#ctrldchaos

The party in the sorority house was in full swing and yet Foster was still outside- checking each person who came through. She wasn't alone- there were other sisters out there with her. But she was responsible. She led the house. She needed to make sure that the only people who got in were not going to harsh any atmosphere already in there. It was the beginning of the year and they needed to start it on the right foot. But all of those thoughts, those ideas, went right out the door when she saw the other walking up the house steps. Maybe a part of a group, maybe not, but Foster couldn't tear her eyes away. "IDs guys. We're not getting shut down for the first party of the year," She made a point to reach for the stranger's hand, beyond the rest who offered, to see her name, to see her age. To be nearer.

"hey!" was that too enthusiastic of a greeting? tamsin didn't know but the second it left her lips it left her internally cringing. it had been easy enough shooting messages with graham back and forth and she hadn't felt too worried about actually meeting up with her. until now, that was. the few other times they'd spent time together had been happy little accidents and there was something in her that felt — embarrassed by the idea that she was going out of her way to see her. swirling the straw around in her drink, she took a rather hefty sip and then offered a smile. "how are you? you look good."

mood

“I know I’m not your girlfriend but are you always going to flirt with other girls in front of me?”

“sorry i’m late, darling.” as soon as she’d stepped through the door, the niceties were spread on thick, dazzling grin turned onto the subject of her affections as she shed her jacket. “i told yolanda to be quick, but she insisted on the french tip.” assuming the intent behind their intimate dinner was for him to pop the question, lux had rushed to the nail salon last minute, ensuring her manicure was prepared for the inevitable ‘we’re engaged’ ring photos. everything was finally falling into place. “missed you.” the socialite gushed as she rose to her tiptoes to place a kiss on her lover’s cheek. “what’s for dinner? whatever it is, it smells amazing...”

it had been a few days since the last time riley had seen her best friend. in true riley fashion she had been avoiding them because she didn’t know how to break up with her boyfriend and didn’t want to see the look on their face when she told them that. trembling hands and shaky breaths have her wearing her anxiety like a badge - she knows reilly will be here tonight. they wouldn’t miss lilah’s birthday party for the world, even if it meant seeing riley with mason again. the blonde had gotten to their mutual’s friend’s place early to help clean, decorate, and get ready together - mason met them their with some alcohol and food. slowly, everyone had started to arrive, and riley was beginning to wonder whether reilly was going to show up at all. the more time passed, the more she could feel the tension inside of her building - was reilly really so upset with her they wouldn’t come? she’s trying not to hyper focus on the door - her head snapping around to look every single time someone walked through it - but it was hard. a small wave of relief washes over her when she sees the familiar red hair come breezing into the apartment, a look of confusion quickly flashing across her features when she realized reilly came with someone. the blonde swallows hard, rage bubbling within her stomach like a forest fire. reilly had come to this party with her fucking twin sister as their date. she’s clenching her teeth down so fiercely the metallic taste of blood floods her mouth. her face gives nothing away, an entirely neutral expression wearing on it like she was playing a game of poker her life depended on. then she locks eyes with reilly, and she knows her eyes tell the other everything.

the night before had been...rough to say the least. jax had gone to a party that was a blur, a whirlwind. they could remember flashes. arriving, speaking to various people, then one in particular. that one in particular leading him to the bathroom, using his tits as a place to indulge in some...reprehensible things before turning them around and fucking their ass raw. god, he shook with just the remembrance of it. so imagine jax’s surprise when he turned his eyes up from his phone to look at the teacher who just arrived, only to see a familiar face staring back at them from the front of the class. “fuck,” they whispered. suddenly the deep v of their sweater felt like it had more weight.

Blue eyes narrowed slightly at his comment, knowing that she had no rebuttal towards it. Prior to that night, Skye hadn’t had any issues with what they’d been doing. “Because I didn’t think that you were going to be whining about her finding out when you showed up,” Skye defended, looking him over as her body rested against the door, fully aware that she should be opening it for him instead. Brooks showing up to talk about it, mixed with the fact that his ex had called her prior to that - cursing her out until Skye had eventually hung up and blocked her number, made her feel even more on edge. Maybe there was a dash of jealousy mixed in there as well, but she would never admit to that. “If you miss her so much then go be with her.”