RECKLESS BEHAVIOR.

brett grady; twenty-one, kappa tau omega president, and coolest kid on the florida state university campus. —— i DON'T want this to ( e n d ) and there’s no need to play pretend.

[schmidtsburg]

I feel like you had a pretty bad shock, so let’s ask a few questions.

[mcdhouse]

“Ohh yay! That sounds like fun and you’re right no one messes with Amira Delgado especially when it comes to my clothes.”

[brctt-blog]

“It does doesn’t it? We should totally dress up as them for Halloween this year. Just like no one messes with me when it comes to Alcohol, right? We’ll get your clothes back. It had to have been either some drunk ass Pi Kappa or another KKG who was jealous as fuck.”

[aimeetf-deactivated20161228]

                ‘   it sounds like an STD, brett. as in oh damn, i have to go to the clinic to see if i caught sophett.  ’

[brctt-blog]

“Ugh, fuck, you’re right. It’s awful, you just ruined it for me. Forget I said it -- back to hating everyone. We hate everyone, right?”

[brctt-blog]

you and penelope would be cute

[shhshshshhsh-deactivated2018011]

KISS, kiss. FLASH. As the music played in the background, Angel couldn’t help but take an admiring look at what she and Annalise had accomplished, stepping away from the special guests who she’d just greeted slash taken a picture with, and would be speaking later on in the evening. Her eyes danced on the jazz band on the over the top stage, the swing dancers in front of them and their acrobatic accompanists hanging from the ceilings, breathing in the overall atmosphere of the glitz and glam fundraiser. In a way, the hotel reminded her of home– unsurprising, seeing as she’d spent a lot of her weekends in one just like it back in New York; that was just the Grand Lux for you. One thing was for sure, and that was the fact that Angel was definitely in her element. She deftly grabbed a flute of champagne from a tux costumed waiter as she turned around– a grin spread across her face as she spotted a familiar one. “Hey! I’m glad you made it.”

[brctt-blog]

If one thing was certain, it was that this party was way out of Brett’s league. He hated wearing tuxes more than anything (which is why he showed up in a simple white button down with a black tie) and all he wanted to do in that moment was drink a beer with his brothers. But, the party was for a good cause so he couldn’t help but attend and he also secretly just wanted to see Angel; he wanted to make sure she was okay after their last encounter and by the looks of it, she was doing better than ever. Brett was shocked to say the least when she greeted him, his index finger pointing back to himself for clarification. “Me? You’re glad I made it? Well, I wouldn’t miss it. It’s for charity after all, right?”

[aimeetf-deactivated20161228]

              ‘   that ––– our celebrity couple name sounds awful.   ’

[brctt-blog]

“I think it actually has a nice ring to it. It kinda sounds like a royal name, like – now presenting, the one and only…Princess Sophett.”

[baawri]

[mcrgot]

She let out another soft laugh at the mention of his real friends, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she shrugged her shoulders. “Figured you were just busy being an idiot somewhere else. Maybe being considerate enough to give me a break,” she teased in response, crawling up the bed until she was laying beside him, turned onto her side so that she could still face him. “It took you almost an entire week to get your name written down?” she questioned, tone playful and a grin forming on her lips, her eyes still locked on his. “I could’ve helped you, you know. All you had to do was ask. Or barge in, like just now.” She took note of how nervous he seemed to be, and as he spoke again to finish his thought, the grin that had seemed permanently etched into her features faded. Her brows knitted together, and she directed her gaze to his hands, as well, another shrug of her shoulders following. “I mean— it’s as good as it can be, I guess. Just wish the drama could stop for a little while, I need a fucking break. But you know how it is, right? Better than anyone. Once Penelope gets on Twitter, anything’s possible. Doesn’t matter who you are or how much you think you matter to her.”

