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        parties aren’t his scene, and his unease manifests in the way that he stands idly against the wall, hands in his pockets, and quietly studies his classmates as they get far more personal with each other than he’s even comfortable watching at a distance.          why’d he even come here?  in what awful corner of his brain had a little voice encouraged this sort of behavior?  he’d been invited, sure, but he could undoubtedly say that he didn’t know a single soul here  --  he’s used to the isolation in the lunchroom, but this was different.  this somehow felt even more embarrassing.         fuck this.  with a sigh of resignation, he ultimately decides it’s a waste of time; he’s not social enough to mingle with his peers, and they sure as hell won’t go out of their way to talk to a wallflower, so he pushes himself off the wall and trudges past a few classmates taking the old bump ‘n grind to a new level, on the lookout for the front door.  

“   ----   not   that   i   care,   but   is   there   a   rulebook   all   douchey   jocks   have   to   pick   on   the   nerds   ?   you   boys   ...   always   so   brutal   to   one   another.   “

she  would  walk  down  the  hallway  of  school  the  next  day     ,      like  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary  had  just  occurred     .     shoulders  pulled  back     ;     hair  hangs  perfectly  curled  over  her  shoulder     &     the  only  thing  out  of  the  ordinary  would  be  the  pitch   black  dress  she’s  wearing     .     not  for  her     father     .     for  her  brother     .     puffy  cheeks  concealed     ,     bitten  lips  hidden  beneath  cherry  lipstick     .     an  award  winning  performance  really     .     swallowing  dryly     ,     she  makes  a  straight  line  to  her  locker     :     deciding  to  ignore  everyone  trying  to  approach  with  an  icy  glare     .          @jckeass          ♡ ‘ ed  .

tucking  her  hand  back  from  him      ,      there’s  a  clench  of  her  jaw while  she  looks  up  at  him   ,  and   ,   if  looks  could  infact  kill   ,   he’d  been  six  foot  under  by  now   .     ❛     i’ve  seen  you     talking     ,   jake   .     ❜     dark  eyebrow  arch  above  fiery  gaze   ,   head  tilt  to  the  side   .     ❛                           this  is     exactly     the  reason  i  don’t  feel  like  making  our  little  secret  a  public  affair   .     ❜     @jckeass   .   CONT   . 

                               ❛     you’re     .   .   .     ❜     broken  voice  ,  ghost  of  a  smile  ,  glossy  eyes  .  she  never  thought  she  actually  got  to  see  those  eyes  again  ,  or  breath  without  a  machine  attatched  to  him  for  that  matter  .  pale  against  the  hospital  sheets  and  lifeless  .  far  cry  from  the  jake  she  knew  and  loved  .     ❛     you’re  awake  .     ❜     finally  .     //     @jckeass

                             would  she  ever  take  him  up  on  the  offer  for  some  assitance  to  get  things  that  way  out  of  her  reach     ?     probably  not  .  too  stubborn  ,  too  set  in  her  ways  ,  and  would  rather  fall  and  break  a  nail  than  have  someone  do  it  for  her  .  specially  him  .  thus  she’s  quite  easily  ignored  the  stepping  stool  he’s  taken  the  time  to  get  ,  and  instead  was  balancing  on  the  kitchen  counter  ,  standing  on  tip  toes  to  get  chips  in  the  top  chelf  .  see     !!     no  need  for  it  .  she  was  doing  just  fine  .  and  when  fingertips  finally  wrap  around  the  bag  of  chips  ,  there’s  a  triumph  of  a  smile  crossing  delicate  features  .     ❛     just  for  your  information  ,  i’ve  done  this  before     AND     without  breaking  my  neck  .   sooo     .  .  .     ❜     turning  around  on  her  feet  ,  she  sits  down  on  the  bench  ,  looking  at  him  .     ❛     you  can  just  take  that  thing  back  where  you  found  it  .     ❜     //     @jckeass  .  CONT  .

“ you seen my phone? i though i left it at emma’s but it’s not there. ”