sabina marquez.

ISIS: 너무 끈적 거리다.

ISIS: mhhm

ISIS: ah no, the 'CHANCE' fragrance

SABINA: autocorrect's a bitch, isn't it?

SABINA: ahh the one my grade school cousins wear!

ISIS: it's not that, i genuinely don't like some of these new collections

ISIS: i don't just buy for the name of the brand x

ISIS: i looked and ended up restocking my fav perfume

ISIS: of course :) it's a shame you have to deal with such ignorant people

SABINA: that's okay. we can't all appreciate fine taste.

SABINA: clearly. love that for you though!

SABINA: oh! what's it called? it's the one my abuela wears, i believe?

ISIS: that's feasible

ISIS: nothing appealed to me hardly here, it's shit shopping here

ISIS: is that how you look so miserable all the time, dear?

SABINA: hmm i guess not everyone has a contact in the major fashion houses.

SABINA: maybe you could try the chanel site, si?

SABINA: no. being surrounded by people who don't know their alexander wang from their alexander mcqueen has that effect.

ISIS: when will i ever learn..

ISIS: retail therapy never works

ISIS: and then i end up hating all my things after

ISIS: me casually wasting 5k for no reason

ISIS: story of my life

SABINA: maybe you're just buying the wrong things

SABINA: 5k hardly counts as retail therapy, babe

alex grinned, in agreement with her statement. “my mind is just full of questions that you’d hear from an intoxicated person. isn’t that just part of my charm?” he teased. alex and sabina weren’t exactly the same; in fact, they were quite different. however, with alex’s personality, it didn’t take him much to get along with someone. the question was within whether he wanted to be around the person or not – and with sabina, he seemed to always want her company. how long is he going to stay in denial about this little pathetic crush of his? probably forever. “well said, my friend. well said. so, what would your statistics look like? angelic or hellish?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. 

For fuck sake’s.This is what Rose got for trying to be approachable and pleasant.She should of been her usual anti-social self in one of the spare practice rooms far far away from Sabina Marquez.Associating with her was like intentionally attracting blood sucking mosquitoes.Rose learned that the hard way.“Ah Sabina what a pleasant surprise , just the person I wanted to drain my life force.I’ll have you know I’m doing pretty well at this whole looking after a baby thing and unlike some people I don’t need to pay or intimidate people into doing my dirty work."The bleach blonde replied , giving Sabina a smile that could curdle milk."That’s a very nasty thing to say.You know I save my violent tendencies for the special select group of people that deserve them.”

   “so when’s the next bodley party? cause I can’t wait until halloween…”

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Montana looked over at her, eyebrows furrowed at her words, an obvious expression of annoyance and anger plastered on his features. He should hate her by now with the way she spoke to him, but it was that fiery attitude she possessed that reeled him in, in the first place. “ Yeah, this idiot finds it too difficult to understand. ” He leans in closer, making sure to lower his voice this time.

 Preston rolled his eyes. “So that means I got a shot, huh?” He asked leaning forward. He didn’t know if he’d actually ever get the chance of hooking up with the girl but he wouldn’t miss the shot to flirt with her at any time he could. His eyes fell for a second and he shrugged. “Hm, showing some interest are yah? You are obviously more than just some booty call…” He said raising a brow. “What would you say to me taking you out for a few drinks, I’d obviously get you with my charm and try to get you to play darts with me… I might just let you win and as the gentleman I am, I’d walk you home. By then you’d already want me so of course I’d be invited in… then all that shit before would be forgotten cause I’d really impress you as I’m making you melt and by the next morning you’d only be begging for more.” Preston pulled away with a laugh but he had to be honest… it sounded like a damn good night to him. “See what would you do without me, Sabina?”

“Sorry, baby, but that’s not how I fight. They want me to throw a fight? Fuck that. I play it real.” Preston could throw his foot down too when he felt he needed. “It’s not an easy win when the other opponent is an equal match, but you can’t tell me that letting some chaf have a few hits on me just for the thrill of others is the fucking way to do it. It’s street fighting not a play on a stage.” If she really knew Preston she’d know he wasn’t doing it for the money, not for the show either, he wanted the thrill of proving himself. And if that meant winning the fights he was meant to will than he was happy. “I can… i just have never been great in classes, but who cares right? I make it through with the grades I need.” He wasn’t stupid but his smarts weren’t focused on books and tests as much as they had been on other things. “It’s not like I don’t wanna get personal…” He shrugged he hadn’t told anyone about himself and Charlie yet and he knew if he did she’d just get in worse shit than she was in. “I just do’t know what to say. I really wanna be with someone who is with someone else.” He said trying his best to downplay how much he really had gotten himself in. 

