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jolieabbott‌:

It wasn’t in Jo’s nature, exhibitionism - after all, she was a voyeur above all else. Still, these were familiar hands running over her flushed skin, and she followed Ari’s touch thoughtlessly.

Once behind closed doors, her fingers found their way into his hair. Her lips tasted of vodka, but Jo didn’t kiss him yet - instead she dragged him close, foreheads flush, breath hot on his mouth. “It doesn’t get to be this easy for you, Haven.” She backed away then, something feline in how her body undulated, and perched on the edge of a desk. Slowly, she spread her thighs. “You can have the first taste though.”

#jojo #smh i'm just tryin not 2 get reported

jolieabbott‌:

For a moment, still distracted by their little game, there was something innocent about Jo’s expression despite their current entanglement. Then Ari closed the gap between them, bodies aligned flush; her breath hitched. “Yes, I can feel you.” Head tilted back to accommodate for the height difference, she traced the shape of his mouth with a lidded gaze. “But I can’t taste you yet.” Her tongue darted out to wet her own lips; imperceptibly, she pushed against the hardness of his body. “I hear it’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”

“Let’s find somewhere more private. I’ll give you a proper taste.” He rose from his spot, pulling her along. Out from the corner of his eye, he could see the couple. He had far less luck than they ever did. They were almost unmoving, boring in fact, but he had a new source of entertainment. He lead them up the stairs into one of the empty floors, his body pressed against hers all the way up. It was a miracle they had made it, his shirt lost along the way. “This way,” he said, pulling her into one of the library’s small study rooms.

#jojo

trippwright‌:

Tripp looked back over his shoulder, brows tugged in as he assessed. There was a certain deadness to his eyes that was alarming, “Probably plays Russian roulette for kicks.” He shook the can of paint in his grip, satisfied by the movement of the ball bearing inside. Tripp had no yearning for destruction, not really, not when his world was gilded and made just for him– there was nothing inside him that simmered like a pot about to boil, or a bomb with a quickly burning fuse. The selection of the knife prompted a smile to curve his lips, (he did the mental math of knife vs car, the car won every time) but the bat won a curt nod of his chin. “Por que no dos?” Tripp loped around the vehicle, giving it a once over before snickering. “I think there’s far too many windows intact, if you ask me.” He stopped over the hood, a bare expanse of metal that could have very well been a canvas, before painting the first thing that came to mind. @TrippWright found itself emblazoned in bold orange, followed by the hashtag #F4F.

“Have at it,” Ari said, releasing the bat from where it sat off his shoulders and dangling it between his hands instead. Ari couldn’t be the one to swing the bat against the glass and he knew it. Everyone wanted to see the glass smash. There’d be too many cameras. His grandmother would have a fit and yet... A piece of him envied the person who’d do it. Perhaps thats why he took the bat. He went for the knife instead, scraping a long line against the metal of the car. He had heard of people keying cars, but he never saw the point. Why key a car when it only left a small scratch? Why not a knife? It made an awful sound, but nothing as painful as nails on a chalkboard. He blew on it after the word was made. ‘HAVEN’ was carved into the car. He then pointed the knife into it and stuck it inside. Rising from where he squatted, he peaked at Tripp’s graffiti. “You gonna swing,” he asked, taking a step back in preparation.

#tripp

jolieabbott‌:

The boy Ari had targeted was a dime a dozen at Daleton; smarmy, slick and lacking the sex appeal he so clearly thought he possessed. Echoing their body language, Jolie leaned back against the bar and pulled her friend closer by his belt loops. “Oh my god, like… what can’t it do is the question, but-” interrupting herself with another forced cackle, she made a show of closing her eyes. “Okay. Wow, it’s so dark in here! Where did you go?”

This time his eyes were trained on Jolie. He probably lost the game at that exact moment. Once Ari lost interest in something, it creased to exist, and the couple in the corner was nothing to him compared to Jolie. “I’m right here,” he said, still playing along. His hand went to her chin, his thumb pressing on her bottom lip, parting it open. “Can’t you feel me,” he asked, closing the gap between them. “Can’t you taste me?”

#jojo #bye bye gifs

charliehearst‌:

“Gatsby as in Daleton’s Gatsby or in some sort of fantasy of his own out there in the world?” Of course, Charlie knew of the Haven name. Their fathers had some sort of connection which he wasn’t particularly interested in the details of. Nonetheless, that alone validated the fact that Ari was worthy of his own time. “I’ve never asked. But then again, my father didn’t really talk much about his time at Daleton,” he said half-truthfully, knowing that he was rarely interested in what his father had to say even if he had divulged that sort of information. “What would you say if I said I was Gatsby?”

“I’d say your full of shit,” Ari answered, looking up at Charlie. It wouldn’t be too far out of the question, he supposed. He was a legacy. Someone could have passed the baton in some way or form. He was rich enough to make it happen too. And yet... He still had his doubts. Charlie Hearst in charge of something of this caliber? He doubted it. “Maybe its that guy,” he said, watching some hooded figure walk up to the car with a torch in hand. He screamed out something unintelligible and the car took a flame. “Maybe not,” Ari decided. “I’m heading inside. You coming?”

