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SPENCER: i hope you're well :)

        with her miniature pair of scissors in her hand, tatum stares into the bathroom mirror. the fluorescent lighting doesn’t do anything to help her dwindling confidence, anxiety fluttering up from her chest into her throat. “ stupid hair. ” she mutters, using her free hand to wiggle her locks free from the ponytail they’re in. she’s not even her dorm bathroom, just one of the less pretty public restrooms by the lecture hall she’d just had a class in. “ stupid fucking split ends. ” her fingers move to brush her hair in front of her eyes, lining them up with little care. a few stray strands cling to the wet tears on her cheeks but she doesn’t care, instead bringing the blades up to start snipping away. @bclindas​

    for the better part of a day, kennedy hadn’t been able to track down belinda between his classes and extracurriculars; however, it seemed that time was up when he saw a familiar head of hair about to cross the fairy tale bridge. with a few big steps, he manages to catch up to her, waving his phone for emphasis. “ belinda. ” he starts, eyes narrowed in anger. “ you can’t just leave a voicemail like that. the fuck is wrong with you? what do you mean it was your fault? did you put him up to that? ” he was sure she hadn’t –- after all, they weren’t the closest pair, but kennedy hadn’t truly thought the nature of their relationship to be malicious underneath all the taunting. the couple sharing a kiss on the bridge next to them quickly heads out as kennedy appears with a raised voice, waiting for belinda to explain the thing that had been confusing him for days. @bclindas​ 

      after finishing packing up his things for the evening, kennedy grabs the bag from his bed, slips on his shoes and raincoat, and heads downstairs. he figures it’s best to be prepared even if he has no intentions of going outside. as he’s passing the ground floor to head down to the basement, something catches his sight through the glass doors. belinda. though normally he’d just keep walking, kenny’s instincts kick in when he realizes she’s hurt. the way she’s crumpled on the ground makes it clear she’s not okay, and even though the storm is only picking up in severity, he’s not going to leave her there. he sets his bag down inside before using his shoulder to shove the door open. “ hey! ” it’s so windy that he has to force his movements as he heads over to her, crouching when he gets close. “ what happened? “ @bclindas​ 

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      they’d been screaming their way through a three legged race and kennedy was absolutely certain that the folks on the olympic day committee had created the teams straight from hell. who else would’ve paired him in a competitive event with belinda? regardless of his dislike for her, kennedy’s ambition and desperate need to win at everything meant he’d put things aside in order to do so. well, mostly. “ god, you have the leg-span of a toddler. ” he huffs as they hold onto each other, attempting to truck along down the field in a rhythm they just couldn’t seem to get. as they were catching on, though, another team was pulling up on them, and kenny and belinda found themselves working to rush forward. before kennedy realizes it, though, the two of them are eating grass, and kennedy’s head pops up to yell at the team that’s now headed to the finish line. it’s only when he hears belinda in pain that he realizes an obstacle had caused her to fall, likely hurting herself. “ oh, shit.” he works to untie the rope keeping them linked so he can get a better look. @bclindas​