SUPER RICH KIDS.

— declan coyne — 18 — senior — my silver spoon has fed me good.

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are you going to take tori to poundtown?

you guys disgust me.

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are you ever going to speak to vanessa again

i’m most likely never going to see her again after graduation. is there really a point ?

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so are you going to fuck around with becky baker now?

i like hanging out with her — she’s fun and cute. if something comes out of that, then so be it.

@beckyxbaker

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do you think your sister really deserves to be a coyne?

whether she deserves to be or not doesn’t really matter because she’s a coyne no matter what. but for the record, i’m proud to call her my sister, and she means the world to me.

@artbyfiacoyne

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prom plans?

nothing that’s set in stone yet, but i have a few ideas in mind.

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ᴛᴇxᴛ ➪ ᴅᴇᴄʟᴀɴ

owen: ah, sorry man. that sucks. hell yeah. we can do better than this shithole.

declan: definitely. graduation can't some soon enough at this point. what are your plans after we get out of here?

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milligcn‌:

      he had  ,   of  course  he had  .   it seemed that spiteful rumours were something of a rite of passage at degrassi  .   sometimes tristan couldn’t help but wonder if it was like that everywhere  ,   or if the students at degrassi were a particularly new breed of awful  .     ‘  so you just want to throw a super expensive prom campaign out of the goodness of your heart ?  ’     something about that seemed untrue  ,   like there was more to the story  ,   but nosy as tristan was  ,   even he knew how to take a win and shut up  .   plus  ,   katie deserved it  ,   deserved having a win  .     ‘  sounds like fun  .   but if you  really  wanted to be  …   on our side  ,   you could always join us  .  ’     ordinarily  ,   he would know better than to suggest that  ,   but if declan really  was  against the plastics for some reason  …   well  ,   he might just go for it  .

        “ exactly. you see, i’m a lot nicer than what people tend to think. ”      a little stuck up, yes, but he did truly care for the very few people he was close with. it would be nice to see a win for the underdogs as well.      “ join you . . . ?  i don’t really think i see a point in doing that when it’s so close to graduation . . . ”      in just a couple of months, the cliques wouldn’t even matter to him anymore — hell, they hardly mattered to him now. he didn’t feel a particular sense of loyalty to the cool kids, he just didn’t see a real reason for doing so.

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goodnightjcob‌:

jake only gave him an incredulous look, fighting a laugh that threatened to escape his lips. he didn’t mind playing warden with the tools for a day, as long as he didn’t go too overboard. “yeah, it’s kinda been a long time coming with her..don’t get me wrong, tori’s amazing..but i kinda need to see where this goes, you know? plus, you’ve got a point, starting your own group is pretty bad ass..” he was aware that his choice between the two girls seemed odd at first, but he genuinely liked katie, and he couldn’t put off seeing how far they could really go any longer. “i just made her a cake and asked her to go with me. nothing too crazy, i’m not the big song and dance type.” jake shrugged, knowing his gesture was small and not showy or expensive, but he was always taught that it was the thought that counted, not how big it was. jake eyed declan’s stance for a moment, watching him get more into as he swung the hammer. “atta boy.” he encouraged with a pat on the shoulder. “i get you, instead of talking about our problems, my ex..FLEW..to another country.” he spoke, emphasizing the word flew as he swung his hammer. “girls can be insane, we both know that, but it makes good swinging material.”

        “ tori’s a catch, but you can’t fake something like love . . . no matter how beautiful and amazing she is. ”      after getting to know tori during their time together in australia, there was no denying that she had her own unique appeal. it’s what attracted him to her, after all — it’s why he’s still attracted to her, but it didn’t really feel like the best time to bring up their past together.       “ simple. i like it. i’m almost surprised she said yes though. you’d think a former plastic would want something more . . . extravagant. ”      maybe she was a bit more low maintenance than he presumed    ( definitely a good thing for jake )    . he grinned at jake’s approval, taking it as a sign that he was doing something right.      “ you think you found the one that’s different than all the rest . . . but NOPE. ”      he stopped his words, putting more force into his swing as he whacked the shed again — then another time. and for a few moments, he gets more and more into it as the walls begin to come apart.      “ i think i’m done with girls for  the time being. probably best to focus on myself right now. ”      his breaths are deep and heavy after pausing for a break.     “ and you’re right. great swinging material. ”

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toriscnta‌:

his lopsided grin prompts one of her own, despite herself. swiveling coming to a halt only for her to steal an extra maraschino cherry from behind the counter to drop into her drink. (what can she say? she likes it sweet.) head resting against her palm she’d burst into laughter if she wasn’t so down, the breathy laugh that leaves her lips next almost uncharacteristically bitter as she says, “i don’t model” and uses the two little black straws to stir the ice around in her glass. one year of that gig was really all it took for her to become washed up. and here she was with no money, no agent, no fame, nothing but a few extra hastygram followers and designer gifts to show for it. it scares her sometimes, how fleeting everything is. 