#charlie #imma be honest #i dont remember what they were doing #sorry dav this is so shit

remihawthorne‌:

Somewhere tucked within Ari’s syllables she finds a command, snaring obedience and prompting Remi’s chin to dip to a nod, watching the male with pupils stretched wide. She was sorry, and was tempted to reiterate such, but Remi simply nods, “I guess. I mean, it could’ve been worse, too. I did see some guy scraping a cheerleader’s vomit from his loafers.” Brows lift as the fabric is tugged from his torso, “maybe I did Daleton’s freshmen a favour.”

“What do you mean,” Ari asked, completely oblivious. As the outside wind passed him, one thing became immediately clear. He needed much more alcohol if he was expected to keep this way. “I need a new drink.” He peaked over at Remi’s cup, of which content had been emptied on the shirt in his jeans pocket. “Looks like you do too.” He gestured them toward the bar, but didn’t check if she followed, yet he kept speaking under the same assumption. “Have you let your hatred of me go yet?”

#remi

margotwright‌:

Margot scoffed, “If you want them back you can fish them out of the trash bin. Put them in my hair? Did you have me confused with some eighteenth century shepherdess?” It was an elaborate display of displeasure, but there was that secret part of her that enjoyed the attention– and she knew he did too. “A girl down the hall from me found it romantic. Why don’t you latch onto her? She seemed… easily impressed.”

Ari clasped his chest theatrically. “You break my heart, Margot Wright. Won’t you tell me then,” he asked, pushing himself closer against the palm of your hands. “What do I have to do to win your heart?”

#margot

emehoult‌:

There was a thread dangling in the back of her mind that ached to be pulled, a strange feeling of deja vu that caused her to pull the thread, to loosen it from its hiding spot. Maybe it was the way he leaned against the bar, or the way he seemed to know maybe her favourite Harry Potter quote of all time. But this was, familiar.. Then he said her name and it was as though all the pieces clicked. Eme felt her cheeks burn a hot red at the realization and embarrassment flooded her entire body. “Ari.. Oh my god, I’m such an asshole.” she groaned, hiding her head in her hands on the bar for a brief moment. “I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I forgot.”

Ari chuckled. “Not an ass, I promise. I take no offense at all, really. I was even having a little fun with it,” he admitted, lifting his drink to his lips. “We’ll call this an apology drink and that’ll make us even.” He didn’t blame her for not knowing who he was; it was a long time ago when her brother had graced his school. Truth be told, he’d nearly forgotten about them as well until he heard they attended Daleton. Ari kept tabs on everyone he once knew. One false step could lead to his demise. “How’ve you been,” he asked.

#eme

jolieabbott‌:

It was game they’d played countless times before, mostly at Jolie’s insistence. She had a (somewhat self-proclaimed) knack for it, on account on spending so much time studying others. The other girl’s flirtatious giggle was turned maniacal by Jo’s lips. “I like, ummm -” even the pause to flip her hair was perfectly executed. “I don’t dream, so…” The girl took an awkward sip of her drink, eyes darting about for rescue; Jo’s interpretation of the sound was the best sloppy-bj impersonation she could mimic.

Ari peaked over at Jolie at her response, amusement forming on his lips. Be a little game, Jolie knew how to win. It was part of what first attracted him to her those years ago. Ari didn’t date losers. “It’s easy you see,” he said as the boy moved closer. “You just shut your eyes and make a wish. I’ll give you an example. See right now, my one and only wish is to see what that mouth can do.”

#jojo

jolieabbott‌:

It was the sort of flagrant display of wealth her mother openly hated - Jolie, however, mostly found it fascinating. She was craning her neck to take in the sights even as Ari pushed a shot into her hand, turning back in time to catch his toast. “And perpetual beauty.” It was clear just how much alcohol she’d managed to get through on her own when her head lolled against his shoulder. “I love games. I always win.” By now, he was plenty used to her competitive nature; even then, arrogance was the very foundation Daleton was built upon. “Ooooh, is it the one where we bad lip read people’s conversations?”

“Like there,” he said, gesturing to a couple in the corner. The guy had his arm raised, palm flat against the wall supporting his body weight. He hovered over the girl with a drink pressed to her chest. Any chance of her attempt to appear docile or innocent was ruined by her dress, that left little to the imagination. He couldn’t make out their conversation between the music and the chatter, but he didn’t need to to play the game. That was half the fun. “I could make your wildest dreams come true,” Ari said in a mocking tone as the boy spoke.

#jojo

lucianatillo‌:

“ let’s go with red, ” luciana replies ignoring his other question. she tucks her camera into the safety of the designer backpack being used as a purse for the night and leaves it out of the way before taking a stand beside ari. “ is this the part where you show me some hidden artistic talent ? ”

Ari smiled, but never answered. Instead he drew wordlessly, taking a step back to admire his masterpiece once he was done. In red, he drew a lopsided smiley face with its tongue sticking out to resemble the iphone emoji. “I think it’s beautiful,” he grinned, turning towards Luciana.

