fuck tha police

matt peterson, 17, north oak [[ I can't calm downat all, panic is whatpanic feels like ]]

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[connorroth]

Damn, this guy was good. It was almost frustrating. Matt should’ve been in drama or something with the acting skills he seemed to have. Perhaps Connor was just overthinking it completely– but, then again, it totally made sense. No junior in high school looked like that, and kids were rarely ever held back. Plus, he didn’t know Matt’s life. “You guys are practically BFFs,” Connor said, an almost nervous laugh accompanying his words. 

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“Ha - if we were ‘BFFs’, he’d be stop getting me in trouble. Even if it is less trouble.” Matt wrinkled his nose, all of a sudden confused as to why he was talking about his extensive track record. “Why are you so curious about me and Officer... you don’t think I’m gay for him don’t you?” His eyes widened. “Because I am not gay. No.” 

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“You shoulda listened to me from the start,” Rory mused, absolutely relishing in his response.  “Ew. Now you’re the nasty one.”

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“No, but the point is, I don’t like the taste of it. I like the taste of cookies,” Matt insisted. “And these are actually pretty good. Damn.” 

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jacob-dietrich:

Feeling a little uncomfortable by Matt’s harsh cussing, he took a step back. “No, I-I’m really not trying to mess with you.” He gulped lightly, “I just didn’t know what you were talking about. I get it now, though. At least you didn’t lose your penis? Unless you did… and that’s why you’re so upset… I’m sorry.“

“No, fortunately I did not lose my penis. Stay away from Sutton Archer though — crazy fucking bitch.” Matt looked around, a bit afraid that she was lurking around, listening to his conversation. “Wait, is there a rumor going around that I don’t have a penis anymore?

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ardenfritz:

Arden furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head. “…No, Matt. I can’t figure out what to be for Halloween.”

“Oh man, Halloween’s this month! Totally forgot.” Matt loved Halloween. “You could be a sexy nurse. Or sexy policewoman. Or a sexy bumblebee. Oh - sexy Spongebob!” 

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themarinieves:

She’s pretty sure the whites of her eyes showed and she let out an annoyed groan, “Yes, stupid. Concert tickets - I’m trying to sell ‘em ‘cause I can’t go. FIDLAR, Seattle, late October.” she flipped through all two of the tickets, thinking of her sis. They canceled plans, but couldn’t get a refund, so it was either sell both or get some stupid fucker to take Mari’s place. “If you don’t have somebody, my sister can still go, but, like, fuck off, okay? Not a date. Don’t touch her. Now, you want it?”

“FIDLAR - dude, I fucking love FIDLAR! I’ll totally take them. And how old’s your sister again..?” He saw Mari’s face, and immediately started chuckling. “Only kidding, don’t get pissed.” 

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rorybaek:

Rory let out a chuckle at the other’s reaction, a small snort escaping at the end of it.  They hadn’t expected him to actually be listening now, but this was the best reaction they could have hoped for. “I’m just fucking with you, dude.  I’ve never even owned a cat.”

“That’s still so not funny.” Matt shook his head, still looking a bit rattled up from the whole ordeal. “For a second there I thought I actually thought dead cat tasted good...” 

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suttonarch:

Surprisingly, Sutton always had a soft spot for children. They were one of the few exceptions to her wrath. Sutton discretely gave Matt a glare, before she focused all of her attention on the child they were assigned, “I’m sorry about your cat. What was your cat like?”

Matt had no idea why he had signed up for this - not that he didn’t like kids, but it was extra time after school he could be spending fucking around, like he always did. But he had to complete 40 hours of community service by the end of the year or he would be held back, again, so he reluctantly put his name on the sign-up sheet when it was going around homeroom. And just his fucking luck, he’s paired up with godforsaken Sutton Archer. “Yeah, um, he’s in a better place now. It was a he, right?” 

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rule-breakers / connor

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connorroth:

“I bet you’re good at a ton of stuff,” Connor said, giving the other a slight nudge as if he was hinting at something. They were in a room alone– this was a chance to get Matt to admit to being the undercover police man that he really was! Be cool, He thought to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets and narrowing his eyes slightly, smile till in tact. Be cool.  “I, uh… I bet you and Officer T are basically old buds by now, right?”

“Oh yeah, me and him go way back.” His tone was coated with the slightest bit of sarcasm, only because it was kind of true. Matt had already met with him twice before the end of his first month at North Oak, because of skipping class or stealing or whatever. It was something to note that the Officer was probably the only staff member in the school that gave him the benefit of the doubt - even after his long list of detentions and suspensions. “He pretty much talked the school out of expelling me that one time I set the fire alarm off for the fifth time that week.” 

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halliewtf:

“What? Oh, I don’t have a cat.” Then she paused, nodding her head slowly. “You’re really not that interested, huh?”

