unholy

– “HA, YOU’RE A FUNNY ONE,” SHE NOTES DRYLY, shoving some of the glass under the machine in a futile attempt to clean some of it up. could be worse, maybe. “ i’m not angry, by the way. just hungry. ” 

“Funny is my finest quality.” Mars eats two sticks of red candy as he watches her attempt to clean up the shattered glass with amusement. “Uh huh, sure. The school’s  got a dining hall and a food court and yet, here we are.” He feels an inexplicable need to goad her, the way a child feels a need to pull on pigtails in front of them. 

     IT WASN’T OUT OF THE ORDINARY for sara to get lost in the heady effects of liquor. it wasn’t that she drank often an a lot ; she just doesn’t have the stomach for it, flushes red at the lowest alcohol content, room already a little unstable after a shot or two. “ actually, if i have a glass more, i might just have to. ” she chuckles, the reasons for her tears already forgotten in an instant. “ i am the world’s best lightweight, ” she jokes before immediately adding, “ or is it worst ? i’m not sure, but the bottom line is i can’t handle my liquor. ” she gestures to the bottle again, smile now full and bright on her lips. “ you’re welcome to some if you want. having a little sip while studying isn’t the worst thing in the world. there are actually numerous studies to back it up. ” she whispers in a conspiring manner, eyes lighting up at the recollection of the journals she’s read about it. “ least i could do for the guy who scared the tears away. ” she offers him her hand, “ i’m sara, by the way. sara davies. ” brown eyes notice the books in his arm as she adds, “ do you major in driver’s ed ? ”

He leans his jaw on the side of his hand, listening to her talk. A warm, amused smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. For once he is actually quiet and attentive, just relieved that she is smiling and no longer crying in the middle of the library. “Well, if the studies say so then I guess I can drink to science.” He says with an exaggerated innocence as he takes a swig of the bottle, none too concerned with what liquor is actually in it. Placing the bottle down, he reaches out to shake her hand. “I’m Mars,” Just realising he’s still cradling the dusty book in his free arm, he puts it down. “Yeah, I’m driver’s ed. And you? Let me guess - you’re a seduction major and this is a ploy to get a poor sucker like me hammered in the middle of the night.” He teases, with a laugh that he quickly quietens as a habit from being shushed one too many times by the librarian during the day.  

Forcing a small smile, Faith tilted her head in a manner that basically just said ’ duh ’ before looking up at the male. “ What do you want, Mars ? ” She questioned with a small sigh before closing her locker in annoyance. “I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” she remarked, folding her hands together and placing them underneath her chin. “So if you want to do this shit, at least help me out a tad without hurling me around.”

He clicked his tongue with impatience but doesn’t say anything too inflammatory, learning his lesson the second time around. “Alrighty tiger, how about we get some caffeine in you before you claw my eyes out? Then you’re helping me fix that damn hunk of metal before class.”

A jolt shot through her and Vida whipped around with a frenzy, bringing a hand up in defense by instinct. Recognizing the curly-haired boy, she relaxed her muscles. While she offered a smile, it was most definitely the kind that preluded ripping someone a new one. “You should probably know better than to surprise someone in a school full of spies,” she huffed, lowering her voice on the last word in case anyone who shouldn’t hear was around. “Besides, I think you’ve got the wrong girl, hm?”

“What can I say? I live life on the edge.” Mars grinned unabashedly, without a single ounce of sheepishness. “Maybe.” He pauses for a moment, her name escaping him. He doesn’t recall sharing any classes with her but he’s definitely seen her around the school. “Or maybe not. Anyway, sorry for scaring you. Hope you’re not too shaken up.” He adds, a crooked smile on his face. 

he  hates  the  look  on  the  others  face  —-  but  especially  with  what  all  of  the  georgetown  kids  have  gone  through,  he  figures  he  better  get  used  to  it.  pity  looks  were  bound  to  come  around  time  after  time.  atty  doesn’t  even  look  up  at  the  other,  but  he  remains  confused.  “fun?”  no  offense,  but  his  definition  of  fun  would  probably  be  getting  on  a  plane  HOME.

He guesses the other is a Georgetown student with his unfamiliar face and sombreness. Instead of walking away and leaving him alone, Mars steps closer, bending over the table to peer over at Atty’s work. “Yeah. Fun. When’s the last time you gave yourself a break from this shit?”

Lohri was absolutely focused on reading and reviewing the task and didn’t anticipate Mars’ move. The girl immediately put her hand over her mouth to contain the possible scream of fright she almost uttered. “My God, you almost scared me to death.” She sighed trying to calm her breathing but ended up laughing at the situation. “Definitely, I was just preparing myself. A higher pitch in your tone of voice and I’d have thrown myself on the floor, or thrown my books all over the floor. Jesus, Mars, have mercy on my heart.”

