#postuxre

'’no, mom, of course i love you but i’m not going to pretend to like this guy just so you can date his father. that’s messed up. wh-- what do you mean sending me to this school is a waste? look, i have to study, okay? i have a big test tomorrow and i don’t have time for this. i’m sorry, bye.’’ as she finally hung up, josslyn exhaled sharply. this private school deal had been a blessing because she didn’t have to deal with awkward walk of shame anymore from all the men her mother was sleeping with. sure, it was important not to slutshame women but, when it’s your mom who’s acting like a child, it’s definitely another story. besides, josslyn liked to think there was such thing as the one and that chasing that ideal like crazy was no use because it would happen eventually , you just had to be patient, something that the brunette had a lot of within her, thanks to romcoms to keep her busy. after putting her phone in her jeans’ pocket, joss turned around, only to bump hard into someone. ‘’oh, shit, are you okay?’’ she asked, only to realize that her question was stupid as hell, considering that he was much taller than her and, well, hadn’t even fliched after her body had crashed onto his. after staring at him for a moment with her mouth half opened, she realized he had to be the guy everyone talked about. handsome? mysterious? check. she shook her head, trying not to think too much about the rumors she’d heard about him, even if it was clear she knew about them. ‘’um, you’re the new guy, right?’’

LYLA: if make a joke about pussy, i will absolutely slit your throat LYLA: but anyway the point of this snapchat LYLA: is that i fell in love with a cat and i’m abandoning all my relationships LYLA: we’re gonna go live in the country so she can kill small animals and i can cheer her on

                       ❝    fucking no one. no one would ever have loved you as intensely as i do did. but i’m over it now. i’ve got a new girlfriend that actually shows she gives a fuck about me, and i’m     HAPPY      with her, so i don’t need you bounding back into my life cuz you’re jealous about it.   ❞   quips only becoming harsher as seconds pass, failure to settle his anger becoming apparent. somehow, despite best efforts against it, they always managed to get a rise out of him--  and every single instance it so occurred, hours would be spent afterwards wishing outcomes had been different. ( 2/2 )

mia's never more at ease than here, maneuvering her way easily through the other socialites dressed to the nines. mia is nothing but not dress-code compliant, and her dress is disgustingly excessive, cinched at just the right places, sequins catching the light as she spins and laughs and indulges. she moves beside the other, light touch on the arm, lighter smile on her lips. "scott's behaving himself, isn't he ?? and you're enjoying yourself ?? i did promise my father i would make sure of those two things, if nothing else."

          it had been some weeks since taylor had been in the same room as melodie but she was here with her friends and she had seemed much more happier --- and he knew that he didn’t want to fuck up her life up all over again. however there was something drawing him in to be around the redhead even if he knew that it could get himself in trouble, ‘ if i wasn’t thinking right i’d think that you have been avoiding me. ‘ taylor spoke now stepping in front of the female so that he was between the two now and so that he could get her attention, ‘ is it because i crossed the line with i kissed you? i thought that there was something between us and then you just vanished. ‘ @postuxre​

          Warren barely caught himself before he might have been sprawled out next to the tiny human who was now yelling up profanities. He had even tried to catch her... and while his fingers had managed to grasp fabric, it wasn’t nearly tight enough to keep her from the ground. “Y’know, we really shouldn’t be running into each other like this,” he joked, trying to make light of the situation. That’s when it happened, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Eyebrows pushed together as he looked down the alley to see whoever had been chasing her hadn’t given up. It was now his turn to let a stream of profanities out under his breath. “You’re about to be real uncomfortable for the next few minutes,” he said, the only warning she got before he used his strength to haul her up and ‘throw’ her over his shoulder. He was gentle enough, of course. He was keeping an arm around her legs to keep her steady too. So gentlemanly.

antonio knew it was wrong but the only reason why he had agreed to this double date was because he knew she would be there. for the past few months, he’d been fooling around with his girlfriend’s best friend, who also happened to be his best bro’s girlfriend. he knew it was messed up and that their dirty little secret getting out could cost him a lot and hurt people he actually cared about ( even if he had a funny way to show it ) but it was like he’d lost every ounce of self control the moment they’d locked eyes and it wasn’t something he could get away from: it was just there. on the other hand, what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them, right? the fact that she was sitting right next to him was definitely not helping him focus on anything that was said. he just wanted to be alone with her and be able to touch her or tell her how good she looked in that dress. after dinner was finally done, something that had felt like torture because of how much they were giving each other’s looks or whispering things only them could hear, tony had to think fast of a place they could go where he could finally be with her. ‘’so... there’s this party happening on my street. it’s huge, invites only and i scored us some because rich kid privileges is a thing. are you guys up for it?’’ he asked, clearing his throat as he rested a hand on her thigh while his gaze was on his girlfriend. it was almost sad, how he’d gotten used to play those games and know everything what to say or do to get his way because both of the people sititng in front of them were so damn clueless.

                        harley had always been a phantom in a closet, invisible to the eye yet presence felt with every searing kiss left on secretive skin. enemy lips reveling in sensual contact behind closed, yet utilizing them to spout harsh labels ( slut, skank, whore ) across hallways once revealed in daylight. even platonic relations often remained clandestine--- seldom did anyone worth status desire allowing it to be sunk by association with her. ❝     why does it matter so much if people know you actually like me ? i literally walked in on an alpha chi getting trained by pike brothers and you still post shit with her all over social media. where’s her blacklisting, huh ? what do i have to do for you to want to be seen with me ?   ❞ ( 1/2 )