[brctt-blog]

“Nah, I’d never purposely give you a break from me, sorry.” He let a small laugh escape his lips when he finished teasing her once again. Brett continued to twiddle his thumbs; it was sort of weird considering he had no reason to be nervous around Margot but he couldn’t help but stop the nervous habit. “Yes, an entire week...seven days...168 hours. That’s really nice of you to say, I would’ve asked but I kinda feel bad, y’know? Besides do you even know Philosophy? And, if you say ‘is that the one with the shapes and shit’, I’ll push you off the bed.” He knew she wouldn’t have said that, of course she wouldn’t -- she’s Margot and Margot is one of the smartest people he knew. It was just his way of getting off topic because the truth was: he actually enjoyed his Philosophy class and he did end up writing that ten page paper, which could possibly end up being one of his best ones yet. “Yeah, I guess. I’ve been telling her to delete her Twitter for I don’t know how long but she never listens. But, you know what? I’m sick of thinking about Penelope. You know what we need?” A smirk appeared on his face, it was the type of look he would give her right before he had one of his bad ideas. He adjusted his position so that he was facing her too, he placed both hands on her shoulders and finally met Margot’s eyes, “a vacation.”

[tfdante-blog]

“no brett, no volcanos.” he cracked a smile. he raised an eyebrow growing a bit concerned, “bro, relax yeah? no volcano’s or anything. just some lame presentation.” 

[brctt-blog]

“Yeah, you’re right. What’s the presentation on? I’d say I’d help but I probably wouldn’t be the best person for that. But, yeah, yeah -- no volcanos. Unless...I mean, it would make a cool belated birthday gift for you.”

[babil6]

[wiillicm]

( &. @brctt )

[danisontnonfire]

[matiastm]

@brctt

[brctt-blog]

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[brctt-blog]

do you have a crush

“Yes, I have a crush…a pepsi, a root beer, and a mountain dew.”

[brctt-blog]

fmk vera penelope angel

“Uh…fuck Vera, marry Angel, and kill Penelope – if she doesn’t kill me first.”

[mcrgot]

“Number one, you left that here the last time you spent the night. And number two, I’d love to see you try and torture me, Brett. I could kick your ass.” It was all she could do to keep from rolling her eyes again, though she allowed a quiet laugh to escape her as she glanced back up at the male. The look that he was giving her was one that she was, unfortunately, quite familiar with. It was the same look that he gave her after she told him something was a bad idea, and it was often the same look that led to them getting into trouble. But at his last words, she quirked a brow, scooting closer to him on the bed. “How am I supposed to say no to that? Even though… I’ve never witnessed such a thing, I’ll accept that deal,” she told him, hardly skipping a beat before she was grasping onto his arm, gently cleaning off the small amount of blood with the alcohol prep pad. The cut was so insignificant that it only took a moment for her to clean it off and place the bandaid over it, grinning up at him once she was finished. “There, all better. Now — can you tell me why you came to visit? You’ve been MIA for the past week or so. I was getting ready to send out the search team.”

[brctt-blog]

He scoffed at her 'kick your ass’ comment...which he knew was most likely the truth but he wasn’t going to be admitting that to her face anytime soon. Brett stayed silent while she took care of the cut on his arm, smiling to himself for the simple fact that he got what he wanted. “Thank you, Mar.” As soon as she finished, he changed his position on her bed; trying to make himself more comfortable as he crawled on one side of it and leaning his back on the head board. “Oh, you missed me, huh? I’m surprised no one came looking for me. I guess it just shows me who my real friends are,” Brett jokingly rolled his eyes, teasing her every chance he got. He patted the open space next to him, gesturing for her to join him. “It’s going to be hard to believe but I was actually trying to do some school work. It didn’t happen, though. I started writing a paper for Philosophy and only got two words -- my name. I tried looking through old Kappa Tau records of papers but no KT in history has took this class which doesn’t surprise me at all...” he trailed off as he twirled his thumbs around. He kept his eyes focused on his hands, not wanting to see Margot’s reaction when he added his next words, “And, I saw that Twitter thing. I wanted to see if everything was okay here in Marlo’s World.”

