bad things

Characters + Incorrect Quotes  → Sadie Lockhart & Leyla Kelly

Some of the girls at bootleggers hated the sunday football crowd, but it was something Lacey thrived in. She loved sports, and could talk with the best of them, sometimes earning her a good tip. She watched quickly as a field goal was kicked in, and walked to a table. “How ya’ll doing, need anything right now?” She asked them . @frostfordstart​

Once again, she was up to no good, she’d been crouching down low on the table, peeking through a container of sugar and one of ketchup as she spied on a couple that looked too cute for their own comfort. She hadn’t expected Lacey’s approach at all and she’d barely touched her iced tea. “Goodness!” She jumped, smacking the table and causing her tea to spill all over her lap. “Oh no!” She wasn’t going to blame the waitress for startling her, she’d only been doing her job, but she gave her a wide eyed, panicked look as the two she’d been spying on had spotted her. “Hide me!”

                        Drinking wasn’t exactly advised by the Doctors, especially when heavy amounts of it made his already blurry memory even worse but that didn’t stop Jack these days. He limited himself well enough. Noticing a face across the bar, he realized he had been staring at them for perhaps a little too long. He was prone to dissociating and cursed to himself. Deciding to let them know he wasn’t like the usual creepy punters he approached them with a friendly smile. “Sorry. I wasn’t staring at you because of anything bad. No spinach in your teeth or anything as far as I can tell.” 

“Hm, excuse me but…” Bradley said approaching with a frown on his face. “What the hell are you doing?” He stopped walking as he still trying to figure out what was going on there. “Should I be worried?”  @frostfordstart​

He’d startled her so much that she’d jumped, accompanied it by a yelp as she closed the mailbox quickly, no need for him to notice what she’d shoved inside. “M’checkin’ the mail,” she answered in a higher pitch than normal, nevermind the fact that she didn’t live there. “Why on Earth would you be worried? Does no one send you mail?”

   “Red hair would be perfect for you, Sadie. Red for passion.” Leyla commented with a dreamy tone, fingers gently touching on a loose strand of her friend’s hair. Between trying to keep an eye on whatever line of thought Sadie was having, barely being able to concentrate on the iPhone in her hands. “It’s off-” she tried to persist in a hushed whisper, thumb pressing down on the big white button and suddenly a beam of light cascading onto the window and across the grass - illuminating as if aliens had come down to abduct them all. “Oh no!” she squeaked lightly, face planting the mud under the bushes as she stared to Sadie with wide eyes. “We’re gonna look like psychos in our mug shots.” Leyla frowned, as if what they were doing wasn’t already bordering that line. She was pouting, knowing she should’ve totally opted for the pink camo and not the green. What was the green even good for? Oh right, camouflage. A finger rose to her lips as a flurry of footsteps could be heard on the porch. Betsy’s voice being far clearer than Colin’s as the blond was worried someone took a picture of her breasts. “Oh, please. Don’t flatter yourself.” Leyla mocked her under her breath, pulling a face and rolling her eyes. “Even her damn voice is annoying.” 

It was a testament to their friendship that Leyla was ticking off all her buttons. It was a miracle that her head hadn’t doubled her size after all of this ego inflation. “Really?” She asked her, fully aware that this was not the time or the place for this sort of conversation, not that they should have been there in the first place. “Like Jessica Rabbit red or like Ariel red?” She asked, twirling a strand between her index finger and completely ignoring the severity of the situation of front of them. They were lying on the ground, dirt inches from their face-- in full blown camouflage. They should have done better planning. “Speak for yourself,” she told her, holding herself up by her forearms. “I always look great in my mugshots,” she might have been the only person to actually smile in them of course. She nodded silently as Leyla held her finger up, listening to them with a combination of anger and sadness, and of course, admiration and love for her friend who seemed to support her no matter what. Tears were filling her Disney eyes as she thought about being left for this Betsy girl. “Is she prettier than me?” She asked, a little too emotionally for her own good. “Why would he pick her over me?” Was her next question, voice a little louder than before. It might have carried a bit, too.

    “No, you look like Kim Possible. It’s badass. Plus, he deserves this. Turning up buying condoms with some out of town hussy. Who does he think he is? Besides, we can’t get caught. My dad’s already told me he won’t pull his court strings next time.” Leyla whispered while creating a line of vision through the shrubbery and peering through it with wide brown eyes. The movement behind the window startled her, the girl kneeling down lower while still itching to catch every detail. “No…I don’t think so. Wait.” Leyla had a spark of an idea, slipping out her iPhone and holding it at the perfect angle while opening the camera - allowing the two to see everything through the screen. “Oh my God, he’s taking her top off! By the window!? Please, they want to be seen.”

Eyes wide, the mere seconds it took her to down a full glass was both impressive and disconcerting. “It’s not a shot,” she was quick to note before filling the glass again. “You still have to have some vigilance in who choose on the apps too. To be fair, that guy from the concert was wearin’ a shirt without sleeves when you swiped right on him. Standards, Sades, standards.” The same lack of standards is what landed the brunette in multiple relationships with Hayes, after all. Lyla still wanted to unsee that. “Of all places for a man to ruin, it had to be a Target. Do you know his name? I’m too good at hunting people down. It’s a gift.”

