Creepy crawlies

26. She/Her/Hers. warning: this blog will have mature themes and triggering content.

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Rite of Passage || Billie & Juniper

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“Nah, I have faith in you,” Billie promised, figuring that between the two of them they’d find the coffee house or end up somewhere just as good. Just having someone to talk to who wasn’t her brother was a big deal, especially as easily as the two were taking to each other. “You have a brother here, too?” the girl asked, now curious if their two brothers knew each other and got along. That was something she’d have to ask Dave later when she dropped by to check out the frat house. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad you’re here. This place feels a little less overwhelming with someone else around.” When she mentioned the football games, she nodded. “He is, actually. His name is David Karofsky. What’s your brother’s name?” she asked, although she nearly immediately let out a gasp when she looked ahead. “We found it!” she exclaimed, pointing to the small coffee house in front of them. “You’re my good luck charm.”

Juniper gleamed a bit at the simple confidence boost that Billie was providing her. It was simple, innocent, and she appreciated it more than she thought that she would. Especially from a young woman whom she’d met only a half-hour before. “Yeah! He’s a Junior and Quarterback on the team. I’ve come to games since I was in High School for him.” She clarified while they continued walking, her fingers twiddling with the ends of her yellow long sleeves.

“I’m glad you’re here too. It’s nice to not be so...lost and have someone else in the same boat.” Juniper confirmed while glancing at Billie. She was beautiful, her artwork littered her body and her dirty blonde hair fell over her shoulder in waves and Billie did something that Juniper could not do. She carried herself confidently. Juniper could only envy someone who was so in sync with themself the way that Billie appeared to be. “His name is Finn-” She’d managed to spit out before her eyes turned away from Billie to look at what was in front of them.

“The Coffee shop!” Juniper exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face at the shop that had a large tea cup with coffee spilling out on the sign. “I can’t believe we found it!” She let out a chuckle, covering her mouth with her hand before she felt a blush rise to her cheeks at Billie’s words. “More like you’re mine.” She corrected with a laugh. “I could go for a mocha frappe right about now.” Her pace towards the coffee shop quickened just slightly at the idea of a nice drink in her hands and a moment to sit down, maybe look at her book in her back pocket, or if she was lucky the pretty blonde next to her would be willing to have continue talking with her.

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I Spoke to the Devil

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Every time she moaned his name, Declan felt his arousal building and his body lighting up with sparks. It was like he was in a dream where everything he could have ever wanted was happening at full speed. All he could focus on was filling her up with his fingers and keeping his mouth latched to her clit, his tongue darting against the sensitive nub over and over again. His free hand roamed along her thighs, taking in the feel of her skin under his calloused fingertips.

At her admission that he was going to make her cum, he redoubled his efforts, fucking into her harder. His other hand reached to tweak her nipple as he sucked on her clit and waited for the explosion of her against his face. Declan was hardly sex averse, but it had never been like this. The taste of her as she cried out over and over again had him rock hard and he couldn’t help bucking his hips as he made her scream in his bed.

“Fuck,” Declan managed to spit out after her orgasm ripped through her, his head wrapped between her thighs as he pulled out his fingers and let himself be pulled onto the bed. He nodded at her words and let her press him up against the sheets, staring up into her eyes. “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he said, unable to stop himself from the obvious. There were a thousand things he wanted to say beyond that, but he stopped himself. It wouldn’t be fair.

As Declan’s clothes were tossed out of the way, he lay naked on the bed, his erection jutting into the air and his mouth making a crooked grin. He pushed away the need to touch himself and stared up at Savannah as she spoke. When he’d taken in the words, it was all he could do not to immediately scream out how much he wanted her. How he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her right now and how he was sure he would never want anyone else this much again after it was over.

He bit his lip as her hand wrapped around his cock and she slowly slipped it inside of her, the warmness making him groan into the darkness. “Sav, I want you,” he started, trying to think of the right words to say as her body moved against his. He was aching to roll them over and fuck her hard into the mattress, but the temptation was just as sweet, and damn did she look good on top of him.

“I want you,” he said one more time, reaching up to tug on her hair. “I want this,” he said, hands reaching to run over her breasts as she rocked against him. “And I want this,” he continued, fingers sliding down her stomach and to her clit, still covered in his saliva and her own juices. “There’s no possible way you could want me as much as I want you,” he admitted.

With that out of the way, Declan shifted their position and rolled Savannah to the bed. “I want to fuck you so hard that you remember this night for the rest of your life. So you think about me when you’re alone and can’t help but want me again. Maybe that’s greedy, but that’s how much I want you, too.” Declan’s words ended and he pushed inside of her hard, trying to fill her up and keep every second of this in his memory.

He kept up a rhythm but let his hands roam her body, wanting to remember every inch of her for later. This might not be something they could repeat but it could be something he held onto. “I’m going to make you scream my name,” he continued, slamming into her hard while his cock pulsed in anticipation of the orgasm to come. “I’ve always wanted to,” he admitted and then he went quiet, leaning in to kiss her just as hard as he was plowing into her. He never wanted it to end.

You’re beautiful.

Savannah never thought that she’d ever think that the person saying those words was far more beautiful than anyone she’d ever seen before but he was. She had thought he was beautiful long before this though. There were moments in life that she had. When they’d gone to the creek as children and he’d fallen into the water and came out laughing and soaked. When he’d hugged her through the night as a storm raged on outside. When they’d shared their first kiss.

