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Ana slowly flipped through the last yearbook she’d gotten while she was alive. Nothing but horrible memories, really, but she still couldn’t get rid of the thing. It was a reminder to her, that what she did to herself was worth it. Killing herself was worth it. Eyes scanning over the faces of students who had picked on her and made her life a living Hell, Ana’s lips quivered, her fake smile twitching into a frown. The little blonde shut the book before tossing it across the room, legs coming up to her chest as she then hugged them.

“Where the fuck are they?” Tristan muttered, as he took the steps up the porch by two--aiming to head for Sara’s room to find either she or Tara. The bitches had messaged for him to meet them over two hours ago at a club and they hadn’t shown. If they’re doing their makeup, they owe me three beers.

Opening the front door, he would have started walking up the staircase had he not heard a thump come from the living room. Head jerking towards the sound, Tristan’s eyes narrowed. Sounds like that never boded well for the residents of the notorious house, and the goosebumps that broke out over his arm told him to head the other way, and yet...

Nearly stepping on a yearbook as he entered the spacious room, the frat boy bent to pick it up. It wasn’t from the college and looked to be dated back to the early 90′s. “God, look at some of the shit clothing decisions.” He grimaced as he thumbed through the book--distracted from the young girl who had thrown the book as he continued to judge the people inside.

#mini paras #anabelle #surprise #heh

Carina, Hannah, Neena, Spencer, Tara, Natasha.

do the sexy love™ with: Tara, hands down any time.

sacrifice myself for: I would vote Carina. She’s too innocent.

kick: Damn this is tough...Hannah? Yeah she could use a kick.

take to prom: Natasha. Girl knows how to party.

abandon in jurassic park: Neena. She’s resourceful. She’d be one of the ones that makes it out alive. Super confident in that one.

push off a bridge: That leaves Spencer. It’d be a short bridge so I’m sure he’d be okay.

@daydreamiisms, @medicineoverbullshit, @prettylittlepresident, @cockyhorrorshow, @actressisms, @beautifulbasketcase

#ask stuff #Anonymous

Relaxed against one of the many booths of the coffee shop, Tristan couldn't help the look of disappointment etched across his usually relaxed face. He needed to figure out a good date for a party, something that would kick off the start of summer right. He hadn't been able to talk any of the neighboring fraternities or sororities into being interested in hosting the shindig, which made his aggravation worse. Lips puckered, he mumbled a string of curse words before pushing the small calendar off the tabletop--causing it to land with a plop in the middle of the floor.

#tdhu:starter

actressisms

[ iMessage: Tristan ] :: You better, sir! ;) Look for the chauffeur holding the sign Mr. Lewton.

beerpxngplayer

Grinning down at his phone, Tristan shook his head as he made his way out of the airport. He had been to Vegas to celebrate a couple of the boys turning the big 21, but he had never really been treated to a time. Looking around at the different vehicles parked, Tristan’s grin grew as he saw the chauffeur and stepped quickly over to him. “Hey man, Mr. Lewton, right here,” he said, moving past him to open the door. “There free drinks included with this ride?”

#mini paras #tara

actressisms

( @beerpxngplayer )

[ iMessage: Tristan ] :: Land yet? I booked a limo to pick you up. :*

beerpxngplayer

[ iMessage: Tara ] :: Just grabbed my bag. [ iMessage: Tara ] :: A limo, huh? Guess I'm going to have to put out in this little get away. :p :*

#text message #tara #this is gonna be the best thing ever I swear

medicineoverbullshit

Hannah had been advised to go back inside; after watching the webcast and testing the power, she immediately set out to the front yard to see the message in the street for herself. That’s when the authorities led her back into the house, saying: ‘ you don’t need to see this ’. She didn’t like to be coddled, didn’t need to be — and it’d put her in a mood. She couldn’t believe this was happening… but she wasn’t surprised; the house seemed to be prone to danger.

Upstairs, standing beside a window she’d discovered held a clear view out into the street, she easily read the words written in blood: ‘ I CAN WAIT ’. Who was this maniac? Who was he after? Why weren’t the policemen present when the message was written? These questions swarmed her head as she kept hidden, secretly studying the scene. Attention fixed outside, she didn’t–… couldn’t notice anyone approaching.

beerpxngplayer

Watching the blast had left Tristan feeling slightly annoyed. Of course the asshole had to show how big his balls were and pull something like this. God only knew how much longer they were going to be stuck in this house–not that the playboy was complaining too loudly; however, he’d rather be in his own frat room instead of sharing with two other guys. Deciding to be proactive, Tristan had made his way to the kitchen. Maybe the mysterious owner of the house had thought about providing candles or flashlights–in case of an emergency such as this. He hunted around and found a box filled with long stemmed candles as well as several flashlights–they had been stuffed into one of the cupboards towards the back which had made him curious about what exactly this Mr. Beinz knew about the murders. That is how the young frat boy found himself upstairs, placing the candles in candlesticks and leaving them in spots so once night came no one would be tripping over themselves without the lights. He had completely walked past the familiar blonde before he realized there was someone else in the hallway. Turning around, an easy smile came to his lips until he realized she was too invested into what she was looking at to realize he was even in her vicinity. Stepping over, he looked out the window, his mouth forming a grimace at the little scene outside. “Wonder if he’ll just get bored and find another frat or sorority to mess with.”

