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“Someone’s late for class.” Hebrew said loudly through the hall, half-jogging to catch up with Adella. She seemed like she was in a tizzy, moving faster than normal to gather her books from her locker.

Hebrew, on the other hand, was taking his time getting to his next period. He was sure there wasn’t much he could miss in class in the span of a mere ten minutes - despite how many times they proved him wrong over the years.

“Where ya headed with your ass all on fire like that? Talk to me. I haven’t seen you since the carnival.”

“Well, one of us actually gives a shit,” Adella called back, not surprised when he fell into step with her, his long legs allowing him to keep up as she tore through the hallway. Her alarm hadn’t gone off when it should’ve, leaving her very little time to make it to class, and she just felt frazzled and utterly overwhelmed- a familiar feeling for Adella, only magnified by her alarm fiasco. “I’m headed to class, that place you never grace with your presence. And it’s not my fault you haven’t seen me, you haven’t tried very hard,” She retorted, the strap on her bag breaking in that moment, sending books and papers to the ground in a chaotic motion. “Fuck me,” The brunette groaned, falling to her knees and trying to gather all her shit. “Are you going to stand there like a dick or are you going to help? Please, Hebrew, Her voice softened slightly towards the end, her shoulders slumped as she tried to sort through which papers had been in which folder.

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kxnnyduncan‌:

Kennedy appreciated that Adella understood the type of guy he was and that although their relationship didn’t work out, it still gave them room for other types of bonding. It was a nice distraction that actually didn’t take commitment to keep her happy. Kennedy ran a hand through his hair as she spoke shrugging, “not the first or the last time i’m sure,” he chuckled before rolling out of the bed, bending down to pick up his boxers and slide them back on. “So, chinese downtown?” he questioned as he tossed the girl her own shirt from off the ground and continuing to put his own clothes on the rest of his body before grabbing his phone nearby and checking the time. “ Yeah– lunch sounds great right now.”

The two of them in a relationship had been a disaster from the start, both of them trying to force something that just didn’t fit them. It wasn’t like she didn’t care about him, and she knew that in his own way he cared about her, but as a couple? They’d bickered constantly, over dumb things, and in the end, it was just so much easier to hook up then try and be romantic and sort through feelings. “You seriously need a haircut,” She retorted as an afterthought, catching her shirt as he threw it to her and she quickly stood to get dressed, locating her underwear and bra from where he’d thrown them. “I just had Chinese. Mexican?” Adella replied as she pulled her long dark locks up into a bun on the top of her head, her stomach growling as if on cue. Once she was dressed, she tiptoed from his room and began the walk out of the dormitories, into the bright California sunshine. “So, what trouble have you gotten into since school started? Either you’re getting better at not getting caught or you’re just not that exciting anymore,” She teased, walking side by side with the boy. No one really understood the two of them together, since she was super genius girl and he was a bad idea waiting to happen, but they had a connection that didn’t need explained.

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She grinned when he flipped their position, the only time Adella would ever let anyone have the control. “Then you’re lucky I made time for you,” She teased, smirking up at him and threading her fingers through his curls, pulling him closer. Their relationship had never been as easy going and fun as this was, just hooking up suited them both so much better. They’d tried, to disastrous results, and just agreed that the sex part still worked, they just did not work as a couple in any way. She got too annoyed with his personality, while he found her type-A tendencies to be grating. But when they were just screwing around, it worked, as evidenced by her flushed skin and mussed hair after they were done with round two. Laying beside him and tugging the sheets up over her naked form, Adella propped her head up on her palm and looked over at him, chuckling under her breath. “I fucked up your hair,” She noted proudly.

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#(feat: kennedy)#I LOVE THIS MOVIE #she was my idol growing up

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I used to have all the answers, but now I don’t…I don’t know anything at all. That’s called growing up, kid.