But he was never more beautiful to her than he was in this moment, underneath her, gripping tightly to her while she was grinding herself down over his cock, moaning at the sensation. Savannah felt a shiver run down her spine at his voice, at the words he spoke, and at the feeling of his hands on her body. She started to move her hips faster while her fingers tangled on the bed sheets before they rolled.

Her legs moved to wrap around his hips, crying out as he thrust into her wet cunt and whispered truths were suddenly revealed. “Fuck, fuck, Delcan!-” Savannah cried out his name, her head falling back as her nails left half-moon shaped marks on his arms and shoulders from gripping onto him so tightly. She moaned into the kiss they shared, everything was hard, intense, and it was perfect. She hadn’t even known she could feel as intensely as she did but she wasn’t surprised that it ended up being Declan to make her tremble, scream, and beg.

 “You too, I want...” She had began to say though her words were coming out jumbled, her mind overwhelmed and not wanting to focus on anything other than the pleasure he was providing her. “I always-” Savannah tried to get her words to come out but they wouldn’t. She didn’t think it was worth trying anymore and instead moaned at the feeling of his cock roughly thrusting in and out of her wet entrance, “Declan,” she whimpered out his name as her nails dragged down his back and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder and managed to rock her hips in order to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck Delcan, you...-” Savannah didn’t finish, instead she let her legs unhook from his waist only to use them to roll them once more so she was over him again, her arms pressing down into the mattress on either side of his face, hair falling over her shoulder as her hips continued the rough pace he had started. “No one comes close to you, nothing comes close to this..” She stuttered out, wanting him to know just how crazy he was driving her. “No one ever will,” She revealed as she moved to sit up over him, her head falling back once again as she moaned and cried out Declan’s name up to the ceiling.

“I want you to wish it was me every time you’re with someone else.”

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Flashback Blues || Luca & Valor

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Luca tried to push away the uneasy feeling that felt like it had settled in his bones. With an upbringing that focused on showing no emotion, that was hard when it felt like a dozen of them were hitting him like a truck. Confusion because he’d never thought he’d been in this situation. Fear because fuck knew having Valor around was going to make it hard for him to keep up his normal façade. Desire because – well, it was the first boy he’d ever kissed. The last one too if he was being honest about things.

There were other feelings in between those but he didn’t have time to categorize them all because blue eyes were on his and it was like the whole world fell away. He felt like he was ten years old again and it was surprisingly welcome. It was also extremely fucking dangerous. He hadn’t managed to say anything back to Valor, he was just staring at him as if he’d seen a ghost and maybe he had. The ghost of a life that he thought he could have had once when he was young and innocent.

“Valor,” he finally said back, the name feeling comfortable on his tongue. Luca chewed on his cheek as he considered what to say – what to do – how to handle this. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, but he also knew that kissing some kid he’d known for a week as a child was a bit ridiculous. They were both different people now. They’d never spoken again, and Luca had assumed it would continue that way. “I do go to this school,” he admitted since it was at least something to say.

“I guess you go here too now,” he blurted out, a statement that was so stupid he nearly blushed. He had to get himself together, but he wasn’t sure how. “Is – uhm – is today your first day here?” he asked, trying to be nonchalant. He knew his friends were waiting and would begin to wonder where he was but he didn’t want this moment to pass so quickly.

And then without thinking about it, Luca’s mouth opened again and the words that came out were nearly unconscious. “It’s good to see you again,” he admitted, cursing himself for admitting it even as he continued to ramble, something that wasn’t characteristic for him. “I – well – “ he tried to start again, looking back into those blue eyes and feeling that same spark, “I’ve always wondered where you ended up. What you were doing.” He pulled his gaze away then to stare intently as his boots.

Even though it had been years they still knew each others names. That was something Valor hadn’t expected but was full of relief when Luca had spoken his name back with as much certainty as Valor had spoken his. Relief because the first boy he’d ever kissed still remembered him, the first crush he’d ever had remembered him just as clearly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Valor couldn’t think of anything smart to say really, he was too blown away to take a moment to think of something to impress Luca. He didn’t know if Luca was the same as when they were children, but something told him things were different. Things had changed.

“Second day actually!” Valor clarified, “I started yesterday but I just technically got my locker and everything set up today.” He didn’t know what else to say, he was just blown away that the one person he thought he would never see again was right before him and so different from the last time they’d met. Luca had grown tall, was lanky, his blonde hair shorn close to the skin but his eyes were still the same intense blue that Valor remembered them being. Still piercing right through him and leaving him feeling vulnerable and exposed.

He felt his heart start to quicken at Luca’s words though it was nothing romantic, just that it was good to see him but it was all it took to have his heart skipping beats and goosebumps running up the shorter man’s arms. “It’s great to see you,” He said honestly while biting on his lip. “I always did too...I wondered if I’d ever see you again and..here you are.” Valor chuckled while running his free hand through his dirty blonde hair.

“A-are you going to the cafeteria?” he asked, looking down the hallway toward the Quad entrance where the cafeteria was located across from. “Did you...if you were going there did you want to go together...or..were you going somewhere else?” He asked, though still getting into the swing of things and trying to act as normal as possible but it was hard when Luca’s eyes were on him and it had a million emotions running through him all at once. “I mean I don’t want to bother you or anything...I’m sure your friends are waiting...” 