“just in the mood i guess. i’d ask why you’re here but–i’m sure you know i know” her voice lowers an octave in the latter part of her sentence, and eye contact is made for the first time since he slinked over. and she’d never say it aloud, would never say anything that could potentially be misinterpreted as her taking any side but her best friend’s, but she can empathize with what it’s like to not be the one someone chooses. twice.

still, when she takes him in something nostalgic wells up from all those fun nights in australia something she’d pushed deep down and all but eradicated the minute it was rumored that he and vanessa were an item. nights devoid of expectation and inhibition and worrying about what’s happening at home. full with mystery, and fun, and her egging him on. perhaps those kind of nights exist in toronto as well.

she downs the rest of her drink in the space of four seconds and looks at him with the twinge of mischief now sparkling in her deep brown hues. “well since you’re having a shitty night and i’m having a shitty night–why don’t we make it fun..” a crooked little smile takes up residence on her features as she swivels in the red plastic barstool, avante-garde and borderline tacky like the rest of this place, to face him completely. “play a game with me?”

        he watched her every move, amusement on his features never faltering as he observed her pluck a cherry from the bowl behind the counter. there was something beautifully intriguing in the way she lived so boldly and freely. he’d been all across the world, seen every kind of person there is, and strangely, the only ones who could truly catch his interest were from a public school in toronto.      “ a shame . . . wasting all that beauty talking to a guy like me when it should be shown off on the cover of vogue, or something like that. ”      they weren’t empty words either. tori was undeniably gorgeous, and that fact that she wasn’t afraid to live as herself made her all the more alluring.

       “ right . . . almost forgot about that. ”      the topic was bound to come up eventually, but he was glad tori chose not to touch on it for much longer. he was there to forget about his breakup, after all. though, hanging out with his ex’s best friend most likely was not the best way to go about it. in his defense, his escapades with tori happened far before anything ever got remotely serious with vanessa — and those were some of his favorite times, too. he was never the type to get attached to past conquests, but there was something about the mysterious girl he met in australia that he couldn’t shake from his mind. maybe a part of him was even happy that they were able to meet again. he was only joking when he said it was fate, but perhaps there was truth to the sentiment.

      he saw the look in her eyes — the same one she gave him right before he reluctantly agreed to something that would surely put them in hot water if they were ever caught.      “ sure, i could use some fun. ”      he doesn’t need to say it though, they both knew he’d agree, the only difference now being that there wasn’t a hint of hesitance in his tone.      “ what game did you have in mind, miss venice ? ”

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beckyxbaker‌:

Becky smiles as he tells her how the dress looks amazing on her. Though she was aware that she could pull off dresses like this. Least he knew she’d rather have something more simple than fancy. “Thank you.” Becky said. She nods letting him grab what he needed too. Soon, she takes his arm and walks to the car with him. “Yeah, I think it’ll be fun.” 

        “ i’m a little surprised you even agreed. not that i’m complaining, but i just didn’t really think clubbing was your thing, i guess there’s a lot to you that i don’t know. ”      being the gentleman he was, declan was quick to open the passenger door for her once they reached his car, then went around to the driver’s side.      “ put on anything you want, ”      he insisted, handing her the aux cord before the engine is brought to life. silence lingered for a bit as he pulled out of the lot and onto the road, making his way towards the club. though, he soon spoke up a few moments later.      “ so, tell me what you’ve been up to — besides smashing headlights. ”

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ᴛᴇxᴛ ➪ ᴅᴇᴄʟᴀɴ

owen: i better be 😅

owen: why not? pretty good, myself. no complaints.

declan: eh, just relationship drama. you know how that can be. other than that i've been okay though. got into yale so i'll be out of here in a few months.

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milligcn‌:

      ‘  hey  ,   i never said i  didn’t  want  your help  .   it’s just the rumor mill  .  ’     eyes rake over declan as if he’s trying to decide how useful he could really be  .   the answer  ,   of course  ,   is extremely  .     ‘  did you have anything in mind  ,   then  ?   or are we scheming from scratch  ?  ’

        “ you and i both know that most rumors aren’t actually true. i’m sure you’ve been a victim of a few nasty ones yourself. ”      no matter how low you tried to lay at degrassi, you were bound to get caught in some type of scandal at least once or twice in your four years of attendance.      “ sort of . . . i want to throw a campaign party for your queen bee and jake. i’m also willing to lay down money for t-shirts and posters, too — and before you ask what i’m getting out of this, it’s simply the satisfaction of seeing my good friend and his date receiving the recognition they deserve. ”      of course, his other reason for doing so may or may not have been a bit more spiteful than he was letting on, and tristan would most likely realize that his explanation was not the entire truth, but he hoped the boy would simply accept his unexpected kindness rather than question it.

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        he’d blame it on the alcohol in the morning, but jacinta was the first person that came to mind as he hovered through his contacts in search of someone to text. the real reason being that he considered the girl his best friend, and one of the few people who genuinely wouldn’t judge him for drinking alone on a monday night. once he heard the doorbell ring, he was quick to wave away any excess smoke in the room before heading to the front of his loft. getting cross faded when he had school the next day was unbecoming of someone who had a natural refinement, which is why even in his inebriated state, declan knew he couldn’t call just anyone to come over. he opened the door, quickly rushing the smaller figure inside.      “ welcome, welcome. so glad you could make it. do you wanna drink ?  or a blunt ?  i’ve got everything you could possibly want here, ”      he slurred, arm slung around her shoulders in a messy fashion as he led her to the couch.

