#gottapay

       caroline slid past the lockers and successfully avoided all the players packing up, her boyfriend included. cheer uniform barely covering the bright spanks that kept her body perky and tight. nibbling on her lip and positively skipping to the coach’s office. bright war paint powdered her face and lips curled into a smiled as her fingers curled into a fist to rap at the door. “coach,” she sang with a smirk on her lips. “can i come in for a tiny sec?” though she was sure they both knew it would be longer than a second. 

@gottapay (x)

       once they’d gotten home she had silently, determinedly left everyone else. once she was in the solitude of her room she snapped. everything that was on something, wasn’t anymore. hands ripping into everything she could touch. veins darkening her face as her fury swept through her. if a human had been around they would have been in several pieces. afterwards, in the wreckage, it hit her. she was no queen, just a girl. again. 

Nothing makes paying your taxes a little more palatable than a frozen Margarita poolside. #taxseason #hateit #gottapay 🤬 (at Cape Cod) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO5tg_phgY9/?igshid=1byhnj21r54ee

worth it.

[text message ➜ ❤️ ]: well goodmorning to you too...[text message ➜ ❤️ ]: ...so is this a sneak pick of what i get for valentine’s day? or will i have to punch you for being a tease again?