Valor figured if Luca said he wasn’t going to the cafeteria he’d end up going to the Library or to the second floor of the science building where he’d hole up in the same spot he had the day before and look over his books. Being brand new still meant no friends just yet. “Unless you want to hang out with an old friend?”

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Southside Trash || Dallin & Carl

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“Cool,” Carl said as the girl shared her name with him. He wasn’t sure what to think about her just yet, but anything that changed up his day and made it a little more exciting was fine by him. “East side, huh?” he said, taking a drag off of his smoke and taking in the girl’s features a bit more closely. “Like suburbia east side or gangs on the street corners waiting to jack you east side?” he asked, leaning back against the building to get more comfortable.

“Mr. Myers is a fucking joke,” Carl responded, it was hardly uncommon knowledge that he had a thing for the young girls in this class. “You want me to take care of his bullshit for you?” he asked, shooting her another patented Gallagher grin. He had no idea what the plan would be if her answer was yes, but the asshole had it coming one way or another anyway. He might as well be the one to stop the bullshit that had been going on for years.

Carl blew smoke out of his nose as he considered the question. “Kinda depends on what you think of as fun,” he admitted, “But pretty much anywhere is better than this shithole.” He looked her over again and decided he liked her, at least for now. Maybe running around with someone who wasn’t part of his old life would make him feel something again.

“I tell you what,” he said, taking another drag off his smoke and looking over at the entrance to the school to be sure they weren’t both about to be caught out of class. “I can show you around the neighborhood if you’re down to play a little hooky. Show you the places that are worth hanging out and where you should stay the fuck away from. What do you say?”

He took the smoke, already half down to the butt, and smashed it into the brick exterior of the building and let it fall to the ground. “You got a car or are you cool hopping the subway stile?” he asked, smiling again. “I’m broke but doesn’t mean we can’t find something fun to do.” Already he could feel a piece of himself getting excited about the adventure, even if he had no idea where the day was going to take him.

“More like the latter.” Dallin replied to his question of if she had lived in the suburbs or the ghetto. “Why do you think I’m so well adjusted to South Side?” She teased while blowing smoke into the air, a smile on her lips. She heard of the Gallaghers, everyone had in some way. They were notorious in SouthSide, and it had her intrigued to know if they were as wild and impulsive as the rumors and whispers said. “I appreciate the offer,” Dallin chuckled as she finished off her cigarette and dropped it to the floor to stomp it out. “But I’ve got some ideas brewing for him anyway. But I might take you up on it if nothing pans out.”

She could agree with what he said and she’d only been in SouthSide for a total of two weeks. It was a shithole, it was just as bad as EastSide, and she wanted out of it just as bad as she wanted out of EastSide. She wanted better than the life her mother had been telling her she would end up having. She wanted to prove she was worth more. 

“I’m always down to play hooky,” Dallin confirmed with a flash of a mischievous smile. “I gave up on Honor Roll years ago. Let’s go.” She grabbed her backpack, slinging it over one shoulder as she pushed off the brick building. “Let’s slum the subway.” Dallin chuckled. She knew how it was to always run around with no money, but ever since she started in on the OfferUp with the clothes she’d gotten from rich people she wasn’t always walking around penniless and it was reassuring.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered.” She winked at him as she walked toward the back gated half of the school where there was a broken piece in the chainlink fence. She tossed her bag over the fence and soon after scaled up it, jumping when she reached the top to the concrete below and landed gracefully on her feet, once again picking up her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder before looking up at Carl. “You usually sneaking out of school with the new girls in town or am I a special excuse?” She teased as she started to back up toward the subway station.

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Reflection of Desire || Wren & Colee

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Wren blushed at the comment and turned away, so it wasn’t obvious. Maybe she was laying it on a little thick, but Colee had always deserved more than Harlowe was ever going to give her. A little flattery might make her feel a little better for the night and Wren was more than happy to offer that. She knew what it was like to be discarded by someone she cared about and could have used a few kind words when it was happening. “I suppose you have a point there,” she replied as she filled up glasses of beer, “The freaks have more fun anyway.” 

She brushed back a strand of hair from her face as she spoke, “You’re right. I can take care of myself. But I suppose I won’t complain about a pretty girl willing to break someone’s nose for me,” she said, a tease of a smile on her lips. She grabbed Colee’s glass and placed it in the sink full of suds before hoisting the tray of beers and making her way out from behind the bar. “I’ll be right back,” she said, noting the words that came out of Colee’s mouth as she walked away. 

Wren stepped over to a rowdy table and dropped off the drinks, avoiding stray hands trying to reach for her in their drunken stupor. As she walked back to the bar, she responded to the last thing Colee had said to her. “You know, even if that girl dyed her hair violet, I’m pretty sure she’d still be a heartbreaker.” She filled a glass and pushed it toward the other woman with a sad smile. “I’m not sure she knows how to be anything else.” 

The bartender shrugged as if that was up to interpretation, but Wren had seen enough of Harlowe’s antics to feel pretty confident in her assessment. The girl took everything as a game, and she had a line of broken hearts behind her. She was pretty enough and impulsive enough to do it time and time again. There was always someone new to tear apart and Harlowe was sure to find them. 

Wren watched Colee as the woman drank, taking in her features and the clear despair that was etched across them. It pissed her off. Whether that was because Colee was such a nice girl or because Wren had been crushing on her for months, it didn’t matter. She wanted to make her smile, but she wasn’t sure how to do that or if it was even possible. 

