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more than six feet was crouched down under the square windowed view of the guidance advisor’s office to ensure he wasn’t seen. with a screwdriver in one hand messing around with a few locks and knobs, ryder had a plan to continue his random reckless behavior - his way of somehow letting out the disappointment and anger felt, expressing his careless ‘so fucking what’ attitude. that office carried a scene of a series of lectures to the boy, the most recent being how unfortunate it was for his potential and work to be lost, unable to apply to university and unable to leave this wretched city due to events he refused to explain. “yo— let me know if someone’s coming,” he murmured to the knees that were at his eye level after hearing footsteps nearby. ryder continued his plan of locking the advisor inside her small office, probably ending the prank with a stink bomb rolled underneath the door crack. 

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“Oh, shit ---” The blonde spat as she almost managed to trip over her own feet, before catching herself on the hallway wall beside her. Shifting her entire body up against the wall for some stability, Arinta reached out a fist to the door beside her, knocking against it lazily a few times before shouting. “Open the fuck up, I need to borrow some clothes.” Her night out had come to an end after swimming in a water fountain in the park and now she was completely drenched and creating a small pool beneath her.

Jaxon had been in his favorite spot on the roof when he heard the all too familiar crunch of gravel beneath someone’s feet behind him. He quickly shoved his flask back in his pocket before he turned around, hoping it wasn’t a teacher who’d seen him. Thankfully it wasn’t, so he let out a soft sigh, pulling the flask back out before hopping back up on the ledge to sit. “Normally I’d be mad that someone else was up here, but you should be lucky that I’m almost drunk enough to not give a shit.” He grinned before holding his flask out for the other person. “Want a drink or are you too scared to get drunk up here?”

Sure it was a week day, but she was bored out of her mind, ready to get away from the walls of her dorm room. So quickly she hopped off her bed, slipping her shoes on before she was headed to someone’s dorm. She didn’t care who, honestly. After picking one at random, she knocked a few times, leaning up against the door frame after it had been opened. “So, I was thinking that you and I could totally go grab pizza or something and then catch a movie.. which I know kinda sounds like a date, but I swear to you it isn’t -- I don’t date people. This is a completely platonic, friendship adventure.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” The blonde asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“nothing is more hilarious than watching dumb football jocks come to the arm wrestling stand with their girlfriends thinking they could win only to lose. The look of humiliation on their face gets me every time!”