#myhrv.

for   @myhrv   ♡

gaze   bounces   around   the   classroom,   searching   through   the   sea   of   faces   for   icy   locks.   gothel   was   always   thirty   minutes   late   to   selfishness   101,   odette   had   thought   it   intentional,   a   way   of   furthering   the   lesson   of   the   course.   supposedly   it   wasn’t.   regardless,   it   left   the   perfect   amount   of   time   for   her   to   recruit   a   little.   .   .   𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.   making   her   way   through   the   classroom,   she   plops   down   on   delilah’s   desk,   taking   care   to   tuck   her   skirt   as   she   does   so.   “   i’m   glad   you’re   here   !   you   are   JUST   who   i   was   hoping   to   see   today.   ”   head   tilts,   shifting   as   she   lifts   one   leg   over   the   other,   there   was   no   one   else   in   this   class   who   odette   thought   capable   of   pulling   off   a   plan   that   required   a   certain   amount   of   precision.   they   all   had   quite   the   obsession   with   boasting   when   they   all   had   so   LITTLE   to   boast   about.

random   thing   for   @myhrv​ 

“   did   you   know   your   mom   stopped   by   ?   ”   shoe   kicks   a   pebble   around   as   hand   slips   into   his   jacket,   resting   on   a   𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳   pack   of   cigarettes.   “   some   bullshit   about   expanding   territory.   ”   rolling   his   eyes,   fingers   deftly   pull   the   pack   from   his   pocket,   “   tuned   𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓   𝐎𝐅   𝐈𝐓  out.   guess   shit’s   messy.   ”   cigarette   placed   gently   between   his   lips,   he   rummages   around   for   a   lighter   in   his   jeans   when   eyes   catch   hers   and   he   pushes   out   a   SIGH.   there’s   a   hesitation,   a   breath   of   a   moment   where   he   studies   her   before   stuffing   the   unlit   cigarette   back   into   the   pack.