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She made her way swiftly to Nathan, dropping unannounced next to him. They weren’t friends. In fact they barely knew each other. And he was usually too close to little bitch Victoria. But he was close enough to Rachel to be considered acquaintances and Chloe was BORED. Besides, he looked like shit. She couldn’t help the curiosity. Nathan Prescott was the golden artsy boy for most people but Chloe was interested in something entirely different. That dark weird side that made some call him a freak.

“Mr. Prescott, what are you doing in here? It’s Saturday.”

Sitting by herself in class had become a common occurance in Ashley’s time here, she found herself avoiding any kind of social interactions with any other students due to her own anxiety and shyness.  She found herself chewing on the end of her pen, staring down at the book in front of her as she waited for class to begin.  The sooner she could go back to her room, the better.  The shadow that fell over her desk caught her attention, and she looked up to meet the eyes of Nathan, who she’d heard both good and bad things about -- especially recently.

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Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse’s Phone

What ringtone my muse has set for yours:  probably a bruno mars track lmao

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: okay cassie 100% has some cute pic of her n nathan as his contact pic

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: cassie hates the way nathan texts but she also thinks its kinda endearing?

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: immediately or as soon as she possibly canHow often our muses text: as often as possible probably? cassie’s really needyHow often our muses call: not often probably considering they’re attached at the hipDoes my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: only after they break up? i feel like in hs cassie knows it’s important if nathan calls her

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    ❛  No offense,  Nathan,  but this has been a  rough  day keeping my friend from jumping off a roof after you and your friends bullied her.  I’m not exactly worried as to whether or not I’m being  fun  enough for everyone right now.  ❜     

    She let out a weary sigh.  Ordinarily,  a snappy reply at Nathan would have her brimming with anxiety,  expecting  him  to snap right back.  Max already witnessed how terrifying a situation that was.  But right now,  her exhaustion won out.  She didn’t expect to spend her afternoon saving Kate,  or the slew of people up in her face after they made their way down.  And then that meeting in the principal’s office...

    Max just wanted a moment to chill,  maybe stop her racing mind and shaking limbs.  

    Too bad her rewind powers didn’t work on her mind.

･ﾟ✧  the good place starters   ( accepting )   //   @advertisedrage

    ❛  Nathan,  please.  Dreams are for people with sad,  miserable lives trying to find hope for the future in their own pathetic heads.  ❜     Dreaming  required having enough hope to dream things up in the first place.  Her parents probably classified her methods more as  desperation  than anything else.  Victoria preferred to call it ambition.  At least,  she repeated it to herself often enough that it  felt  true,  some days.