#mini paras #hannah #sorry for the length I hope this is okay

beerpxngplayer

Grinning, Tristan shrugged. “More power to you, girl.”

wickedhaunter

Alex rolled her eyes, moving back into the open bathroom and finishing brushing her teeth before completely and utterly dropping her towel, not ashamed of a damn thing.

beerpxngplayer

Eyebrows raising when the girl dropped her towel, Tristan's grin widened. "Damn girl. Looks like I chose the right place to hideout."

#mini paras #alex

wickedhaunter

“I don’t care if the house is packed— Good hygiene is more important than whether or not someone sees my rack.”

beerpxngplayer

Grinning, Tristan shrugged. "More power to you, girl."

#mini paras #Alex

Text // @Tristan

Carina: I'm heading to the gas station...

Carina: Water tower says San Fernando. My phone is gonna die. :(

Tristan: Hell Carina how did you get all the way out there?

Tristan: Okay, okay...I'll try to find the water tower just stick close to it and don't let anyone talk you into getting into their car unless it's me.

Tristan: okay?

#text messages #carina #awwwwww xDD

actressisms

( @tristan-lewton )

If there was any day of the year that proved how idiotic frat boys could truly be, it was Halloween. Between their terrible pick up lines, the behavior they exhibited from their binge drinking, or their apparent entitlement to girls like Tara, who liked to dress down for the holiday, she just about had enough of the one before her. She’d had her fair share to drink, but still the sorority beauty could comprehend that the boy hitting on her was a complete asshole. She’d seen him get turned down earlier that night, and now there he was – hand against the wall, creating a small and claustrophobic space between him and her. Glancing up and over his shoulder, Tara spotted a face in the crowd that she was more than happy to see. Tristan.

“If you don’t back down, that man over there – he’s gonna kick your ass,” the brunette smirked, as her opposite glanced over his shoulder. Clearly unimpressed, he looked back down to Tara, which only caused her to annoyance to form onto her expression. ‘Right, okay, how about I get you that drink?’ His offer had her rolling her eyes, before they once again looked right past him and over to that familiar face, hoping he could get the hint from her gaze that she needed a little help fending this one off.

beerpxngplayer

The one problem, Tristan always had when Halloween came around, was the amount of stupid drunks it brought into his fraternity house. While his parties always tended to draw the biggest crowds any other time of the year--it never failed that Halloween would be the one where he had to throw more people out on their asses and threaten them just to get them to leave. He had already had to do that twice--and in a costume that was just a little bit purposeful, this party was off to a rocky start.

At the moment he felt like two fiery holes were being shot through his skull, he had been talking to one of the pledges. Not really talking--mostly warning him that if any of the drunks threw up on his bed that he’d choose one to sleep in the filth and then they’d have to clean it up the next day. Looking around, his eyes caught Tara’s, and he scowled. It wasn’t hard to tell what she wanted, and the fact that the guy who was currently chatting her up was one of the pledges from another fraternity he really didn’t need a reason to force the man out if he got too possessive.

Grabbing one of the cups that were filled with water from the table Tristan was standing next to, he gradually made his way over. “Hey beautiful...I got that drink you were wanting,” he cut in, not bothering to give the man a second glance.

#paras #oops this got long heh #tara

actressisms

( @tokintoforget, @tristan-lewton )

Another round of shots were poured, and Tara was just as giddy as ever. Hitting her hands on the bar in a drum like rhythm, the brunette had to have mixed at least five different liquors in the two short hours that she and her squad had been at the bar. Radiating with a lively energy, the starlet rose her hand as a signal to Sara and Tristan. “On the count of three – one, two, three…” and with a satisfied giggle, the girl downed the fiery shot of whiskey.

gxttastxyhxgh

Fingers sliding up and down the liquor filled shot glass, Sara giggled to herself. The liquor already in her body was beginning to hum and electrify every nerve she had–making her do a little dance to Tara’s drum beats on the bar. Following Tara’s lead, the blonde quickly gulped down the whiskey, her throat almost completely numb to the feeling of fire running down it. “Another round for my movie star friend here!” She yelled to the bartender, her smile widening as the man went to get the bottle once more to fill their glasses.

beerpxngplayer

Head fuzzy from the amount of shots he had been shooting back, Tristan threw back another in time with the other two. His body was sizzling by the amount of alcohol they had consumed since hitting the club. “I think the star needs to come dance with me for a bit,” he called out--trying to get a momentary reprieve from the consumption of alcohol. “in fact, both of you should.”

#mini paras #tara #sara