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dylmatthews:

Dylanne groaned as she put her keys into her purse and powered walk through each hall. Once again, she was late. She didn’t exactly intend to be late today, but her sleeping schedule was off and she did not want to risk looking awful at school. She slowed down when she saw the boy against the lockers. She scanned over him and could quickly tell why he wasn’t in class. “Me? I’m late. Usual. What’s your excuse?” she asked.

“Hall monitor.” Caleb answered, making no move to fix his disheveled appearance. His light brown curls were still sticking up at the back- clearly bedhead, and his shirt was untucked not to mention unbuttoned to reveal a white tee shirt underneath. He shoved his palms into his front pockets and quirked his head curiously. Around his throat, a haphazardly tied tie swung gently.

He didn’t know whoever this girl was, but she was his only ticket out of complete boredom. “Why don’t you just skip? I won’t report you, I promise. As long as you don’t report me.” he winked.

Got to eat the booty like groceries agree or disagree?

“Well I don’t disagree.”

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genoveva-de-souza:

Pressed and polished with her Birken over her shoulder Veva was happily excused from class to run errands for a teacher who’d always considered her in high regards. In truth she was happy to just be out in the halls instead of sitting through another Spanish lesson- it felt ridiculous considering her first language, so she’d taken to getting coffee during her self appointed free period.

“How long have you known me, does it seem like I need Spanish lessons?”

“Practice makes perfect. I always thought it was hot when you spoke in Spanish.” Caleb winked, not especially keen to recount how many years they had known one another. It was hard not to know someone like Veva when you had families like they did and went to a school like this, and the past was one subject he was happy to skip over any day.

“I don’t think anyone’s questioning your language skills, Veva.”

smhtony:

“I think it’s too late for that now. I just had a croque monsieur delivered to my room, I don’t do well with cooking, anyways.”

“Probably beats charred lettuce.”

“Lucky you have the help to do the grunt work for you, eh? Let’s hope you always have daddy’s money to keep you from getting food poisoning.” Caleb rolled his eyes. There were always the snobby types at the school. He had been raised with more of an emphasis on hard work and academics, so it always bothered him to see others coasting by.

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It always seemed to return to uniforms with Caleb. Not ironed enough, untucked, unbuttoned. He stood in hallway propped up against a wall, smiling lazily at each pair of legs that passed him. He had been thrown out of his first period class for coming dressed improperly, but didn’t feel like seeing the principle right away. Loitering seemed like the best option.

A familiar pair of eyes caught the teenage delinquent’s attention. “-should you be in second period?” Caleb snickered, his eyes gleaming disdainfully up at them.

#tfstart #tfstarter #heaaai

caleb & gabe || count me out

Caleb looked down at his white tee shirt and brought a plastic red cup to his lips. It was his first day of official freedom and he wasn’t overwhelmed by what he saw. A lame party thrown by some senior he didn’t care to meet for some other senior’s birthday, and by the looks of the packed interior swarming with sweaty bodies- they were one of those popular types. The male heard the words “Did you hear?’ and ‘-just got out of jail.” and cringed into the rim of his drink. He almost preferred community service to this heap of garbage. The orange suited him better, actually, and at least when he was surrounded by druggies and thieves he knew they wouldn’t be cowardly enough to aim for his back.

That was how it felt, hearing yourself talked about in the same city- the same school- you grew up in. Like he wasn’t one of them anymore because of a couple of bad habits he fell into as a kid. Like any of them were saints, he rolled his eyes visibly.

He smiled to himself all of a sudden with the intention of giving the bottle blonde behind him with the big mouth something else to talk about. His pearly whites showed in an amused grin as he stood against the wall of what looked like the living room, blissfully unaware of how under dressed he was. He was sure Brittany or Jessica wouldn’t mind, and sipped the strong drink that tasted like cough syrup and Pepsi. He continued to smile as a ripple of ‘surprise!’s broke out among the crowd, but didn’t join in himself.

The brunette just tipped the bottom of his cup to the ceiling and swallowed, the sound of music thrumming through the floorboards, before crushing it in his fist and turning towards the backdoor to make his escape. He was used to drinking alone, and all the noise and attention made him uneasy. He might have appreciated it once, but today it was swallowing him whole.

kennedymreese:

“So I got a dick pic texted to me from a blocked number today… Why are people like this?”

“Yeah that was from me. Like it?”

#holaaa

ivanahq:

Please explain to me why telling Mr. Gaileon that the reason I can’t focus in his math class is because he looks like Santa Claus and I keep expecting ill-shapen elves to pop out of the blackboard is worthy of a detention?