“I mean, I... think you said something about a cat? But maybe you said something else. I have really bad hearing.” Matt shrugged. 

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jacob-dietrich:

Jacob went ahead and grabbed his phone from his pocket. After sliding it open, he searched for – what was it again? Viagra? Surprisingly, he managed to spell it right. As he read what google had to offer, he started to mumble his response out loud, “I don’t know what erectile dysfunction is.” It felt like he was on some kind of wild goose chase, continuing to click links until he got an answer. “Oh.” His eyes widened, looking up at Matt, “Oh. I’m sorry, like, I really didn’t know… about that.”

Matt let out a huge sigh, shaking his head in utter frustration. “Do you really not know how to put the fuckin’ puzzle pieces together? Or are you just messing with me?” 

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kellylhumphrey:

       “What?” Kelly blinked, raising her brows at the young man in a kind of confusion, “Nothing about a cat…” She said through a laugh, “Though there probably will be some band called The Dead Cat or whatever.” She had been trying to convince a few people to maybe come to some Battle of The Bands night, really - it was probably cheating but she wanted to win. “I was just asking if you were doing anything next weekend there’s an event happening, text message only, Band night but there’s also a kind of rave… If you’re up for it?” She said with a nonchalant shrug.

“Hey, I’m always down for some partying with kick-ass music.”  Matt nodded his head, giving her a slight shrug of his shoulders. “I’m guessing you’re playing in it?” 

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rorybaek:

“Yeah, it’s a real shame,” Rory raised an eyebrow at the other, taking notice in his lack of attention. They couldn’t pass up an opportunity to bullshit, “But then we burned him up and put his ashes in some pretty nutritious cookies.  You know, like the one I gave you to munch on.”

Unfortunately, Matt had been listening to the last part of her reply, and quickly spit out the cookie in his mouth onto the ground, making overdramatic noises in an effort to cleanse his tongue of potential cat ashes. “What the fuck - you don’t just give a dude cat cookies! That’s just messed up..”

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leoskite:

Leo was mumbling aloud as he scribbled inside his journal, backed up against the trunk of a tree. The kid’s voice startled him, leaving him a stammering mess, afraid he spilled something he shouldn’t have. “What? Cat, uh, no. It’s not dead - I mean, I, uh, don’t have a cat.  Pfft, no way, you got the wrong guy.”

Matt wrinkled his nose. “Uh - a dog, then?” 

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themarinieves:

“Don’t own a cat, dumbass, try again. Mom would rather die than become a old cat hag. But if you weren’t listening, you should’ve just said so - I guess I’ll give these tickets to somebody more deserving.”

“Tickets - wha - who said anything about tickets?” Matt didn’t realize he’d tuned out most of the conversation with the girl, as he couldn’t recall a word of what she’d said in the past five minutes. 

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connorroth:

Of course you’ve done it before, Connor thought, resisting the urge to clench his jaw in defiance. The fact that the dude could pick a lock in record time only went to show how much special training he’d gone through to fit in with the high school kids. “Totally,” He said, faking casual like a pro. What if this was just a ploy to see if Connor was selling drugs? Was he the Dave Franco of North Oak? Was Connor suspected of marketing HFS? “I’ve always been sort of a troublemaker,” He grinned. “What about you?”

Matt decided right then that he actually liked Connor, after his proclamation of being a troublemaker. Added on to the fact that he seemed like a super chill dude, and Matt was sold. “Oh, same, man. Probably the only thing I’m actually good at.” His mind shifted back to three years ago, when he was expelled for being high on a mixture of coke and and Xanax, then forcibly put into rehab, and then five years ago, when he was caught dealing pot and put into a program for juvenile delinquents. Rewind back a couple more years, and all he had been was just a handful and a nuisance for teachers, but he grimaced a bit. Matt meant his reply to be a light joke, but he never knew how true it was.

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“Um - yeah, sorry that your... cat died?” Matt really wasn’t listening to the conversation at hand. 

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connorroth:

Yikes. Yikes. He really didn’t know what he was thinking when he agreed to go through with this– perhaps he thought this might get him a little closer to learning the truth about Matt Peterson. Pfft, he could totally pull this off! He was an actor, after all. All he had to do was bring it up without actually bringing it up. That had worked before, it would work again. “Hey!” He whisper-yelled when he saw the other, looking over his shoulder before jogging over. “You sure you wanna do this, buddy?”

Matt grinned, feeling the thrill of adrenaline course through his body.·“Yeah, I’ve done it before - kinda fun, actually.” He shrugged, pulling out his pocket-sized lock picking kit out of his backpack. Boredom drove Matt to teach himself how to pick a lock when he was 12, but it actually came in handy sometimes. Not just for breaking rules, but mostly for that exact reason. After fiddling with it for a couple minutes, he swung the door open.·“Done. Ready to do this?”·