“Finish your drink,” Wren said, realizing that Justin was about to come in and take over bar duties. “We’re going to get you out of here and find something fun to do. Sitting at the bar moping over that bitch is just going to make you feel worse. It’s not happening on my watch,” she finished, leaving Colee without a decision to make on her own.

Colee couldn’t help the chuckle that left her and nodded. “Only for you,” She confirmed with a small smile because it was true. Only for Wren would she get into a bar fight with some drunk and only for Wren would she risk the onslaught of panic attacks due to the violence. Wren deserved better than she was given and Colee wanted her to know she appreciated her. Even liked her a little bit. But it was too soon for that after her heartbreak with Harlowe.

She waited at the bar, mumbling when Wren had come back in agreement. “You’re right. Violet, red, blue, black. She’d never change.” Colee muttered unhappily as she sighed, tapping the ash off the end of her cigarette before taking another inhale. “But it’s my mistake for not realizing and moving on when I should have and instead hoped I could change her...or at least hope she’d change for me.” She took a sip of her new drink as she thought of her own words.

Harlowe was a neverending trainwreck and there was no hope in trying to tame her. In hoping she’d love someone enough to change for them. Harlowe was going to do what she wanted and what she wanted was to be free, and that’s what she chose over Colee. She wanted to scoff at that but how could she be angry at Harlowe for just wanting to be herself. Colee took a swing of her drink and licked her lips at the sweetness that lingered there.

“Wren-” She had started to protest but she found herself stopping and considering it. She could use something other than moping at the bar and hoping she’d drink herself into forgetting the heartache she was feeling. Maybe hanging out with Wren, a cute bartender who was always kind and easy on the eyes would help Colee at least take a few steps toward feeling normal. “...Alright. Alright, that sounds cool.” She agreed, even though she had no choice in the matter and started to chug down her drink.

“Damn, what did you put in this? It’s good.” She chuckled when she finished her drink and put it down on the counter, placing her cigarette in her mouth as she stuffed her hand into her tight black jeans to pull out a 20 dollar tip and reached over to stuff it into Wren’s pocket. “You’re sweet and don’t fight me on taking it alright? You earn every damn cent babe.” Colee stood from the bar for a moment and stretched, feeling a light buzz already starting from the two drinks she managed to chug down within a short amount of time. “Let me know when you’re free to go. I’ve got all night.”

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Run Girl, Run || Sam & Tucker

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“Not gonna get much better than a ragtag group anymore, I fear,” Tucker admitted. Hell, he was still surprised a group like this even existed. Most of the groups he’d heard about had fallen apart due to stupid drama and in-group fighting. He hoped that this would be the exception, but he was always ready to cut loose and bail if things started to go the wrong way. It was a point of survival in the world they lived in, nothing personal.

He rolled his eyes at her comment and they started to run, the younger girl keeping up at a pretty good clip. She had a mouth on her but that wasn’t anything that bothered him. He had a mouth on himself too when the occasion arose. “Is that why I feel pain radiating down from my shoulder?” he asked, doing his best to look like he was afraid before he began to laugh. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do if creepers were near but fuck it. They could handle it if something went wrong.

The two quieted down again after she admitted he wasn’t completely old and useless, and they stepped into the hallway. He tried to home in on anything amiss in the area but heard nothing that would make him worried. However, there was just a feeling in the air that told him trouble was waiting on them and that did make him swallow hard.

Not wanting to make any unnecessary noise, he pointed down the hall in one direction and shook his head. He nodded in the other direction and went that way, quietly peeking into doorways and hoping it was just his brain acting up. He knew the pharmacy was the other way, but he wanted to work up to it, in case shit was going to hit the fan. Besides, maybe they’d find something important in a room that was unexpected.

He stepped into one of the empty rooms and looked around, whispering to her when she joined him. “Bad feeling about the pharmacy,” he admitted, rummaging through some of the things in the room while being as quiet as he could be. “Sure you’re up for this? Could be nothing but usually - it’s something.”

He had a point. There wouldn’t be another ragtag group that lasted as long as this group had lasted. Everything fell apart eventually and she knew it was a possibility with the caravan though she hoped that it wouldn’t come any time soon. She wanted the protection, she wanted to feel part of a group no matter how dissociated from them she made herself. Sam couldn’t help the chuckle that left her at his joke, shaking her head before they had quieted down to check out the fourth floor of the hospital.

She followed after him when he went down the second hallway and was as quiet as a mouse, stepping over debris and ducking away from broken and leftover medical supplies. She would peek into rooms as they passed while gripping tight to the sword strapped to her side until they ducked into one of the empty rooms and he began to rummage it while she kept a lookout. “I told you hospitals are usually full of creepers.” Sam glanced back at the older man, “If I wasn’t up for it I wouldn’t have suggested it. We need the medicine this place is loaded with.” She glanced out the doorway again, going quiet to hear any noises of the dead wandering the halls. “We are lucky we’ve only managed to find bodies so far, but you’re right. Something bad is probably waiting for us at the Pharmacy.”

She wasn’t stupid, she knew something was up with the lack of creepers haunting the halls. But what else could they do? so many other places had already been ransacked and all the supplies gone. There was medicine in the Pharmacy, that she knew for sure, and it was medicine everyone needed, including herself. “If you aren’t sure then go back. But I’m going.” She clarified, stepping out of the room and quietly entering another room where she slipped her pack off her shoulders and opened it as she began to rummage through a cabinet and pack some leftover bandages, syringes, and needles.

