#housefircs

“did you see the way she was looking at me? she hates my guts.”

" right, I heard you the first time. " an exasperate sigh escaped her lips after she commented. this was bound to happen sooner or later, she just never expected t be called out on it. " so what do you want then ? " isabelle had connections to the industry sure, but she could only get someone so far. what else they could want from her, she had no idea. " or you could be a kind soul and just let this all go. " her voice was somewhat sarcastic, probably not the best call given her current predicament. the blonde simply couldn't help it, she couldn't believe someone would actually confront her like this. //  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ closed starter: @housefircs

of course, he knew that she would be there. his plan had been to avoid her, that was until he found himself not paying attention and nearly running her over. “i’m so— bridget,” breathed, shaking his head as if the universe wanted to bring them together. || @housefircs​

“no, you didn’t kill him,” shakes his head as he takes the weapon back for them, pointing it at the person on the floor. “you just shot him. he gets up in a few, walks off, gets a couple stitches, he’ll live,” says as he turned the safety off, digit lining up with the trigger. the shot was muffled; santi turned back to face them, “see that? i killed him.”

                               “I WAS thinking maybe we can hang out at a more public place... like a museum? sorry, i just don’t like to do the whole.. one on one private hangouts..”

he’d been watching them for a bit, waiting until one of them was alone. his father was a well known man, and he was supposedly away for his last year old college. the group of friends all worked for him, knowing about his indiscretions and being threatened by vincent wolfe that if they spoke about it they would be fired and sued. the motive was... barely there, but the idea of his broken home becoming even more broken? well. it sent him into a spiral. he took a few out already. the cocky young guy who groped every girl in the office, the mean girl who spread gossip faster than a wild fire. his mask was put on as the familiar blonde had walked out of the house, claiming to need some air for whatever reason. slowly, he followed her down to the lake, and didn’t make himself known until he was sure everyone else was preoccupied. “pretty girls like you shouldn’t be walking alone in the dark,“ he muttered, though the voice came out emulated and hoarse.

daisy could easily spend her days lounging by the pool with a good book and a bottle of wine, but the delicious addition of watching heath wyatt hard at work definitely elevated the vibe. "you look good drenched in sweat, muscles bulging and shit," the girl sipped from her glass, eyes trailing along the top of her glasses as she observed. they'd been hanging out for a couple months now, and though her parents had no idea, they recently mentioned wanting to remodel their pool house, and daisy managed to convince them she knew the perfect handyman.

sits    in    silence    with    her    for    what    feels    like    hours   .    wasn't    particulary    enjoying    it   ,    but    wasn't    going    to    rush    her    into    speaking    to    him   ,    either   .    he    despised    the    quiet   ,    it    left    him    alone    with    his    own    thoughts   .    nothing    there    to    distract    him   .    coughs    slightly    after    twenty    minutes   ,    countenance    adjusting    to    fixate    on    her    features   .    couldn't    tell    how    she    felt    about    seeing    him    again   ,    and    he    was    keen    on    getting    an    answer   .    ❝    hi   ,    mallory   .    ❞    speaks    with    confidence   ,    he    already    knows    he    has    some    sort    of    effect    on    her   .    he'll    feed    off    of    that    if    nothing    else   .    ❝    don't    tell    me   ,    you    regret    it    ?    what    we    did    together    ?    ❞