#stoneheartted

the thing is, she's not a sore loser. (she is, actually.) her biggest flaw is being a sore winner. max has been gloating for the last ten minutes after having beaten lucas at his favorite videogame and she's not letting up. not even when she caught a glimpse of his annoyed expression.

a grin forms, max reaches out with a chipped painted nail and her pointer squishes into his cheek. ❝ oh – come on, sinclair. you can't possibly be that mad. it's not my fault you kinda suck. maybe if you'd play a little less ball and focused on what's really important … ❞ she doesn't mean it, of course. she's simply reaching for the reactions.

"I know El's brain is far better than mine. What's your point ?" Mike frowns. He's still trying to understand what Max really means right now. He's not sure what's the purpose of all of this. "Why can she stay at your house but not at mine ? It's unfair!" Of course Mike knows the reason why, and he's very annoyed at Hopper for this. He should just let them live in peace.

she actually happens to be really good at chemistry – hence, why she offered to help him study and ace this upcoming exam. but that's not to say the offer wasn't self serving. truth is, she's had an annoying crush on steve for so long and now that he's not dating that nancy wheeler anymore … she coudnn't help but to ruffle through his drawers and pick out one of the button downs. (of course, leaving the topmost buttons undone just enough for sneak peek after changing unnoticed.)

❝ and here i thought you sucked at chemistry, harrington. you seem to catch on really quickly, ❞ erica murmurs, rejoining at his side on the floor and in quick motion, highlighters and textbooks were out of her way. painted nails sweep his bangs back as she continues, ❝ are you finally noticing me? ❞

well, no one else was volunteering. and by the show of no hands, erica took it upon herself to make the decision without any room for objection. lips curve into a show-all grin, tongue swiping across her upper teeth as her gaze falls on stiles. decision made. and he did make an attempt at an objection, but the blonde had already been stepping up to him and linking her arm through his with a turn of her heel that had her standing to his side. ❝ scott wants all hands on deck in case anything goes wrong tonight and there's no way in hell i'm going to homecoming alone. so – congratulations. you're now my date. ❞ she leans in as she speaks, her eyes glowing a dangerous yellow as though she dares him to tell her otherwise. another grin follows with the tilt of her head and she continues, ❝ i'll see you at eight? – call me later, we can plan our color scheme together. ❞

RANDOM ALL-OUT PARTY PROMPTS.

monica  tries  to  stop  a  frown  from  slipping  onto  her  expression.  she  hated  seeing  rachel  like  this,  all  down  in  the  dumps.  that  was  the  reason  they  were  even  out  right  now.  monica  thought  a  night  out,  maybe  some  drinks  and  a  little  dancing  might  help  rachel  forget  everything  that  was  getting  her  down.  she  couldn't  even  remember  the  last  time  they'd  had  the  chance  to  go  out like this,  just  the  two  of  them.  

“ hey,  none  of  that. ”  her  head  gives  a  little  shake  as  she  picks  up  the  shot  in  front  of  her.  “ we're  supposed  to  be  having  fun  tonight,  remember? you remember fun, right? ”