Once she finished that she walked to where Tucker was as looked up at him, “C’mon, both of us have made it this far. I think we can make it. Or at least me, I mean....you’ve lived your life. I still have so much to live for.” She teased while a shit-eating grin spread across her face.

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I Spoke to the Devil

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Any semblance of control that Declan felt like he had was out the window when his body collided with Savannah’s. This was unexpected, and he was sure he should be making it stop – but the reality was that he felt utterly unable to do that. What he could do was look up at her with eyes hooded with lust and realize he was probably the luckiest man on earth. Maybe this was a one-time thing that would make everything complicated and weird tomorrow, but her skin felt like silk and the only thing rushing through his head was that he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

Her fingers on his own as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans sent sparks through his body, and something else hit him at that moment. He’d had sex with numerous girls and a few boys since Savannah had run off with his heart as a teenager, but none of them had made him feel like this. None of them made his skin feel on fire and none of them had made his heart beat so hard that he was sure it was going to come out of his chest. Only her. Always her.

Declan sucked in a deep breath as the girl of his dreams left kisses down his hip bone and started to stroke his leaking erection. “Fuck, Savannah,” he said, a drawl taking over the end of her name when she looked up at him and then took him into her warm, wet mouth. “You feel so good,” he said, unable to think of anything more eloquent to voice. His mind fell away as he reveled in the sensations pulsing through his body and how long he’d been waiting for this exact moment to be a reality.

As his cock was taken fully into her mouth, he closed his eyes and groaned a low noise that seemed to fill the room. The combination of her hands on him and her mouth making him slick was making him come close to explosion and it had only been a few moments. It would have been easy to give in to all those feelings and fill her mouth with his seed, but he held back for two reasons. The first was that he didn’t want the feelings to stop and the second was that he wanted more. Everything. All of her.

When she spoke her need for him, Declan was more than happy to oblige. He questioned reaching into the nightstand for a condom, but first, he wanted to make her feel as good as she had just made him. He wanted to hear her voice get husky and moan out his name. He pulled her up to the bed and pushed her onto her back, grinning down at her. He couldn’t resist leaning in for a short kiss before he began to explore the rest of her body with his mouth. Neck. Shoulder. Breasts. Stomach. Down down down, clothes being removed things progressed.

“I’ll give you what you want,” he admitted as he nuzzled down between her thighs, “But first I want to make you scream.” He winked at her as he found her center and breathed in the scent of her sex. He ran one of his hands to her hip and started to pull at her panties, ripping them down and letting his hands grip her as if to show her how much he needed her to.

Declan’s mouth found her slit, and he ran his tongue down it in a teasing way. One of his fingers found its way to her hole and he rubbed against it before entering. As he started to slowly fuck her, his mouth lapped up her juices until she was moaning above him. Then he jumped in with both feet, his lips wrapping around her clit and sending her to ecstasy. And in that moment he knew he was right. He was the luckiest man there had ever been.

She had just managed to stroke his cock a few more times before he was pulling her up and laying her down on the bed. Savannah went, eager for what was in store, so eager that she was already begging and it felt like they had just started. She couldn’t seem to wait, to take her time, she was desperate for Declan and she could see he was just as desperate for her. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed down her body while removing the rest of her clothing and she let herself relax against the warm sheets below her as her anticipation grew the lower he went along her body.

Goosebumps pricked at her body at his words, the promise of him fucking her and the anticipation of what was next to come had a shiver going down her spine and she wondered if any words had ever given her that type of reaction. She could feel a dampness between her thighs as he pulled off her panties, and the sparks that she felt every time his skin connected with her own only added to her arousal as he began to tease her.

She gripped tight to the sheets below her, crumpling them in her hands as her breathing quickened ever so slightly. “Oh fuck,” She moaned out as she felt his finger sink into her wet cunt. “Declan,” Savannah whimpered out his name as the feel of his fingers pushing into her slowly had her trembling. Declan had her moaning and whimpering within just a few moments when for others it took time. She had never been so wet, never been so desperate. She knew deep down that it was because it was him. No one else would ever be able to make her feel this intensely with just a few touches and kisses shared.

“Declan, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck-” She cried out as the overwhelming sensation of Declan’s mouth on her clit made her back arch and her body press into his mouth. She let out a breathless laugh at the intense pleasure that he was giving her. She felt bad that she hadn’t taken more time to give him the same amount of pleasure before she was begging for his cock when he was providing her with so much. She made a small note to make it up to him in the morning before her mind went blank again.

The slow pump of his fingers was driving her mad, and her voice was growing louder with each passing minute that his mouth was ravishing her cunt. “You’ll make me cum,” She managed to choke out, her hand reaching down to tangle into his dark locks. Her breathing quickened as she felt a hot coil in her stomach begin as she was unable to hold back her moaning as her whole body began to heat up. She couldn’t even warn him before she reached climax with a loud cry, her body trembling and hips rocking into his face as her juices covered his lips and fingers.

This man really took the quote ‘Eat it like you mean it’ to heart and Savannah appreciated it wholeheartedly. “Fuck,” She panted out as her body finally relaxed against the bed and she took a second to take a few deep breaths before she was pulling him up to her to press a kiss against his warm mouth, moaning into the kiss as she pulled him flush against her. “C’mere...” She mumbled and rolled so that he was pressed against the sheets once again and she was over him.