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kxnnyduncan·:

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It wasn’t the first, second, or even third time his ex had interrupted them ( not intentionally of course) to facetime with bella while we was away at school, and not that he didn’t appreciate it. But she just always seemed to have the worst timing, especially when it came to trying to spend quality time with adella. .”Sorry-” Kennedy huffed and leaned onto the bed , rolling on his back beside the girl. His phone was pulled out into his hand still, “ do you wanna continue or — food?” he questioned raising an eye brow.

adella couldn’t exactly be mad at the situation- she couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to have a kid and not get to be around her all the time. but selfishly, adella had only knocked on kennedy’s door because she was horny, and if sex wasn’t happening, she didn’t see why she had to sit around waiting for him to finish talking- not to mention, she just sort of awkwardly sat at the end of his bed. two year olds were observant, and no one wanted to answer the question of ‘why is there a girl in daddy’s bed’. “oh, it’s fine, you’re welcome from refraining from making any daddy jokes,” she smirked, hitting him with a pillow before sitting up and tying her hair up into a ponytail, weighing the options given to her. “continue, then order food, then continue some more?” adella suggested with a wiggle of dark eyebrows, straddling his hips and tossing his phone towards the bottom of the bed before kissing him firmly.

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verahwang‌:

it was only then that she noticed the other girl from a couple seats down the table, “you kiss your mom with that filthy mouth?” who actually goes to the group area of the library to study, it was obvious from the start she wasn’t gonna get shit done. vera could very well start a fight with the girl but she was too high to even give her the time of day, “oh, i would love to see you fucking try me. go head throw the first hit, i’ll give it to you just as good.” it wasn’t the first time she used her tennis rack on someone. sure, her father was more than furious with her but that’s what he gets for sending her to a school that made her wear uniform.

“my mom swears worse than i do,” adella replied without a second thought, since there was a reason she was as outspoken as she was. her mother had the same temper she did, as the mother of seven children, she wasn’t exactly the most warm and fuzzy of mothers. slamming her book shut and raking fingers through her long, dark hair, her eyes glanced up at the other girl, whose sharp voice sounded just as angry as her own, which made her wonder if she’d actually have to fight her. she really hated her temper, because it got her in all kinds of trouble she truly couldn’t afford to get into. “jesus, i’m not about to go start a rumble behind the library, so you can put your shiv away. just go eat somewhere else, you’re not even supposed to have food in here,” her perfectly painted fingernail pointed out the sign above the shelves, saying no food allowed.

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“mid-terms are in a couple weeks and i should be studying for it but all i care about is this macaroon.” maybe she would care if she wasn’t so high; honestly, if this damn school wasn’t such a bore, she wouldn’t need to be. vera was still hungry as she took a bite, “we should ditch this place and go to a korean karaoke bar and get drunk or something because this will be the last free week we’ll have until then.”

“can you shut the fuck up then, since some of us are actually using the library to study?” adella snapped, her head popping up from behind her book a few chairs down from where the other sat. not only was she not in the library to make friends, she could also hear her chewing in the otherwise silent library and she felt like she was about to explode. “how about you go to your karaoke bar and get drunk so i don’t toss my latin book at your head,” she retorted with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose and rereading the same sentence for the fourth time.

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hcbrews·:

for hebrew, it was all about the little things. the small rules he could break just by merely walking around on campus - for the first time in a year, mind you.

for one: nail polish adorned his finger nails. black, which was the exact contrast to the nude-only polish redwood allowed. two: a small dime bag sat comfortably in his pocket, one he’d probably break into before the night was out. and three, and best of all: technically, hebrew was still on his year long suspension until tomorrow night. but he thought he’d swing by early - go out of his way to hit the trifecta.

“they still selling funnel cake this late?” he asked, working a piece of gum between his teeth. “i’ve had a long ass flight, i’m starving.”

adella felt as if she was the only student at redwood who didn’t go crazy for the carnival. but since volunteering for something was required, and it would look good on college applications, adella found herself manning not one, but two booths. while no one seemed interested in tossing rings around bottles- since no one was a four year old- she’d been kept quite busy at the food stand, making sure things were running smoothly and cleanly, although as the night wore on and kids got more sick from the rides and the sugar they’d ingested, it sort of began to drag. pulling out the hair tie that kept her hair out of her face, the girl groaned at the headache she had, both from her ponytail and the loud noises of the carnival. she had a text book on her lap, scribbling note in a notebook by the light of the booth, until she heard an all too familiar voice and her head shot up in disbelief. “not even a text telling me you’re coming home, no ‘hey della, nice to see you’, nothing. you know, you’re a lot of work, hebrew,” the young girl smirked, setting aside her text book and rounding the booth to hug the boy tightly. “think you can manage to not get kicked out this time?” she teased, a perfectly arched eyebrow raising slightly.

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