@jacintamorley

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goodnightjcob‌:

“No, just like..I figure you’ve never swung a little hammer, much less something 20 pounds bigger that does way more damage. But hey, as long as you don’t swing too hard. I don’t wanna get sued here.” He was joking of course, but he knew that any tool could be dangerous in inexperienced hands. A sledgehammer could be so bad, but he’d seen accidents before that could have easily been avoided. So he hoped that he didn’t swing too hard is all. “We can either talk about me taking Katie to prom, but that’s not a good sledging topic.” He pointed out by swinging weakly at the shed, barely making a scratch. “See? Now spill what’s making you pissed so we can make a real dent in this thing.”

        “ hey, how do you know i’ve never swung a hammer ?  do i not come off as a man’s man to you ? ”      he teased, knowing very well that was definitely not how he came off, unlike jake, who seemed to be handy with just about everything. the two came from completely different worlds, but somehow managed to get along in perfect harmony. jake was just an easy person to talk to, and declan had any guy friends up until recently. most of all, it was just nice talking to someone who he knew for a fact didn’t have a hidden agenda upon approaching him — he was just all around genuine.      “ katie matlin, huh ?  i gotta say your taste isn’t so bad. she’s definitely got guts for breaking off from the plastics and forming her own group. you gonna do the whole big promposal thing ? ”      truthfully, he had been planning one of his own up until very recently, but with no one to go with anymore, he supposed he wouldn’t have to waste his time on one anymore.      “ to be fair, i’m not really sure what would actually be a good sledging topic . . . but fine. ”      he paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he swung the sledgehammer, putting a direct blow onto its side.      “ well, i kinda got cheated on. not much else to say about that — doesn’t feel good, that’s for sure. ”

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toriscnta‌:

@declancoynes

it takes a full week for her to venture out in public again. she sits alone on a blanket in the park for hours, feeds the ducks, reads to herself and staves off the desire to join the children on the swingsets, rambunctious and alive with the air of ‘almost summer’. and when it gets too dark to make out the finely printed words of her trashy romance novel she wanders into the bar across the street. 

it’s stupid, maybe, and a little predictable to order two doubles, and nothing to eat in attempts to clear her head but she does it anyway. and is now nursing a glass of ice water along with her belvedere martinis which by her logic will allow her to get drunk, but not too drunk. 

she swivels back and forth, all messy curls spilling down her back and tanned legs dangling from her barstool. so caught up in her own little world she almost doesn’t notice the person that slides into the empty seat next to her. almost. 

it’s the expensive and vaguely familiar cologne (clive christian perhaps?) that makes her head turn.

“twitter fingers–” despite the affronted tone an almost smile plays on her lips.  “all that tweeting must have you parched”

        it was pathetic, really, how declan chose to spend the last few days after his breakup. it surely must’ve been years of bad karma catching up to him, punishment for all the girls he had toyed with in the past. he’d get over it eventually though. declan coyne never stayed down for too long though — or at least he could pretend not to be. after his breakup with holly j, he was an emotional wreck for months, and he refused to put himself through the same pain a second time. it’s what he deserved, after all. he wouldn’t necessarily deem himself as hopeless in the relationship department at only eighteen years old, but his track record with girls had not been great.

      for the second night in a row, declan had found himself drinking alone at the bar, talking about nothing with a pretty blonde who was bold enough to approach him and strike up a conversation. hardly paying attention though, he sipped away at his double shot of jack and coke while nodding away at whatever she had to say until someone else had caught his eye on the other side of the bar.      “ uh, yeah, hold that thought, i’ll be right back. ”     before waiting for a response, he rose from his seat and took the liberty of occupying himself in the one next to the familiar face.

      “ i don’t think i’m very fond of that nickname, ”      a smile of his own appeared on pale pink lips before downing the last of the contents in his glass.      “ what’s got you drinking alone on a week day ?  you’d think the life of a world-renowned supermodel would be too demanding to take a break like this. ”

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beckyxbaker‌:

@declancoynes​

Her and Declan hadn’t ever really hung out, but things were changing. Lately everything had just been about Vince and she had come to terms with that. Becky hadn’t been spending much time with her friends and making a new friend out of this whole mess wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. Once she made it to where Declan lived she rang the doorbell and waited for him. 

        once he heard the doorbell ran, declan made his way to the living room and answered with a grin.      “ wow, hey — the dress looks amazing on you. ”      just as he suspected it would. there was no denying that becky baker was a natural beauty all on her own, but seeing her dressed up brought her to a new level.      “ let me just grab my keys and we can head out. ”      he held up a finger towards her before heading back inside to collect his keys and wallet, then emerged once more. after looking the door behind him, he held out his arm for her to take and led the girl to his car.      “ so, you excited ?  i already have a table reserved for us, bottle service and everything. you’ll love it. ”