“Just making sure you’re still alive. You didn’t blink or move for like two minutes.” He responded, chuckling at her reaction as he crouched down next to her with a wide smile.  “There better be naked people on there or otherwise, there’s no excuse to be concentrating that hard on work.”

juliette turned to look at him and playfully rolled her eyes at his motions. “you’re not wrong .  .  . and i would,” she replied, moving to place her paintbrush back into her paint set before screwing the caps back onto her tubes of paint. “but if only i could find the perfect muse,” she sighed, closing the wooden box that held her paints. “my creative talent calls for a being who has been sculpted by god himself,” she teased.

“By no means am I saying that I’m perfect but I just want to put it out there - I’ve been told I share an uncanny resemblance to Michelangelo’s David before on more than one occasion.” He quips, placing his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out with faux pride. “I should commission you for a floor-length portrait. It’d go great in our dorm. Maybe right above your headboard? That’d be the perfect place for it.”

   Eight in the morning was basically considered dawn, so it was understandable that Jake was very sleepy, inattentive. And that was precisely the problem, he couldn’t sleep. With the other’s abrupt approach, Jake felt a little more awake. “Dude, you’re pretty much gonna kill me like that.” He was a little dramatic and stood up, resting a hand on Mars’ shoulder. “Sure, come on. Tell me all about how you get that thing. And yes, I’ve tried medicines for insomnia and they don’t work. I’m about to start a fight club.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m providing today.” He says with a glint in his eyes, patting his chest pocket where a small package sits comfortably. “ All work, no play makes Jakey a boy.” Mars clicks his tongue in disapproval. Was it just him or was everyone in this school in dire need of stress alleviation? “You need to take a load off. You know, get some fresh air. Let’s go for a walk.” 

“Are you streaking too? You know, since you’re at one with nature and what not.” Would Jai be surprised? Not too much. Would Jai take part in it? Probably so. Those were just facts, but he used them as a tease. “Listen, Miss Jolie is hot. I would be his pet, if she wanted me to, but… i could use a joint, sure. As long as it is one of yours. Mine are for emergencies only.”

“I don’t think the school couldn’t handle all of this” His waved his hand towards his body before adding,  “But ask me again in an hour when my inhibitions are significantly lower.” Like an impulse, an unrelenting part of his mind latched onto the most innocent of words, imbuing it more weight than intended. “Of course, it’s mine. I’m not selfish.” He says with nonchalance.

                    kass struggles to keep up with him as he weaves through students, but once she falls into step with him she lets their arms loop together so he can’t run away.  “ there’s… SO many things wrong with that sentence ! “  she laughs, pushing some hair out of her face as they buzz down the hall.   “ for one thing, there’s nothing wrong with hanging out in the ballroom, as long as we’re not like… doing cartwheels, i don’t know. “   it was the first thing she could think of.   “ and my mom would NEVER throw you in jail, not if i have any say in it. —- but then again, it’s not like i control her, in which case i will most definitely visit you in jail. “

“Ok, I guess we’re doing cartwheels too then. But riddle me this, is it wrong to drink in the ballroom? I’ve pretty much forgotten all the rules at this point so you’re going to have to educate me.” He remarks, a flash of silver as his flask full of whiskey makes a quick appearance before disappearing quickly. Mars steers them through the intermittent crowds of students towards the ballroom. “Maybe, she might just straight up murder me instead. But on second thought, that might work out better. I’m too hot for prison.”

Faith was rummaging through her locker, already fairly annoyed that she was unable to find one of her books. Where the fuck did she leave it ? Just as the thought had graced her mind, hands grabbed at her shoulders roughly causing her to grab his hands instead in order to have her sharp nails dig into them as a natural reaction. That only lasted a second before she went to turn around, eyes narrowed up at the male. “ Do you want to die ? ”

Mars exhaled in a quick rush of pain as her nails basically stabbed his hands. He steps back immediately, looking down and inspecting the back of his hand where she’s left five red indentations, a pink colour feathering out around its border. “Jesus, you’ve got some fucking impressive claws there.” He retorts.

☾   MARS SANTIAGO  ✺ / EVERYDAY IT’S A DAYDREAM

– “GROSS.” IS ALL CLAIRE HAS TO SAY IN RESPONSE, ROLLING HER EYES. “ trust me when i say that rolling around on the gym mats with me would be a lot more emasculating than you’re implying. ” she arches her eyebrows. “ i suppose i’m missing the appeal, then. ‘cause i’m sort of thinking a black eye would be an IMPROVEMENT. ” 

“You’ve got a very angry energy about you.” He comments bluntly with a sense of amusement. “Look, I’m not that attached to my masculinity. If it’ll make you feel better and make us even, you can have a couple’a punches.”  Mars pauses for a moment, as though to think. “Who knows, a black eye will make me look like a tough asshole.”