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Brodie let out an idiotic laugh at the sight of Derek’s toy gun and eyed it with fascination. “Yo broski I have like a whole box full of those guns in my room, does that mean I have like military level protection? Cooool. We should be like, the campus militia with our weapons.” 

“Oh fuck, you could be like an NRA spokesperson or something! I went and got my gun now because I’m pretty sure Obama is trying to replace all guns with pool noodles or something-- I don’t know. I only get my news from twitter.” Derek grinned, fist bumping his best friend, “Brooooo, we should start a Director hunting team! Think of the puss it’ll get us.”

“    mccourt    ,    I  SWEAR    .     don’t  pull  out  a  gun  on  campus   .      ”      trails  off     ,     eyes  at  a  squint  upon  the  child’s  toy    .     “     that  is  a  GOD  DAMN  nerf  gun    .     honey    ,     just  stick  to  sports     .     ”

“But, Professor!! How else am I going to show everyone not to fuck with me if I don’t have a pew pew??” he protested, waving the Toys R Us gun in the air, “Does nerf means awesome, cause then yeah it’s hella fuckin’ nerf.”

“    oh    ,     SHIT     .     you’re  the  chick  that  got  totally  memed  on    ,     right     ?     ”     vic  muses     ,     sinks  a  sip  of  whiskey    .     “     uhhhhhh  yeah    ,     FUCK  IT     .      ”     accepts  the  clipboard  indifferently    .     “    got  a  pen    ,    jailbird    ?      ”

“Memed. . . on?” Aurora crocked her head, nervously laughing. She pulled a ballpoint pen that was tucked in her ponytail and handed it to Vic. The girl scrunched her nose, “Not to be rude, but um. . . I’m kind of appreciate if you didn’t call me that. It’s still a really sore subject. . . Please.”

// @svnshinesqvad

“    derek    ,    you  big    ,    beautiful  FUCKEN’  CARROT    .     ”     likely  attributed  to  pain  meds    ,     ginger  feels  a  fuzzy  swell  of  affection  for  her  room  mate  and  directs  a  peck  upon  his  cheek    .     “    i’m  not  gonna’  stab  you     .     i  love  you    .     ”

“Big? Have I gained weight?” he asked, looking down to make sure he could still see his toes. Derek smiled wide at the cheek kiss. It was a nice change from Ginger tackling him. “I love you too, Ging. Which is why I think you should stab me! Or we could just get matching tattoos. What should they say? How about you get ‘da’ and I get ‘bois’.”

“    wanna  see  my  gnarly  stab  wound     ?    i  got  stoned  and  forgot  to  change  the  bandages  and  it  like     ,     GOT  INFECTED     ,     i  guess    .     ”

“Yooo your hand looks like it has the clap-- and I would know! Damn. I wish my gunshot wound was as cool looking as your knife wound. Hey! I have a great idea! You stab me and that way we can be scar twins!!”

Richie’s eyebrows went up slightly and looked back over at Eddie as the boy went through his bag. “Wait, really? You did?” he asked, surprised by that and smiling lightly. “He doesn’t have to worry about that having happened before, but he will when we go back together,” he said and winked at him playfully. “Because then I will be banging you all over that place,” he chuckled. “Aww, I wish I was there for that, I wouldn’t mind being kissed by your mom,” he teased as he watched Eddie pull out a sweater. “Oh my god, what the fuck is that?” he asked, biting back a laugh at the sight of the sweater with his name across it. “I’d never want to make my future wife cry,” he replied and shook his head. “Is it sad that I actually love it? Although, I think you’d look way cuter in it.” 