She made quick work to push the clothing that was hanging onto him off completely before she was straddling him, grinding her pussy down over Declan’s dick in teasing circles while leaning over him, deep green hues looking into his dark brown ones. “Tell me how much you want me,” Savannah spoke, one hand resting against his chest as leverage as she managed to angle her body so she slowly slid down his cock, enveloping him into her warm cunt as she moaned and slowly rocked her hips. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you..”

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Southside Trash || Dallin & Carl

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Being back in public school was enough to make Carl sick. He still couldn’t believe that he’d lost his scholarship for military school – or that he hadn’t managed to make enough dough to get back in on his own. Usually Carl took disappointment in stride, it was something he was used to due to his upbringing. This, though, it stung. He’d finally been good at something and it was ripped out of his hands like it meant nothing.

Skipping out on class was a necessity when he started getting pissed off, since he didn’t really want to end up suspended. Maybe this wasn’t where he was supposed to be, but he wasn’t going to end up back in a position where all he could do was deal drugs for thugs in Cabrini Greens. So he left his class, ignoring the teacher calling after him, and stepped out into the sunshine.

As soon as he did, he felt eyes on him and a voice that pulled him out of his head. “The one and only,” he said, stepping closer to the ginger-haired girl who had spoken to him. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” he asked, pulling a smoke out of his own pocket to join her. “New to town? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” He shot her a short grin and continued, “And I’d remember if I had.”

Flattery already, she’d heard the Gallagher siblings were all wild, impulsive, and very charming when they want to be. “My name is Dallin Novak,” She answered with a tilt of her head, long ginger hair falling over her shoulder as she did. “Just moved here from East Side actually.” She tapped the end of her cigarette while she spoke, also flashing a smile at the young man. 

Dallin took another inhale of her cigarette and blew the smoke out as she talked, “I’ve really been enjoying the school since moving,” Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she looked up at him, “Such upstanding teachers. Mr. Myers really has a thing for...standing close to the girls doesn’t he...” She muttered with a shake of her head.

Dallin shrugged her shoulders a bit before she placed her cigarette in her mouth again and took an inhale, “So what is there to do for fun around here? I haven’t exactly been able to explore the city.” She asked while tapping her boot against the bricked wall to a rhythm. “Or are East Side and South Side the same in the boring sense?”

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Luca was far from blind to the way others treated him. He had a reputation and it was something that he kept close to himself at all times. Being who he was had been cultivated over months at this school and it was also why he could have a conversation with this jock without anyone saying a word to his face. His friends might rib him or ask questions after detention was over, but ultimately, Luca Kharitonov was allowed to make his own way, and nobody was going to say shit about it.

“Stein is a prick, anyway,” Luca replied, although he’d barely made it to half a dozen of the teacher’s classes when he’d had them as an instructor. “I’m not surprised he decided to throw you in the dungeon with us. Old man wishes he was still living out his high school fantasy. You probably make him jealous.” The words were true but they were also pushed out in a way that would pump the other male up. “Were you nervous about coming?” he asked, taking another puff off of his cigarette.

“You get it?” he asked, daring the male to say more but not expecting much from it. Nobody knew the hell Luca has to deal with at home and while he was okay tossing out comments that made it clear things were far from okay, that was as close as the boy ever came to opening up. When Valor mentioned looking perfect, Luca took it as his chance to run his ice blue eyes up and down the other male’s body before responding. “Look pretty perfect from where I’m sitting,” he admitted, letting the other decide whether he was flirting or shooting the shit.

He had respect for the fact that the male didn’t come right out and make something up to seem like a badass. Maybe he wasn’t perfect under that exterior of shiny hair, bright eyes, and flawless skin. Luca wanted to know if that was the case but he also wasn’t about to beg for information that the other didn’t want to give to him. He’d just have to use other methods to find out what he wanted. Luca had always been good at that, it was one of the reasons he was who he was and people looked at him the way they looked at him.

“Private I can understand,” he mused, “I have a few of those skeletons rattling around, too.” He reached up to run his fingers through his nearly shorn hair before continuing, “Maybe not the ones that everyone thinks they know.” The male shrugged as he dropped his smoke to the ground, putting it out with his boot. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked, almost daring the other male. “Richardson won’t be back for a while. There’s something I want to show you.”

“Yeah, he is a prick. Also a fucking creep but…” Valor gave a shrug of his shoulders and chuckled. Yeah, Valor was sure he made Stein jealous. Stein was bitter, wanting to relive his glory days by coming back to work at the school he graduated and wasn’t prepared for the fact that he was no longer the cool jock. He was now an English teacher and that was his choice. Guess he didn’t want to give the jocks the free rides he was provided and instead graded the jocks even harder than the other students. “Doubt he’s jealous of me and more of the glorious life of a jock.” He managed to smooth it out. He wasn’t the type to let himself get wrapped up in himself and if he did it was for the amusement of others.

He couldn’t help shaking his head, “Nah. What’s there to be scared of?” Valor teased as he looked around at everyone, “Just some misunderstood kids no one gives a shit enough about to put time in to see the potential..” Valor wasn’t saying it to be mean. He wasn’t even saying it in a bad way. It was just something that he always saw. People who had potential but no one to give a shit enough to push them to live out their potential. A waste in his eyes if he was honest enough about it. “Some may have sharp things but what’s a little risk?” He teased with a crooked grin at the mention of Luca’s knife that he’d had.

