his pencil tapped against the wooden table, sapphire hues staring at their dry erase board as the pair focused on their project. “i don’t know about you, but this feels hopeless.” eden was marvelous when it came to school, being an honor roll student his entire life and taking extra courses to advance his education. but chemistry? this was his worst enemy, and the blonde had several of those. “look, let’s take a break because if not, my brain is going to melt from the lack of understanding i have right now.”

jared was doing the best he could as he spoke to molly. he had screwed up. big fucking time. there was no coming back from this, but he honestly wanted her back. he was selfish, but he didn’t care. this was molly. she was more than enough. she was everything. he was just a complete fuck up. he licked his lips and walked over to her, closing the distance between them. “molly ... “ he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, lifting a hand to rest her face in his hand. “i’m sorry.” he closed more of the distance between them, not wanting her to push him away. “please, just ... give me a second chance.” although he knew he didn’t deserve it. but he wanted molly. as selfish as it was, he didn’t care. 

grayson: i'll make it up to you.

      ❝ do i have to save you out of every situation? ❞ he asks. he knew this was dumb. he knew he shouldn't have started messing with a friend of his sisters but he knew that there was no way out of it now ––– he was invested, even if he didn't want to admit it. ❝ what the fuck were you thinking running around on that side of town, huh? that's right you weren't thinking. you almost got a man killed tonight for putting his hands on you, i hope you're happy. your point has been made. ❞

standing against the wall with a red solo cup in hand, his dark hues scanned the packed living room. party hopping every other night was a part of the town’s summer scene; there wasn’t much to do but drink, work his shitty job and talk to pretty girls. yet, the only pretty girl he wanted to talk to was taken. the object of his affection — the woman who had been littering his sketch book’s pages lately — was across the room capturing every ounce of his attention. beck wasn’t the bravest guy in the room. it took everything in him to talk to a single girl, let alone a girl who was dating his best friend. thankfully, the liquid courage in his hand allowed him to saunter over to the girl the moment she was by herself. “hey,” he nods. “did he leave you here already?”

       georgie was never one to have morals --- in fact, he didn’t care if he hurt anyone. but there was something hitting him lately, making him feel like he had to be a good person. so he was trying to settle down with a nice girl, but it just wasn’t working out. he didn’t want to admit it, but it was because of her sister. every little thing that she did made him regret trying to be a ‘good’ person, but then georgie just gave up caring one night. it was a family get together, a few beers were in his system and though it didn’t alter much he decided to do what he wanted. pulling her into the next room, he leaned her up against the wall. “you need to stop looking so good,” the male muttered, looking her over and trying not to think about how wrong it was.     | @inevitcble.

who would have thought that jackson’s first call would be a break-in. he was both nervous and excited, wondering what the outcome was going to be. all he hoped for was a smooth transition. arresting whoever was involved and making sure everyone was safe. when he got to the scene, the alarm is still sounding and it rings in his ears, his eyes and his ears sharp as he steps out of the police car and nears the building. he hears something, and out of the corner of his eyes sees someone rushing towards the alley from behind the store. he chases after them, catching up quickly before he manages to corner them. he pulls his gun out and aims it at the stranger, stilling when he notices that it’s a rather young woman. he’s like a deer caught in headlights as he watches her, and for a split second he’s unsure of what’s supposed to be happening. she can’t be older than twenty. he wonders if she acted on her own or if she was with someone else. right now his brain is being bombarded with so many questions as he stares at her. there’s just something about her. he doesn’t know what it is. but he just can’t bring himself to arrest her. he’s been staring directly into her eyes the entire time, and the sound of another police siren knocks him out of his trance. he sucks in a breath and lowers the run. “go.” he glances behind him, the lights from the oncoming police cruiser getting brighter. he turns to her again, “go. run. now.”