❝ ─ KILL ME IF YOU DARE,

hold my head up everywhere; keep myself riding on this train. i'm the ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴅᴏɢ, live my life on a lullaby. CASPIAN ALVAREZ

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I always knew you were completely useless. Nothing more than an ugly bastard child that nobody wanted. Fine, we will do this the hard way then. -D

So what was I supposed to say for the easy way? Cas blinked, why did he think that the person spending their time terrorising teenagers would have any rhyme or reason in the first place. I thought it was pretty clear that I was ready after I got over the shock.

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lucasboyd‌:

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An hour after the shop officially closed, Lucas sat at the front counter, hunched over the body of his half-built laptop. Mister Stone must have been able to tell Lucas had been having a horrific time as of late because as soon as he found a GeForce 1060 graphics card, he sold it to Lucas well below cost. “Consider it compensation for the overtime,” Mister Stone had said, and Lucas had hugged the old man tight and said “thank you” approximately fifty-six times. 

Just as he was able to get the graphics card in the right spot and properly hooked up, he heard a knock at the front. Beyond the lamplight, he couldn’t quite make out who it was at first and hoped it wasn’t a client demanding to be let in. He was well in view of the front windows, after all; they’d easily be able to see him. You’re already here, so why can’t you just fix it? 

When he came around the counter and got closer, though, he found it was just Cas, and he smiled in relief. He quickly unlocked and opened the door, standing aside to let Cas in. “Hey. Any trouble finding the place?” 

Cas had just pulled up, hula girl still twirling on the dash. His hockey gear was tossed haphazardly into the trunk and his hair was struggling to form tighter and tighter curls, still wet. This was more like the parts of town he was used to and he felt himself subconsciously exhale for what felt like the first time since he’d woken up that morning to the still unfamiliar room. Sat at the sparkling marble counter tops in the kitchen that was larger than half of his old house and felt more well stocked than the nearest grocery store.  He threw his backpack over one shoulder, and slid out, lit warmly by the streetlights above. 

“A little, sorry I’m late.” Cas couldn’t remember if he’d ever actually gone to study with the intention of actually getting work done, it usually ended with smoking in the woods behind Cesar’s house and Elena dutifully weaving daisy chains for them all, books abandoned in the grass. His eyes swept over the shop before quirking a smile to Lucas and following him inside. 

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Are you ready to uncover the truth behind your bible thumping psycho family? -D

Oh, word? Cas hummed around his cigarette as he typed. I’m genuinely overwhelmed with surprise, sorry, that’s probably why I seem like I don’t give a shit. Rich people do bad things? I had no idea. Who’d have thought?

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scar: wyd??

scar: come drink w/ me i'm at the rtiz!!1!

scar: ritz**

cas: damn!!

cas: the only ritz i know is the cracker wtf omw

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              “ ……. so,” everett chimed in as he slid onto the empty chair next to his peer. “ is it going to be the maldives or the french riviera for this summer? i can’t really decide, daddy’s yacht in cannes hasn’t been cleaned since, wait for it, last week. can you believe it?” everett’s words were slightly tinted with sarcasm, but the funny thing was, he could have sworn that one in two of his peers could have said the same things without joking in the slightest. it was probably a coin flip of whether or not his peer was to actually take him seriously – it was a gift, in fact, that had taken years of practice. blending into the student body at houghton while simultaneously mocking it was never an easy feat.

“i think i’m fairly settled on the parking lot behind denny’s myself.” cas hummed in response, bemusedly. “i like to keep things simple, not been cleaned in 25 years simple.”

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islucasboyd‌:

Lucas stumbled back, only to sigh in relief when it was just Cas. “Thanks, uh, you, too.” Though honestly, Cas would probably look good in a trash bag, but that was neither here nor there. 

His hand flew to the back of his head. “Yeah, y’know, I figured Cristina has an image to maintain. Wouldn’t want to sully it. Are you, I mean, uh, no offense, but I didn’t think you’d come to prom.” 

“To be honest, you’re the best case scenario of who I thought she’d be walking in here with.” Cas laughed a little, fingers resting briefly on the bridge of his nose. “I was strong-armed by a tiny latina woman who wanted to check out my new rich kid school. Basically my friend Elena is paying for gas and Mcdonalds on the way home.” 

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lucasboyd‌:

Listen, Lucas knew he was gaining a reputation around school for being the local nervous wreck, and it wasn’t completely unfounded. But if there was one night where he needed to keep his cool, it was tonight. D had something planned, and he needed to be ready. 

When the pounding of the bass got to be a tad too much, he excused himself to the foyer of the venue, where the sound was a tad muffled and the lights were a bit brighter. He caught sight of himself in one of the mirrors lining the walls, and he looked… well, as his reputation entailed. Excellent. 

It was then he realized he was standing in someone’s way. “Oh, shoot, sorry.” 

The menthol of his last cigarette still clung to his mouth, Elena had dashed off to the ladies which usually meant she either had a big bottle of rum or peach schnapps stashed impossibly in that little red dress and even tinier handbag. 

Cas’ bemused gaze wandered from the mirror that Lucas had been looking into to the guy in question. “You scrub up pretty good.” He hummed. “No doubt my sister has something to do with that?” He teased without bite, the scarred through eyebrow lifting playfully. 

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zekkeex‌:

unlike valerie, zeke didn’t mind going with her to prom. it was nice to go to prom with someone and have some kind of arm candy. though that didn’t stop the drunken boy from hitting on literally everyone who came his way. he finished pouring the last bit of the small bottle of alcohol into the punch and stirred it quickly before an adult had noticed. pouring two cups he walked around before stopping in front of them. “May I offer you a drink?” the boy offered with a hiccup and a laugh as he handed the mixed punch over to them. “you look nice tonight, did you come here alone? if so we can change that so you won’t be leaving alone. “ he offered with a wiggle of an eyebrow. “because I don’t think my date will be putting out-“ he said pointing to the redhead over his shoulder who was obviously annoyed with his drunken shenanigans.

despite his serious reservations, cas was having a good time purely because elena was. she twirled, dark curls flying and her lips the usual devastating shade of red. the second houghton prom was brought up she had demanded, hands slapping the dashboard of his car, that he buy them two tickets. rich people had always fucking fascinated her. then he returned from the bathroom, adjusting the rolled up cuffs of his black shirt and zeke was motioning over his shoulder to a seriously pissed off val while talking to cas’ date. he reached the two, pressed a comforting palm to the small of her back. elena whispered that she needed a cigarette before rolling her eyes and striding toward the door, punch still in hand. “that punch bowl smells like i could run my car off that shit, phew, not even trying to be subtle.” the double meaning didn’t escape him as he’d caught the last few words zeke had said. 

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