“I get the reason.” Valor clarified without going further into the details. Everyone was different but from how Luca sounded he could imagine shit was rough. How rough? He didn’t know. But rough enough to prefer detention every day to avoid being home. Look pretty perfect from where I’m sitting. “You’re full of it.” He couldn’t help laughing. But those words had sent a shiver down his spine and he was left wondering if Luca did think so or if he simply was saying it to get a reaction out of him.

He watched the other run his fingers through his hair, the way he was so calm. His movements fluid. When one looked at Luca they saw someone drop-dead gorgeous. Everyone knew that. But when they got close enough to talk to Luca it caused everyone to run in other directions from what Valor could see. He figured he wouldn’t let the rebel run him off so easily. “You know that saying when you assume you make an ass out of you.” He joked as he reached over to his desk and started to tap his pencil a bit and looked at his long-forgotten English homework.

“Alright.” No hesitation. Valor stood up, dropping the pencil back onto the desk and walked over to the other. “Let’s go.” Why was he willing to risk getting in trouble and another day of detention for this tall, handsome delinquent he wasn’t sure. He just knew that he wanted to see whatever it was he wanted to show him. Whether that be robbing him at knifepoint or showing him some dead animals the other had mutilated.

Valor followed Luca out of the classroom and glanced around as the two walked before he looked up at the slightly taller young man. “I’m surprised you aren’t more wary of what your buddies will say about hanging out with a jock. Isn’t that like rebel rule number one? Don’t befriend the jocks?”

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Valor was appreciative that someone felt the need to defend him and unsurprisingly didn’t take the comment as offensive. He could tell he didn’t fit in with the group. Everyone else seemed to know each other, see each other on the regular. Then there was Valor, varsity jacket on his chair and homework on his desk. A jock that never got detention before was suddenly there among the misfits of the school. Least he could admit he wasn’t scared or uncomfortable. Just curious.

He shook and released Luca’s hand, sitting back in his chair as he did so and stretching his legs out underneath his desk and crossing them at the ankles. “My English teacher has it out for me.” was the simplest way for him to explain. Mr. Stein was always picking on Valor, even when he did the work and paid attention. He was always calling him out, trying to make a fool out of him. He’s a jock, one would think it was easy but maybe that’s what kept Mr. Stein interested. “Hates that he can’t seem to one-up me so when I snap back I get punished. This week it was detention.”

Valor didn’t mention anything about Luca’s comment on his home. He knew a lot of kids who felt the same way about their homes. Would rather be anywhere but. He just never heard it said as bluntly as that. “Sounds like it would suck, being stuck in a never-ending spiral but I get it.” He shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to Luca.

“Ah, so they’re all your little lackey’s are they?” He almost teased as he glanced around at a few of the faces there. When Luca turned all his attention to him, he couldn’t help doing the same, turning in his chair so it felt more of a one on one conversation rather than one that many were trying to eavesdrop on. “I’ve got vices, sure. I’m not as perfect as I may look.” Valor sarcastically ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks and gave an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes. “Though many would argue differently I think.” He joked.

“No my weakness..” He started looking up at Luca, into his eyes. The prettiest shade of blue that Valor had ever seen. His weakness was men with pretty eyes but he wasn’t about to admit that to the other. The other seemed like he might enjoy that revelation too much. “Is a little private. Can’t go around rattling those skeletons now, can we?” He winked.

Luca was far from blind to the way others treated him. He had a reputation and it was something that he kept close to himself at all times. Being who he was had been cultivated over months at this school and it was also why he could have a conversation with this jock without anyone saying a word to his face. His friends might rib him or ask questions after detention was over, but ultimately, Luca Kharitonov was allowed to make his own way, and nobody was going to say shit about it.

“Stein is a prick, anyway,” Luca replied, although he’d barely made it to half a dozen of the teacher’s classes when he’d had them as an instructor. “I’m not surprised he decided to throw you in the dungeon with us. Old man wishes he was still living out his high school fantasy. You probably make him jealous.” The words were true but they were also pushed out in a way that would pump the other male up. “Were you nervous about coming?” he asked, taking another puff off of his cigarette.

“You get it?” he asked, daring the male to say more but not expecting much from it. Nobody knew the hell Luca has to deal with at home and while he was okay tossing out comments that made it clear things were far from okay, that was as close as the boy ever came to opening up. When Valor mentioned looking perfect, Luca took it as his chance to run his ice blue eyes up and down the other male’s body before responding. “Look pretty perfect from where I’m sitting,” he admitted, letting the other decide whether he was flirting or shooting the shit.

He had respect for the fact that the male didn’t come right out and make something up to seem like a badass. Maybe he wasn’t perfect under that exterior of shiny hair, bright eyes, and flawless skin. Luca wanted to know if that was the case but he also wasn’t about to beg for information that the other didn’t want to give to him. He’d just have to use other methods to find out what he wanted. Luca had always been good at that, it was one of the reasons he was who he was and people looked at him the way they looked at him.

“Private I can understand,” he mused, “I have a few of those skeletons rattling around, too.” He reached up to run his fingers through his nearly shorn hair before continuing, “Maybe not the ones that everyone thinks they know.” The male shrugged as he dropped his smoke to the ground, putting it out with his boot. “Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked, almost daring the other male. “Richardson won’t be back for a while. There’s something I want to show you.”

