hi, ya’ll ! long story short, this summer has sucked. there was a traumatic death in my family that really messed me up and so there’s been lots of sadness and negativity. i was in a huge need of change. as much as i missed my threads and wanted to rp, the idea of logging onto this account filled me with thread. i figured it meant i needed a new start so...here’s my new indie ! i hold wickdgames very near and dear to my heart and will maybe one day return to it but as of now, i’ll no longer be active here. if we have threads, or we’ve had threads, or were in the middle of plotting when i went mia, i really hope we can continue over on hqneys ! i’m slowly dragging myself out of my funk so i promise i’ll b a much better rp partner now :-)

“i wouldn’t really know the difference, but i’m gonna take your word      and everyone else’s, that you’re the best player here.” elena could only assume by the talk around the school that he was, in fact, the best player that this school had ever seen. she had even heard her dad, out of all people, talking about how impressive ryland’s skills were, and that he was what this school needed. “of course i know who michael jordan is,” she scoffed playfully, “how could i not? i mean, space jam is my favorite movie.” crossing her arms over her chest, she watched on in amusement as his eyes rolled. “don’t worry, i won’t start fawning over you any time soon. or ever. and if i do, i give you full permission to slap some sense into me.” it seemed as if everyone at their school had some sort of weird obsession with ryland; they either wanted to be him, or be with him. elena, on the other hand, didn’t understand the hype. he was good at what he did and sure, he wasn’t awful looking, but why put him up on a pedestal? she’d never understand her classmates. “i think it’s clear that i’m no kobe, so no making fun.” she warned as she gingerly took the ball from his hands. elena hesitated momentarily before mimicking the stance she had seen ryland take, throwing the ball towards the hoop. she was surprised to find that she did make the basket, but not before a few painstaking seconds where the ball circled the rim of the hoop, teetering closely to the edge. “now that was a lucky shot. i don’t know if you could tell or not, but i’m more of an artsy person than a sporty person.”

“thank you so much for your kindness. after being so rude, i don’t know what i did to deserve it.” a quiet laugh escaped her lips. her eyes fell to the ball as it was extended towards her, eyes darting back towards him. “i mean, i’ve heard you’re good, but it might be going a little far to say you’re the best basketball player ever. tell that to michael jordan, or whoever.” truth be told, she knew little to nothing about sports      especially basketball. all she knew was how much their school hyped up both basketball and ryland; she hadn’t seen him play, but she had no reason not to believe he was as good as they say. “hey, maybe i’d surprise us both if you did. my talent may just be hidden,” she replied with a shrug. “i get that. if you’re not at school, you’re at home      no matter where you are, someone’s always around. and if someone’s always around, they always have something to say. though i guess it’s probably worse for you, huh? everyone’s always fawning over you like you’re some god.”

“oh really now? i guess i didn’t get the memo.” elena feigned surprise, eyebrows cocking up in amusement. “y’know, why am i not surprised?      you’re right, that was pretty rude of me. i’m so sorry for barging right in, and without a housewarming gift.” she teased, allowing herself to step further into the gym. out of all the people she would have expected to find here, he certainly was not it; though she could see why he would. while school sucked during hours, it was rather peaceful when no one else was there. “geez, way to underestimate me. for all you know i could be the best damn basketball player you’ve ever met.” she joked. “but that’s not the case. i just...hang out here sometimes.” she replied with a shrug. “it’s not as weird as it sounds.” yes, elena, it is as weird as it sounds. "my house gets a little crazy at times, so this is kind of a nice get away. there’s no one to answer to, i can play the piano as loud as i want...”

she couldn’t help but chuckle, “now that i don’t believe.” her eyebrows cocked in amusement, "why would you want someone to show up? wouldn’t that, like, ruin your reputation or something?” elena opened her folder, pulling out the rubric to showcase to the male. “we have to pick a person that we’ve talked about this semester and do a case study on them. and then present it to the class,”

“wait      are you even listening to me?” elena paused her ramble to narrow in on the other. she plucked a french fry from her plate before flicking it in their direction. “you can relax, okay?” the brunette couldn’t help but role her eyes. “this place is kind of low key, that’s why i picked it. no one that you know is going to show up here.”

“i know, i’m sorry.” she looked at wyatt with sympathetic eyes, knowing she had royally fucked up. she had almost considered keeping it a secret, but knew shit would really hit the fan if he had found out after that. “no, no, no, it wasn’t like that. i was fully conscious,” roxie reassured the male, letting a heavy sigh fall from her lips. “you’re right. i was drunk, but i knew exactly what i was doing. the thing is     i’ve kind of always had a crush on him, so i jumped on the opportunity...literally. anyways, it was wrong. i know he’s off limits, and i promise it won’t ever happen again.”

sitting against their shared headboard with her knees to her chest, maren couldn’t help but scroll further down the twitter thread dedicated solely to trashing her. it’s so obvious that maren’s just using them, it’s probably just a PR stunt, lmao sorry not sorry but they downgraded…lacy was 100x prettier, maren’s so stuck up i don’t get what they see in her... the nasty tweets went on and on, and maren often found herself getting lost in them when the other wasn’t home. it wasn’t as if she actively sought them out; more often than not, she accidentally stumbled upon them and couldn’t find it in herself to pull away. at the sound of the front door opening and closing, maren quickly exited out of twitter before throwing her phone down next to her. she inhaled a shaky breath, wiping the tears away from her eyes just as the other entered their shared bedroom. “hey,” she greeted, her lips pulling into a smile; it was quite obvious that she was not okay, but she was hoping that they wouldn’t notice.