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@belairesx
stella .
“i’m way too hungover for this shit,” stella murmured not so under her breath as she pushed her chemistry book away from her. “go into pre-med, they said. it’ll be fun, they said.” she dropped her highlighter with a low huff. of course stella wanted to be a doctor in the long run, but recently her attitude towards anything was going from bad to worse.
“who the fuck ever said pre-med would be fun?” his brows furrow. “you set yourself up with that shit.”
NOVA .
she hadn’t realized how much she was shaking with anger ( well maybe there was some part of it that wasn’t just anger ) until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. she wanted to scream. she wanted to tell the world to fuck off, that she didn’t do anything, and to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. and as much as nova hated everything, she just took a deep breath and let herself be hugged for a minute. she was hot headed as all hell but she couldn’t deny that a hug wasn’t a good way to help her collect her thoughts. “i think it’s funny to scream at them,” she said, only half joking. “they don’t get the best of me. they get the worst of me,” she said with a real laugh. “they’re fucking annoying.”
belaire let her go, she seemed calm-er but as he expected, still pissed off. “right.” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood a little before she actually does physical harm to someone. “no shit, they’re dicks, i get it.” he won’t argue it. he truly does understand why she’s upset, anyone would be. “just, be careful. i don’t want you in trouble over people who aren’t worth it.”
OLIVIA .
for what it’s worth — olivia only cheered ( and couldn't ANYMORE ) and never paid much attention to the scoreboard. should she? mmm .. maybe so. "‘fraid not.“ she didn’t know why they’d be sitting in their car of all places, but. "just making sure i don’t have to call 911 to break you out of your own car.”
she’s hilarious. not. “ha ha, funny but i’m good o.” he states it simply. he’s familiar with her, he might call her a friend depending on what mood you catch him in. she’s his teammate’s girl, monroe, they’ve known each other since grade school so, he supposes he likes her. “where’s ya bitch ass boyfriend?” he’s teasing, he just wants to fuck with her.
they’d just lost their big game and belaire was moody to say the least. it was the game they needed to win to go to the championships. he was outside, sitting in his new mercedes, sulking as usual. he could hear footsteps approaching. “this better be good.” he grumbled.
NOVEMBER !
november didn’t always mean to come off so cold. but she couldn’t help it, the world was full of idiots and nova knew she was better off then all of them. her overpriced sandwich from an instagram worthy cafe had kept most of her attention but that didn’t stop her from glaring at a few random passerbys. they all looked like people who would act holier than thou while doing cocaine off a marble coffee table. at least nova knew she was no good, it was in her genetics after all. she knew some of the random strangers on the street were staring back at her. she knew why too. she shared a lot of facial features with her father. she was bound to snap and she felt sorry for those around when her she exploded. “you know, you can just take a picture. it’s less fucking rude than staring at me. be upfront about your murder fetish.”
belaire falls quiet as november’s voice gets louder, more explosive. he turns to see what pissed her off and to his surprise it’s a few neighborhood punks. he doesn’t understand why she lets them get to her. “hey, nova chill.” he puts his hand on her shoulder, testing the waters before he fully wraps her in a hug. “they’re just kids, they think it’s funny. they’re nobody c’mon don’t let them get the best of you.” he’s calm, surprisingly the calmest in the room for once.