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⌚ - headcanon about schedules

✗ - headcanon about enemies

Rose McAllister values one aspect of her life - she doesn’t have a lot of enemies.  On the other hand, she does have a rivalry, the closest she has to an enemy.  The rivalry between Rose McAllister and Rose Berkshire is well-known around Ashbourne College School.  The two constantly battle over the school’s top academic spot and sometimes the battle strays from just good grades on exams.  

❄ - headcanon about winter

☂ - headcanon about rainy days

✈ - headcanon about traveling

☼ - headcanon about sunny days

☁ - headcanon about dreams

❄ - headcanon about winter

☆ - headcanon about stars

⌚ - headcanon about schedules

☎ - headcanon about phone calls

✉ - headcanon about letters

✓ - headcanon about friends

✗ - headcanon about enemies

☹ - headcanon about sorrow

☺ - headcanon about happiness

☤ - headcanon about health

✐ - headcanon about writing

✿ - headcanon about plants

♥ - headcanon about love

hyde: ok get this

hyde: you, me, that diner right by the school, tonight

rose m: I'd love that, Hyde

Kendall considered Rose’s question. She considered herself without partying. The idea of living without something to shut off her thoughts, to take her away, even just for a night, made Kendall hesitate. She looked up at Rose, wanting to say yes, wanting to believe that she could make that promise, but knowing she couldn’t, not now. “Is that what it would take?” She asked instead, her tone angrier than she anticipated. Kendall’s hand fell to her side again when she added, softer, “That’s what you need to hear?”

Rose studied the girl.  The girl she always knew -- the avid party girl, usually so sweet and so kind to Rose.  She always was back when they were friends. Although after what Rhiannon told Rose what Kendall said, well, that changed things.  “I’m not going to tell you what I want to hear.  You should be capable of making your own decisions,” Rose glanced at the binders in her hand, before looking off behind Kendall.  “But drunken words are sober thoughts.”

Rose McAllister was fuming.  After scrolling through the opinions her classmates’ had of her, thus far, Kris’ was the worst.  It wasn’t the opinion about her that got her going.  Maybe nothing did work out for Rose and maybe she did try too hard sometimes, but she’d heard that all before.  No, it was something else.  When Rose spotted the blue-haired girl in the hallway, Rose nearly pounced.  “Kris,” she beckoned.  Rose walked briskly up to the girl and held up her phone.  “What the hell?”  She brought the phone in front of her, reading the other girl’s words aloud, “‘I know it’s because of Rose McAllister, it all would be better if he got over her.’  I didn’t know it was any of your business who Wes associates with.”  @krisffs

“Please,” Kendall tried, bringing her arms out to her sides before she let them land on her backpack strap again. “That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever said – ever done.” She decided, looking down at her shoes. “I was drunk and I… I’m not going to be that girl anymore, who loses control,” she vowed, her voice tainted with a misdirected bitterness.

Rose shifted the binders to her other arm, letting the sore one rest on her hip.  She watched Kendall’s hands as she let them touch her backpack straps.  “Are you saying that you’re not going to get drunk?” Rose stated.  She took a step in the other blonde’s direction, “otherwise how do you expect to keep control all the time?”  

Kendall allowed for Rose grab the binder and, without flight, let her push past her after that. All the while, she was stuck in her dumbfounded position. However, when her old friend was about to walk away, Kendall scoffed. “Over a year and we’re still not past this.” She turned around to see Rose. “Really?” Her question was the combination of annoyance and longing, nostalgia that Kendall couldn’t seem to shake.

Rose ceased walking when Kendall called her out.  She feared turning around, she didn’t even want to look at the girl.  However, Rose turned around slowly and took a few steps in the girl’s direction.  “I can’t -- I don’t trust you,” Rose said.  “Not after what you said.”  She focused her eyes on the floor.