#deeplyflxwed

     She’s used to being hit on -- not to come off as entirely pompous or conceited, she’s merely ...aware of her abilities. Sure, as any ‘pretty girl’ she utilizies her talents to another degree to get what she desires, however, Gracie is an extremely dedicated, hard worker. In fact, everything she owns is of her own volition, her own riches -- NOT her parents. And she very much prides herself on that. It’s not everyday you have an opportunity to make it on your own set apart from the ones who were supposed to love you most. But, it is Gracie’s lot in life.       She’s not a cheerleader, she doesn’t have time for it - working full-time will do that, take from the ‘fun’ parts of being a 17-year-old and spiral you into adulthood. Yes, she’s a model-slash-actress-slash...whatever. But that doesn’t mean she is inherently daft, in fact, she’s one of the most intelligible people you will ever come across...which is why her expression rests upon partially offended and shocked when Nate Jacobs approaches her yet again. 

Jocks weren’t Dylan’s type. In friends, in love, in.. well, anything really. Call it pride, if you wanted. That wasn’t to say that Nate hadn’t gotten under his skin. Typically, he tried to fly under the radar when it came to this crowd, but of course, you show up to a party and before you know it, you’re stuck in a room with one of the few people who towered over him- menacingly so. Dylan should have seen the red lights, the stop, ‘do not pass go’ energy that was radiating from the nearly deserted kitchen, but he proceeded anyway and without much caution. 

It had started off innocent enough, just sitting in the library at free period to waste some time. But things escalated between them like they always did. A quick kiss to the cheek, turned into a hand on the thighs and teasing touches, before the pair were going off to find somewhere more private. Her hand held tightly onto his as she dragged him off, her eyes glancing around briefly to make sure nobody was looking at them. She found a spot and that’s how they had been spending the last five minutes, her back pressed against the stacks as they made out.

A soft, breathless giggle leaves the blonde, her head resting back against the bookshelf to give him room to explore her exposed neck as she tries to catch her breath. “We’re going to probably get caught,” she points out, fingers gripping tightly at his shirt to keep him close. It was clear that, despite her words, she wasn’t really making any attempt to stop. A mid day make-out session in the library seemed like just the things to help her finish the rest of the day. Besides, this spot was so hidden in the back, in between the non-fiction and periodical sections, that nobody ever stumbled upon, it was almost like it was designed with something like this in mind. Typically, she wouldn’t care at all if they got caught, but after the incident at the beach where their parents were called, she knew if they ended up in the principal’s office, their parents really wouldn’t approve of what was going on between them. She knew his dad already hated her, but her parents at least didn’t mind him at this point in time. But that could change if they got anymore calls.

MEME: complicated feels dialogue prompts FROM: @deeplyflxwed​ STATUS: accepting!

         It wasn’t the first time, and he’s almost certain it wouldn’t be the last. He’s heard it before, the shame that creeps over him in the wake of what they’ve just done, Sweet Pea would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt like that too, after the first time he hooked up with a guy, so he gets it, the shame and guilt that he’d doubled down on himself in the past. It’s not gay, if you top, had been Matra for so long he’d almost believed it. Eyes roll at Nate’s words and he shrugs, “Yeah, and you said that the last time too, pretty boy.” a coy little smirk curves on his mouth, because he knows it’s only a matter of time until the initial shame washes away, until Nate is back blowing up his phone, looking for another little fix.

@deeplyflxwed​ asked: ❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ //  for jules!

Jules stared Nate down with a stunned frown. Despite the apology, he showed, clearly that he didn’t understand exactly what he’d done. She spent a large portion of her life terrified and fighting just to be who she was--he’d hated her for that. Her throat went dry, all words lost. 

She swallowed and stepped back reflexively. When her voice finally found her again, the words cracked. “Nate--it’s way more than my feelings. Like, you blackmailed me. You threatened my future.” She shook her head. He had no self-awareness. At one point, she’d hoped that he did, that her words from the night of the carnival would eventually sink in.