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if you loved him as much as you said you did, then why did you let him die? -D

A cold sweat took over Ethan’s body as he read the message on his phone, receiving it shortly after waking up in the morning. He had stared at it for what seemed like hours before he finally blocked the number, erasing the message history, but the words seemed to be emblazoned on his eyelids. Why did you let him die? Was a question Ethan had asked himself numerous times after Dante died, and each time he excused it with a different reason. Dante pushed him away, it was Dante that was caught drunk driving. But there was always the nagging thought at the back of his head that took months of therapy just to bury. A thousand what-ifs buried under a therapists advice, emerging as he read the message again in his mind - and it was terrifying having his worst fears solidified by a strangers words. Almost as terrifying as the five letter word D used. Ethan turned off his phone and attempted to go back to sleep.

#D #and i oop-#death tw #Anonymous #xkit ruining the formatting on this i WILL kill someone

kxxngs‌:

“Probably bad that I would have done it, huh?” Kings paused, picturing him, some vodka, and questionable toes. “Yea, probably not good. Whatever.” Taking his coffee cup into his hands, he noticed the warmth was gone. And as Kings took a sip, he couldn’t help but think how much better it’d be with some Bailey’s. “Or if you’re not tied up bitching out on dares. Tell me you at least shot back with some good ones for everyone else.”

"That would be seen as a normal thing for you to do though. In fact if someone asked you to take a shot from his bell button at any given point, I have no doubts you’d do it,” Ethan pointed out, taking a sip of his coffee which he was now noticing a burnt taste, pushing the mug away from himself. “I didn’t bitch out I just had to take shots. Mine were kind of crappy people kept finding loopholes.”

lysvnder‌:

“I don’t think the police can help you with that, Ethan Colby. The only solution to feeling threatened by me is bowing down, accepting your defeat and acknowledging me as your new king,” Lysander pointed out, narrowing his gaze at the other boy. “God, it’s really no wonder Dante liberated himself from your beige aesthetic as quickly as possible.”

“Do you like, hear yourself? When you talk? Do you comprehend the delusion?” He asked sarcastically, furrowed brow meeting his gaze. “I think you have your story wrong there, Edgar Allen Poe reject. No need to get touchy because I’m not going to retweet your posts with too many semi-colons.”

#//that semi colon dig is a self drag tbh

tristaaans‌:

He liked to spend some time reading in advance before school started. It was how he survived balancing school work with his other responsibilities, as well as the copious amounts of drama Houghton always seemed to be bringing its students. A noise catches Tristan’s attention though, and he turns to Ethan, a small chuckle falling from his lips. “Aw, no. Did the teacher get lazy? I’ve had one a couple of years ago that used searchable problems for take-home exams. Bad idea.”

“In their defence, the answers for this one are locked behind a pay wall. But they teach at a school that costs hundreds of thousands of dollars, so yes I will pay thirty bucks to ace this test,” he joked, laughing lightly at his response. “Yeah that is a big mistake. I bet the teacher looked very good that year though. What are you studying anyway?”

gillyscott‌:

As Ethan’s voice rang out in the otherwise quiet library, Gillian’s eyes darted around the space, looking for the librarian. She’d been yelled at two hours ago for tapping her pencils too loud, and she did not want to be yelled at again. “Math may suck, but it’s important for real life,” Gillian whispered to Ethan. “Like, for tipping and stuff.”

He glanced up towards the whispered voice, looking at the scared looking girl. He remembered a while ago when the terrifying banshee of a librarian came and told her off, quickly jogging his brain into library mode as his voice turned from loud to barely audible unless you were listening for it. “I can do percentages and stuff. But when am I ever going to have to use trigonometry in real life?”

sophiamp3‌:

“People at this school always find a way to ruin a good thing,” Sophia said. She knew that if she tried, she could come up with some witty insult on how Ethan was currently ruining her night, but she didn’t have the energy to. Instead, she just rolled her eyes at Ethan’s comments about the Windsors. “Please. You’re the last person I would ever call interesting.”

“Tell me about it,” he told her, glancing at her up and down dramatically before a small grin settled on his face, showing that he was joking. “I’m not saying I’m super interesting. Just a thousand times more than your little Satan squad.”

brccks‌:

“Um, it could be handy for the times when your wifi doesn’t connect, maybe?” Brooks guessed, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know, dude. I haven’t been studying at all. It’s way too hot for that, if you ask me. I’m just here to bring back some books that my mom borrowed.”

“Oh shit true. I have a killer data plan though,” he thought out loud in response. “If I don’t study then I’m going to be like half a year behind at this rate. I just don’t get this stuff. What books did she borrow?” Ethan asked, eager for any distraction at this point. Plus he was far more interested in the topic of books than he was on the topic of algebra.

bdenie‌:

apparently peace and quiet was too much for nie to ask for. she went to the library to escape everyone talking, specifically about dante, but hearing someone slam something down was enough to set her off. ❝ can you shut the hell up? you’re in the library for fucks sake, ❞ she didn’t know who the student was, all she knew it was a familiar voice. once she saw ethan, she immediately sighed, ❝ of course it’s you. ❞ she peeked over at his work, ❝ really? math? just follow the equations, it’s not that hard. ❞

“You telling me off is even louder than I was being, idiot,” he scoffed, looking down towards his phone again, eyes looking at the screen as she spoke more. Petulantly, he inched his hand over the page, blocking his work from her as he scowled. “That’s easier in theory than in practice. It’s like me telling you to just act human.”

indelicvte‌:

❝ jeez, ethan, if you had that much of a problem with it you should’ve just told me, ❞ she bantered before taking a shot of her own. ❝ well, i’d marry cody, obviously, since i love him, ❞ she laughed. ❝ wait, i dont want to kill anyone. i guess i’ll just take a shot, ❞ she quickly downed another one, gradually feeling the effects and considering herself to be in a good spot. ❝ your turn. ❞

“I’m sure i’ll forget my issue with you cheating pretty soon,” he laughed, staring at the piling shot glasses. “You don’t want to kill anyone? You’re practically a Houghton Saint,” Ethan teased playfully, alcohol definitely seeping into his system now. Assuming she mean he had to answer the same question, a look of concentration passed his face. “Fuck Sophia, marry you and kill... Either Araminta or Lysander. Depends who I spoke to most recently.” He told her, triumphant grin spread across his face as he finally won a round.

ncelss‌:

noel laughed, “ hey, you still need to learn it, resources or not. “ he looked over the work, “ oh, you have to know the trig identities for these. honestly, you’ll just have to memorize them. it sucks, but it’s the class. “

“Memorizing things is not my forte whatsoever. Why do I even have to do this if I don’t want to do math?” He complained again, staring at the page regardless. “If i end up having to take more classes when the year starts I’m gonna scream.”