’s car. i need a buddy –- what if brynn tries to smother me ‘cause she realizes i’ll never have enough money to pay her back? ”

esther lets out a sigh, giving jude an almost sad look, “that’s gonna be a little difficult- this dorm isn’t really made for four people.” and he knows that, obviously, but she can’t help to be a little bitter- not when jude gets caleb and tatum. she folds her arms over her chest, feeling prickly and wrong, like she’s a stranger to him- which, she guesses she is now, “i don’t want it to have to be like this. jude… i don’t want us…” she trails off, “i’m sorry that you’re stuck with me.” 

jude: please save me kenneth

jude: i don't think im gonna survive long enough to make it back to pythag

@judecz​ 

it was incredibly uncomfortable. it was as if the administration had looked straight at esther and said ‘suffer!’ there wasn’t anyone else they could’ve put her with? she was quite sure that anyone else would have been better. she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, fingers tapping at her thighs nervously. she turned again, giving her old friend a tight smile, “so… this’ll be fun, huh?” 

“ oh suck my dick, judas. ” he drawls bitterness from that rotting in his stomach, fingertips swiping at the condensation that drawls ; dewing wetness. a sigh fills & he wants to burn, prise himself of flesh until he nothing but a tremor of anger that HUNTS. even for him this is too close for comfort. “ you heard me. ” he mumbles, shoulders dropping. sticky palms rubbing against tattered jeans. “ sorry, should we start singing kumbay-fucking-ya ? ”

“ i didn’t need a committee to click and collect, i thought i was pretty clear that i only wanted to spend time with you, ‘lena. ” calloused hands wrap against the head of her seat, wine soaked features contorting to honeycomb warmth ; a tenderness that reminds him of the summer before he wrecked his body. his mind. “ no offence, judas and beetlejuice. ”

back seat ‘shot gunned’, overgrown limbs lathering, - his ignores the urge to crawl out of a flesh sewn facade ; that permeating scent of his father smeared in a handshake. he laughs, hollowed, bitter. “ sure , mother. ” cheekbones flushed, the sound of the rain hammering. he turns his attention to jude,  “ how come you’re here? i thought you would indoors, recovering from your asthma. ”

angel: do u want me to send you some armbands ?

angel: or a float?

angel: im sure caleb's ego will keep u adrift.

caleb: gimme aN L

caleb: what ? that asthma you’ve contracted ?

caleb: no thanks x

caleb: how’s it back on campus?

caleb: any professors lost their wigs?

caleb: my dad was practically glueing down his toupee earlier

jude: u can have my n64 game collection

jude: dont have an n64 but its the thought that counts

jude: saw ur wig fly past, i'd recognise that mop anywhere

angel: i’m

angel: you can’t swim?

angel: [read ✔️]

jude: no i cant swim