“Yeah, it was kind of awkward at first because I didn’t know how they’d react, but like. . . I see our relationship as serious so I wanted them to know.” Eddie snorted, “Che, why don’t we have sex once before you start planning where we’re going to do it in my parent’s house?” Arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s waist as Eddie rose on the balls of his feet to kiss him, “Too bad. You just got me to kiss. . . Hey, don’t laugh! My mom knitted it for you. Susan put her heart, sweat, and tears into it.” The shorter of the two chuckled, “Don’t worry, I have a drawer full of my own sweaters made by her. Oh uh I have something else to give you.” Eddie let go of Richie to dig a small box out of his coat pocket. “Uhh my mom and I went shopping and I saw this. I made a joke about how it reminded me of High School Musical which, in turn, reminded me of you. My mom I should get it so um. . .” he said quietly, opening the box to reveal a little ‘E’ necklace, “If you don’t like it I can send it back. I know it’s kinda ‘gai’.”

“      i  owe  everyone  that  gave  the  director  my  name  a  drink      ,       i  just  finished  an  assignment  and  I’M  READY  FOR  THE  END      .      ”

“Sorry, I voted for Derek McCourt. I know I should feel guilty, but the guy punched me and called Bev sloppy seconds. If you’re really looking to die, may  I suggest eating campus food?”

// @gcmesofmay

Gamila smiled at Eddie and sighed. “Thank you Eddie. You’re a great person you know that?” She said and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Honestly, the sorority doesn’t even seem appealing at this point. I really only joined because of Bri and now she’s not there. There’s just gonna be a bunch of partying and some mourning. It’ll blow over by the time the director strikes again anyway.” She said and sighed. She sat for a moment, not saying anything, and then turned to him. “You know what sucks? I’m more angry than sad. Like I feel like I should have been there for her, saved her somehow or something. I feel like she could have still be alive.”

Everest stepped into the others room, giving a nervous shrug. “Well um-now that you mention it, both?” she replied, sitting down on the bed. :”And then there’s something else I need to tell you.” she said biting her lip, her thumb running over the scar on her palm. “I can’t say everything about it though.” 

Karley’s eyes wandered to the duvet on her bed to avoid looking at the blonde. She wasn’t much of a ‘talk about what’s on my mind’ type, but she felt like Everest was worth making an effort. “I was really confused when you kissed me.” she began, rubbing the back of her neck, “I had no idea you liked me. I guess I always liked you too I just. . . repressed it all? For the sake of our friendship and stuff. . . I was really happy though.” She felt a shaky sigh rush out of her as if she had been holding her breath since she walked in. A tear wet her cheek as she continued, “Then I got a text from the Director. They said I had to break your heart or they were going to kill you. . . Though, seeing your face at the party made me feel the same way I probably would of if I actually watched you die. . . Then you just seemed so happy with Atropa. I was going to try and fix things, but I didn’t want to ruin that for you. You didn’t deserve any more shit to deal with.” An eyebrow crocked upward, “What’s wrong, E?”

Gamila looked at him and shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t really know. I haven’t even cried. Does that make me a terrible friend?” Gamila  wanted nothing more than to crawl into a room and not  come out for awhile. She gave Eddie a small smile. “Thanks Eddie.”

Eddie placed his bag down on the floor and sat next to her, “No, I get it. Sometimes you just don’t have the energy to cry or you’re in shock. You’re not a bad friend and I’m sure Bri would understand. . . A weak smiled was offered back, “Hey uh at least your sorority is back, right? You guys can be there for each other. I didn’t know Bri, but I can only assume she loved her friends and she’d be happy for you guys. I know if that were me I’d want to see my friends come together.”

Unknown: Alright I'm bored again already. Time for a fun voting round!

Unknown: Give me a name for who you think deserves to bite the dust next or your name's going down on my hit list, and don't give me the pathetic "I'm edgy so I'm not going to give you anyone" or I'll personally visit you in the middle of the night and slit your throat.

Unknown: Alright I'm bored again already. Time for a fun voting round!

Unknown: Give me a name for who you think deserves to bite the dust next or your name's going down on my hit list, and don't give me the pathetic "I'm edgy so I'm not going to give you anyone" or I'll personally visit you in the middle of the night and slit your throat.