[mcrgot]

She rolled her eyes at Brett’s response, knowing that, after all the years she had known him, she shouldn’t have expected anything else. She crossed her arms over her chest as he moved to stand up, her eyes studying over him, attempting to find any possible wounds from his tumble— there had been plenty of times where he had hurt himself in Margot’s presence, mainly because it was common for them to come up with ridiculous plans that couldn’t end any differently, but he was always taking one for the team. “As much as you’d like to think it’s your room, it isn’t. Do you see any of your things laying around?” she questioned, teeth sinking into her lesser lip in a half-assed attempt to hide the way that her lips curved upwards as she spoke. But any urge to smile faded as she noticed the cut on his arm, expression softening and a quiet sigh slipping past her lips as he spoke. “Shut up. I’ve got a first aid kit around here somewhere, I think. Go sit on the bed,” she mumbled, moving away from him and over to her nightstand, pulling open the drawer. She searched through it for a brief moment, finding the first aid kit and quickly moving back to the bed, sitting down beside the boy. “Never know when you’re gonna need it, yeah? Want me to clean it off and bandage it up for you, too? Or are you capable?” Even as she spoke, her tone playful and eyes glancing back towards her friend, she moved to open the kit, pulling out an alcohol pad and bandage. 

[brctt-blog]

“I have many things to say to you, Miss.” He scrunched up his nose and gave Margot a glare before walking over to her bed and taking a seat at the edge of it. Brett looked around her room while she searched for her first-aid kit; he noticed clothing at the end of her mattress and smirked to himself. “Number one, as a matter of fact -- yes, I do see my things laying around. Because that is my hoodie and two, don’t tell me to shut up. I will torture you.” He left out a small laugh and watched Margot as she sat next to him. If he tried, he would be fully capable of patching up his small wound but he wasn’t going to make that an option for her. Brett took a deep breath, pouting his bottom lip and looked at her with wide eyes; it was pretty much his smoldering look, which he usually used for evil. He knew it would be impossible for her to say no to him the moment he locked eyes with her, at least it worked on every other person he used it on so why would it be any different with one of his best friends. “I would do it but you have everything in your hands already and if you do it, I promise not to be annoying for the rest of the night.”

[mcrgot]

Margot had been doing her own thing, minding her own business and attempting to focus on reading through one of her history textbooks, when her phone began to go off. One of the younger girls from her sorority had sent her a text message, telling her to check Twitter — that was her first mistake, because it didn’t take long for her to find out what Penelope was saying about her, and her relationship with Harlan. She only responded to a few tweets, before tossing her phone to the side and shutting her textbook, laying back on her bed with a heavy sigh. The semester really couldn’t end soon enough. She had only been laying there for a few minutes, her eyes shut and fingers tapping against her stomach to the beat of a song that she had listened to earlier, when she heard a noise coming from her window. She shot up in her bed, about to make a run for the baseball bat she kept in her closet when the intruder fell into her room. And, well, it was a dork that she was familiar with. “Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!” she shouted at the boy, pushing herself off of the bed and making her way over to him, heart still racing in her chest. “What are you doing here? — Get up, you good.”

[brctt-blog]

He stayed on the floor for a minute, wincing at pain that overwhelmed him in that moment. Brett used his palms to push himself to sit up, “I good, I good.” He immediately stood up to shake off and stretch any other part of his body that felt sore after his smooth landing. “What I can’t come visit you? This is my room too, y’know.” It wasn’t actually, but he spent so much time in Margot’s room that her sorority sisters must’ve assumed that he was her roommate. He kind of also figured that coming out and saying that he was there to make her feel better after the Twitter drama might be a bit too straightforward. It was fitting though, considering Brett has had his fair share of Twitter fights (and regular fights) with Penelope so he could just possibly be the best person to talk about it with. He threw his hands up when he had spoken to Margot which made him realize that his arm had gotten a little cut up when he ‘gracefully’ entered her room. It wasn’t anything a little bandaid couldn’t fix but with Brett, he makes everything much harder than it needs to be. “I need a nurse, call 911,” he dramatically stared at the small amount of blood right above his childhood scar on his left forearm before looking directing his gaze to Margot.