#luciana

charliehearst‌:

“Money and reputation can do more damage than a lone baton could.” It sounded ridiculous in a way but true. “Could be a single senior. You wouldn’t be wrong then, so maybe that’s the way to think of it between you and I,” Charlie reasoned. “If you’re so skeptical of this Gatsby figure, why entertain his gestures by rocking up?”

Ari shrugged. “My father was Gatsby once,” he admitted, lifting his drink to his lips. “Or at least, that’s what my grandmother had told me once. “Or at least, that’s what my grandmother had told me once. I don’t know if I believe her though. They weren’t particularly close and he had a way of stretching the truth from time to time. Still.” He squinted at the fire. “Consider me curious.” Of course, he couldn’t be Gatsby anymore. His father was six feet under and no where around Boston. “Have your parents ever mentioned it?” he asked, knowing the Hearst name to be legacy one.

#charlie

emehoult‌:

“Oh yeah?” Eme wondered, completely entranced by the male in front of her. There was something almost familiar in the sound of his voice, the way words curled around his lips. She pushed it out of her mind though, the moment enough to make the blush on her cheeks deepen. Eme’s eyes shone at the Harry Potter reference, causing the female to grin widely and practically bounce on her tip toes in excitement. “I love Harry Potter.” she responded eagerly, practically clearing her throat in order to imitate her best Hermione Granger voice. “Fear of a name, only increases fear of the thing itself.” Eme grinned, feeling her heart race in her chest with excitement.

Ari smiled at her excitement. “Maybe I should call you Granger instead.” Ari turned so his back was against the bar, leaning back against the wooden surface. He looked out at the crowd with the drink still in his hands. “What do you think of the party, Eme?”

#eme

@ezra-the-ratboy

Better shirtless than sloppy.

The words rang in his head like a drunken mantra he could use to justify his actions. Still, he couldn’t decide. What made him look like a bigger tool: Not having a shirt on or being that one guy wearing a jacket with no shirt. Still, he figured he’d have to at least make an effort. All he needed was to borrow a jacket from someone roughly the same build who was crazy enough to bring a jacket with him. Where was Hearst when you needed him? Ari scanned the crowd for a familiar (and friendly) face. His eyes settled on Erza, and even then, he still hesitated.

“What are the chances that when I ask for your jacket it’ll have drugs or rat droppings in its pockets,” he called out when the other boy was just an earshot away.

#erza

lucianatillo‌:

nose crinkles at the nickname ––– luciana is not particularly fond of it but no matter how many times she asks for him to drop it the name keeps coming. “ if i’m going to smash a car it isn’t going to be when someone gives me permission, takes all the fun out of it. ”

“Even for a picture,” he asked, though shrugged it aside. He opted for the spray paint himself, slapping a twenty into the guys hand. Participation was mandatory, of course, even if destruction was not. He had to be a part of it all, if only in segments. “Red or black?”

#luciana

jolieabbott‌:

“That sounds like the name of the next Panic! At the Disco single.” Despite her derision, by all accounts, Jolie Abbott was in good spirits. The spirits themselves had helped with that - her top remained damp from the earlier spillage, courtesy of Remi Hawthorne, but there was plenty around to keep her voyeuristic tendencies satisfied too. With a soft hum, she looped her arm through the crook of her companion’s. “Okey-doke, Arielly.”

Ari lead the two in stride into the large hall of the once grand library. The speakers were blasting some pop song he didn’t recognize and the hall was filled with more faces than he cared to know. The bartenders station, however, was easy enough to find. Blatant with its large selection, he almost wondered how they managed to keep the whole charade under wraps. Despite the crowd, getting two drinks proved efficient enough. “Shots first,” he said, handing her the glass. “To our everlasting youth,” he toasted, throwing the drink back. It burned on its way down, but he welcomed it all the same. He gestured to the bartender for two more. “Let’s play a game Jojo.”

#jojo

margotwright‌:

Margot put a hand up to his chest, holding him back from coming any closer. “I’d rather eat glass,” she replied pointedly. One of the car windows had a spider’s web of a crack in it already, she’d seen it when she came in– someone over eager with a good swing had gotten to it first. “Isn’t this boring? Is this some stunted childhood reclamation, like a psychol–” She cut herself off with a brief shake of the head, changing the subject. “Did you send flowers to my dorm? There was no note, so I assumed.”

His attention drifted briefly at the wreckage of the vehicle. The more he watched, the longer his desire to participate faded. Soon there wouldn’t be much left of the thing, but he supposed that was the point. It would be ash before the end of the night. Margot, however, was a different story. There was no telling with her what would happen if he kept around long enough. “Daises,” he said with a nod of his head and a shit eating grin. “I thought they’d look pretty in your hair. Tell me you kept them.”

#margot

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