#beenmissing

   ‘ —— uhh, a few hours now, i guess ? ’ blair doesn’t glance up at his sudden appearance, eyes focused intensely on the books sitting in front of her as she scribbles down the end of a sentence and hopes silently that she’ll be able to read the chicken scratch in the morning. ‘ i’m almost done though, i thought you’d left ages ago. what’re you still doin’ here ? ’

@beenmissing

This had been a long time coming. Jay and his publishing of the tapes had bled over into Alex’s war yet again, and this time it had gone too far. For days he had been seeing his name spray painted onto walls, messages waiting for him when he returned to his car, among other annoyances.

He didn’t need another stalker.

It took him days to finally catch his stalker in the act. He’d hidden in the back seat of his car, covered by some of his luggage. He had hoped they might see his car abandoned and try to leave another note. As soon ah he heard someone fiddling with his windshield wiper, he revealed himself, gun in hand.

“Hey, Asshole. Got something to say to me? Get it over with and fuck off, before I make you fuck off.”

rip she’s the worst she doesn’t think before she speaks