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“Sit down, Nora. You’re pacing and it’s exhausting.” Inhaling deeply, Landon offered her the joint as he exhaled a few rings into the air. He was currently sprawled out on the armchair in someone’s basement. It was possibly Evan’s, but since the only two people down there was himself and Nora, he didn’t really know. Landon also didn’t care. “Penny for your thoughts? Or, more preferably, you passing me that bag of chips?”
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✉️ text >>> baby
Matthew: so I'm not saying I'm a pussy or anything
Matthew: but I swear I heard someone just knock on my window
Matthew: AND I AM FREAKING OUT
groupchat :: fuckers
jamie: wait what tf is happening?
landon: probably nothing of importance
📨: babydoll.
NICOLE: what time is it? 7?
NICOLE: i could've sworn you were supposed to be here at 6.
NICOLE: huh.
text to - > tbd.
braxton: hey there
braxton: you up?
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Chance is still really bad with death, but he still hasn’t cried as he sits on the back of a parked ambulance at the scene of Lilah and Max’s death. The tall boy holds Jill tightly, honestly afraid to let go of her at this point. He hasn’t been this shaken up since the incident, honestly, and he can feel the tremors rioting through his body as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Baby girl,” he smoothes his hand over her hair, “will you tell me happy things?”
Lolita got the call from Elliot and she can honestly say she’d never felt more dreadful, not even when her father killed Hana. She sped through every red light, past every stop sign on her way to Ray’s house. She was screaming his name before she was even all the way out of the car, running full speed towards the house. About four cops tried to stop her but she was screaming at the top of her voice at them as she shoved past them. She couldn’t stop the shriek that escaped her mouth but she continued to run room to room screaming for Ray, and the second she saw his head of brown hair she dropped to her knees right by his side, putting her hands on either side of his face. “Baby? Baby, oh my god, are you okay? Please be okay,” she whispered through struggled cries her hands roaming his body making sure there was no blood.
When Lolita went screaming past Elliot, the girl had to hide her face in Thomas’s chest. “This is so messed up,” she cries into his shirt, her arms sneaking under his jacket to wrap around his waist, her tiny body desperate for warmth. “Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t wanna be alone. I don’t want you alone. I don’t know. I’m scared.”
Salem had been biting at his nails for about an hour, texting Foster over and over again, but there was no answer yet as he walked reluctantly over to Elliot and Thomas. “Ell?” he tugs the girl away from her boyfriend before whispering, “I can’t get a hold of Foster.”
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“You left me there! I couldn’t find a ride home and everyone was drunk and─ so-someone──” Fleur claps her hand over her mouth as her eyes screw shut, unable to retell the horrible turn that the night took.
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"I’m not just an idiot jock, you know, I’m just playing football to keep my scholarship. I’m a history major, for your information.”
