#maxthewolf

@maxthewolf​ sent  ‘ what are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot? ‘ 

that particular question generated so many questions to run through her exceptionally curious mind, but she did not care to jump to any 𝒄onclusions, not now when there were already enough drama to last a life time surrounding them between JC and .. zoya not relevant to her or anybody other than julien's ex boyfriend, shocker ! obie interested in a mere fourteen year old ... someone call a doctor for this so called best friend of theirs, because no one in their friendship group should have such distaste, especially for someone whom NOT one of them, including julien, truly knew. to her eyes, she 𝒍ooked like yet another lame 𝒔talker who ironically just happened to appear on the met steps yesterday morning. most likely to and deliberately, 𝒇uck with the group.

on the CONTRARY what they did know about her screamed 𝒅esperation, she reeked of desperation to be one of them, to have this scholarship that julien magically handed over to her before she stole her boyfriend, if anything this BITCH will get what's coming to her, she is nothing but a catalyst of chaos, on the verge of creating her own demise alongside 𝒐bie who she refused to talk to after he with no warning or previous indications, left 𝒋 on the curb so that he could ( mindlessly ) lock lips with her half sister. what kind of friend was that?

....

@maxthewolf​ sent  ❛     i’m  gonna  do  what  i  have  to  do.     ❜ 

max vc: tell me about it

(     sms  »  max     )   :   i’m  surprised  you  have  any  recollection  whatsoever  of  what  happened  last  night

(     sms  »  max     )   :   you  seemed  pretty  drunk  when  i  got  there

(     sms  »  max     )   :   or  high

@maxthewolf​ sent  " how far would you go to protect the ones you love? " 

   “ what kind of a question is that? ” julien tips her head, expression serious. she’s listening intently, studying him. she’d say his gaze was intense, but it was max, so he always looked like that. her mind races with hundreds of things he might ask of her, or the hundreds of things she would do to protect the people that she loved, the ones that loved her. 

xoxo // @maxthewolf

SPOTTED: A wolfe on the prowl and a lamb about to be caught within it's jaws.

"Could ask you the same thing," Udyati murmurs softly, head tilted upwards so she could at least look him in the eyes. "I didn't realize bookstores were off limits." The dark haired girl shrugs. "But no, I'm not. Following you all, I mean." For a moment, she gnaws on her lower lip until she tastes blood, and then she adds: "To be absolutely honest with you, uh, you're a bhediya and I don't... I don't really have a taste for that."

She thinks she liked him better when he was just an Adonis: beautiful and unreachable. Occasionally catching glimpses of him around school? More than enough for her.

Now she has to talk to him. Beautiful people don't talk to her, and she doesn't talk to them, and that's how she prefers it, because if this goes on any longer, Udyati's gonna end up feeling the nerves and they'll clamp her throat shut, as always.