Her nose wrinkled almost instantly, not at the taste of the wine but at how quickly it made her feel lightheaded and fuzzy. Sadie hadn’t any intentions of getting anywhere near drunk that night, a glass of wine or two would suffice, but she was sure all of that was going out the window if she’d have to recount her stories. Nothing like thirteen percent alcohol by volume to make everything feel better. “Wish it was a shot,” she replied with a shrug, and a nod in place of a thank you. This time she’d take it slow, sip by sip. “I liked his muscles,” she told Lyla in a low voice that was close to being a whine, and then she sighed-- she got herself into trouble all too often. She knew Lyla was right, her standards had definitely plummeted as of late. Anyone else might have done the rational thing and turned Lyla’s offer down, but this was the least rational person around. “Said his name was Logan Whitlock-- I bet you that’s not even true. I’d love to have a few words with him though, apparently he’s big into vinyl records and it’d be a real shame if some of them just--” she used her hands to mimed one breaking in half and raised her eyebrows, “Oops.”

SADIE LOCKHART  → NOTORIOUS TIDBITS

slashed tires, slashed prices: big tom heine’s buy three tires get one free promotion actually came about after Sadie had it out with @coltonrollins tires after a brief fling, anyone who ends up being a victim of her revenge tactics where their car is involved is welcome to big tom’s at a discounted price, too. 

spoiling the rose ceremony: after @lexacovington came home from the bachelor and not getting chosen, Sadie took it upon herself to blow the rose ceremonies for the next few weeks, she also may have found the bachelor’s facebook and had a few choice words for him too but that part’s just a rumor and there’s no proof, especially because she’s not allowed on facebook anymore. 

a murder of crows: once tried to mail a faux dead bird to someone as a threat,with a note that said this should have been their next meal. @jacbsterling and the folks at the post office had to take every precaution, especially because of who was trying to send it, to make sure she wasn’t actually trying to send a taxidermied ( or worse ) crow to someone.

please mr. jailer: has been arrested over thirteen times, usually makes bail pretty quickly but there’s a rumor has it that she’s got her own code and that if you hear the local deputies call in a 2248 that just means Sadie’s up to no good again.

punk ass kid: Sadie actually thought that @kentackerman liked her, and she thought he was charming and cute, was pretty humiliated when he left her high and dry at the Whole Enchilada and she used adrenaline fueled strength to break his skateboard in half.

the leg bone’s connected to the: The best revenge is how often @kentackerman injures himself considering she’s often on duty as the radiology tech at the family clinic, anytime he comes in and needs to be x-rayed she completely forgets the definition of bedside manner.

temper tantrums: Sadie is not afraid to put on dramatics especially if it’s for @austin-lockhart‘s sake-- once at Star Diner the two were enjoying their dinner when there was a clamor of noise that sent her brother into a panic and had everyone staring, she of course, noticed immediately and directed the attention to herself by having a giant, epic meltdown, to this day they still worry anytime she comes into the diner

“I mean m’not one to …kiss and tell–not that I’ve kissed this person or anything– I might actually die and ascend to the pearly gates if I did…but, I mean if it’s just between you an’ I– I’ve probably had a thing for Ethan Heine for years. He was over at our place when I was in high school and I’d just gotten broken up with and Ethan was real nice– nicest anyone’s ever been to me without wantin’ somethin’ in return you know? I’ve been a lost cause ever since.”

“Hayes Beauchamp. Like datin’ a walkin’ Bass Pro Shops.Must have been real desperate to date him the first time…I dunno what came over me the other four times.”

“Well I can tell you who I wouldn’t set him up with and her name rhymes with Vienna Lowe.”

“Have y’all ever heard about the time Kent Ackerman asked me on a date? We didn’t really know each other that well before he did, I wrapped an ace bandage around a sprained ankle of his that he got from tryin’ to do a kick flip off the library railin’– that should have been my first warning. But he was cute and funny and he had a nice smile so obviously I was eatin’ out of the palm of his stupid hand. I dunno what happened afterwards but next thing I know the lugnut is jumpin’ out of the Whole Enchilada bathroom window and June had to come and tell me. Whole restaurant heard by the way. I guess the second sign that it was gonna be terrible was that he took me to the Whole Enchilada, huh? I was humiliated.”

“When I was a senior in high school Brendon Shannon asked me to the homecomin’ dance, except what he didn’t tell me was that he’d also asked April O’Shea too and I was just his backup choice. I got super pretty and dressed up and I was gonna let him go to second base that night, too. When he didn’t show up I just thought maybe we’d agreed to meet at the dance and I got it mixed up so I got my brother to bring me to school only to find him slow dancin’ with April and I was so devastated I was gettin’ ready to let him have it when I got the skirt of my dress caught on Hayes Beauchamps’ cowboy boots. Idiot, who wears cowboy boots to homecomin’ anyway? My dress was really delicate and the whole skirt ripped off and everyone got to see what I’d driven up to the mall in Mobile to buy for Brendon.”

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Sadie Lockhart & Penelope Caulfield moodboard.