sabina always loved to play games and feeling like she had the upper hand. this right here was exactly that. the flirting and teasing, the chase, playing hard to get - it always made things more interesting and the sex better. again, not that she had any plans to sleep with preston. yet. “i like knowing what i’d be getting myself into,” she replied with a nonchalant shrug. taking a slow sip of her coffee to hide the small smile on her face, she pictured their would-be date as he described it. it wasn’t like any of the dates she’d usually go on - five star exclusive restaurant booked out just for her, glamorous and ritzy galas, jetsetting to france for authentic french cuisine... really, anything as over the top and expensive as you could imagine it to be. she was even gifted a diamond necklace on a first date once. and yet, she had to admit that preston’s date did sound kind of... fun, strangely enough. still, she couldn’t make it that easy for him. she wouldn’t be sabina marquez if she did. putting her mug down, she hummed, “hm... i would say... you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that to impress me, babe. it was cute though, really.” 

benjamin had prided himself for always staying focus on what was important. school, good grades, staying loyal to his good friend – best friend libby, helping his dads when they asked. always trying his best even when he felt as though he wasn’t going to do well in a certain subject or place. and bodley was a place where benjamin was unsure if he’d fit in at all, he just considered himself lucky that he had libby at his side. what had truly shocked him today was someone informing him sabina wanted to see him or at least someone had said she was looking for him. that in itself through him for a loop. someone as a pretty as her wanted to see him? the idea alone made him swallow thickly. now imagine him standing before her, staring at her wide eyed like a deer caught in head lights … oh wait, he was! benji clears his throat, shuffling forward and taking her hand to shake. “ah yes, i’m benjamin. nice to meet you, sabina.”

a smile formed on his lips at the closeness between them. sabina was really the one to pull him under her wing when he got here. he knew that he did have a lot of loyalty to her. he wasn’t sure how it happened so fast but he also knew that he wasn’t going to get attached any time soon. so sure that he actually laughed a bit at her statement before he leaned into her a bit more so close that she could feel his breath every time he breathed out and his dark brown eyes studied her carefully. there was something about her that intrigued him so much. he wanted to be able to know all her loose ends and everything. but he couldn’t do that if he didn’t choose to be attached to her. that’s what made her a mystery to him. “never going to happen.” he muttered in between the kiss as he let his eyes rest shut somewhere in between. 

was hunter bitter for refusing to get close to her? probably. but he had already lost so much in the past that every time he started caring about someone they would just leave or something worse happened to them. it was better if he didn’t get attached to her anyway. she wouldn’t have to deal with it. she wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of what he left behind. it was better that way because surprisingly he actually did like her family and he would kind of like them to stay intact. his hands gently moved down to her waist, his thumbs resting on the skin underneath the hem of her neatly ironed shirt. her body was warm and it was calming as the sunlight shined through the windows making his dark brown hair almost looking auburn at a point as his hands slowly moved up her torso. “are you sure you want to keep doing this?” he asked in between the kiss almost as if it was some sort of warning. 

like it was a final warning. where he knew if that she said yes they would keep doing whatever this thing was well until… something happened to one of them. but he wasn’t going to think about that for now. “it’s all up to you….. if you want to keep doing this.” he muttered against her skin his hands stopping right on her ribcage and for once his face looked somewhat serious and not with the goofy smile like he usually had. he really wasn’t sure what he was saying. but it almost suggested that they were something more than just a hookup. maybe. just maybe. 

arching her brow up, she found herself smirking as he laughed at her remarks. so it seemed like they were both on the same page then. that was, if she ignored the tiny, molecular part of her that almost wanted him to beg her to take him to spain with her. but it was so small that it practically didn’t exist. did sabina ever picture that scenario in her mind? having hunter by her side in madrid, away from all of this high school bullshit, as he worked for her family, while they figured out this... thing between them? of course it’s crossed her mind. probably a dozen times and more. and each time it would always end in her laughing at herself, scrutinizing the naive idealism of it all. “good,” she mumbled softly against his lips.

pulling back slightly so he could read her face, she arched a brow, replying confidently, “i’m always sure.” sabina always thought everything through and through, never leaving room for self-doubt or errors. hunter was someone she became involved with after she found out he was interested in dealing and she just so happened to have access to what he wanted to deal, and more. to put it bluntly, he was simply a business opportunity for her. and quite honestly, he still was. she hadn’t forgotten about that just because they also fucked on the side now too. hooking up with hunter was never part of the plan, but sometimes plans changed. and don’t think sabina didn’t carefully weigh the pros and cons of letting that happen. she always did. so was she sure that she wanted to keep doing this with him? well, so far, the pros still outweighed the cons.

Montana hadn’t even noticed who came to sit across from him, not until he looked up to speak. He rolled his eyes at his exes words, crossing his arms over chest before his lips curled into a smirk. “ Ah, Sabina. Happy as ever I see. ” Montana looks around the study hall, the majority of the students glued to their phones. “ I don’t think there’s much studying going on. ”

alex shook his head at her, happy that he finally tore her attention away from that book. “nope, but we could be, and then maybe you and i could see eye to eye about this whole stats thing.” he teased with a small grin on his lips. at her questioning of the systems, alex’s brows only furrowed in confusion. “well, i don’t know, is there a limit to the oral sex in the afterlife? at what point would you consider it to reflect poorly on me?”