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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“Sure,” Luca said with a nonchalant air about him as if the whole thing wasn’t a big deal. “You don’t need to deal with their shit. You’re not one of the rest of us,” he said, with a slight shrug. The comment wasn’t meant to be offensive, just honest. The group who was usually in detention had a core with others slipping in and out on occasion due to bad judgment.

“Nice to meet you, Valor,” he spoke, shaking the hand and then letting it go after a couple of pumps. “So, I do have to ask…what brings you here?” He took a puff off of his cigarette and blew it away from the other boy. “Not that you have to share, but I’m willing to admit I’m curious. You aren’t the detention type. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Just interesting is all.”

Luca listened to the comment and shrugged again, reaching up to brush a hand through his shorn locks. “No worse being here than being home,” he said, but he left it at that, not willing to share more about his personal life than that. “You kind of just get used to being here after a while. If you aren’t in deep shit, for one thing, it’s something else.”

“Besides, nobody will say shit about the smoke. Someone else will take the blame,” he said as if that was how things always went. “Do you have any vices, Valor? Skeletons in your closet? Maybe that’s why you’re in this room with the rest of us delinquents?” He sat back down and flipped his chair so the two were facing, ignoring the others watching them.

Valor was appreciative that someone felt the need to defend him and unsurprisingly didn't take the comment as offensive. He could tell he didn't fit in with the group. Everyone else seemed to know each other, see each other on the regular. Then there was Valor, varsity jacket on his chair and homework on his desk. A jock that never got detention before was suddenly there among the misfits of the school. Least he could admit he wasn't scared or uncomfortable. Just curious.

He shook and released Luca's hand, sitting back in his chair as he did so and stretching his legs out underneath his desk and crossing them at the ankles. "My English teacher has it out for me." was the simplest way for him to explain. Mr. Stein was always picking on Valor, even when he did the work and paid attention. He was always calling him out, trying to make a fool out of him. He's a jock, one would think it was easy but maybe that's what kept Mr. Stein interested. "Hates that he can't seem to one-up me so when I snap back I get punished. This week it was detention."

Valor didn't mention anything about Luca's comment on his home. He knew a lot of kids who felt the same way about their homes. Would rather be anywhere but. He just never heard it said as bluntly as that. "Sounds like it would suck, being stuck in a never-ending spiral but I get it." He shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to Luca.

“Ah, so they’re all your little lackey’s are they?” He almost teased as he glanced around at a few of the faces there. When Luca turned all his attention to him, he couldn’t help doing the same, turning in his chair so it felt more of a one on one conversation rather than one that many were trying to eavesdrop on. “I’ve got vices, sure. I’m not as perfect as I may look.” Valor sarcastically ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks and gave an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes. “Though many would argue differently I think.” He joked.

“No my weakness..” He started looking up at Luca, into his eyes. The prettiest shade of blue that Valor had ever seen. His weakness was men with pretty eyes but he wasn’t about to admit that to the other. The other seemed like he might enjoy that revelation too much. “Is a little private. Can’t go around rattling those skeletons now, can we?” He winked.

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Valor watched the kid almost taunt him as he held his textbook, dangling it just out of reach for him to snatch back but Valor wasn’t worried, not really. He was simply not in the mood to be fucked within such a manner but the kid didn’t seem to be getting the hint. Valor had sighed and was just about to make another remark when a sharp voice came from the guy that had been carving at his desk earlier.

He looked at the kid that the other was referring to, watching as he hesitated before dropping the book back on Valor’s desk, looking back and forth between the two confused before he muttered out an apology and backed off. Valor’s eyebrows raised in surprise but he didn’t say anything against it, instead, he looked back over at the rebel next to him and nodded.

Valor shook the hand that was offered to him, “Thanks,” He appreciated that someone had stepped up for him, even if he knew he’d probably be able to handle the kid he still appreciated the fact that he didn’t have to. Even if it was by threatening with a knife in the others hand. “Valor, Valor Marsden.” He quickly spoke as a crooked grin graced his features.

“Pretty sure you aren’t supposed to smoke in here. Smoke alarms.” Valor pointed directly behind them where a red smoke alarm rested, standing out against the stark white of the classroom. “If not smoke alarms, I don’t think you’d want to be stuck here for another week’s worth of detention, would ya?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“I mean you gotta be tired of seeing Richardson’s face every day. I know I would.” Valor teased, letting his pencil drop onto the desk as he became distracted with the other. He could feel the eyes of other students watching them. The Jock and the Criminal were communicating and it was going…well. An odd sight to behold.

“Sure,” Luca said with a nonchalant air about him as if the whole thing wasn’t a big deal. “You don’t need to deal with their shit. You’re not one of the rest of us,” he said, with a slight shrug. The comment wasn’t meant to be offensive, just honest. The group who was usually in detention had a core with others slipping in and out on occasion due to bad judgment.

“Nice to meet you, Valor,” he spoke, shaking the hand and then letting it go after a couple of pumps. “So, I do have to ask…what brings you here?” He took a puff off of his cigarette and blew it away from the other boy. “Not that you have to share, but I’m willing to admit I’m curious. You aren’t the detention type. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Just interesting is all.”

Luca listened to the comment and shrugged again, reaching up to brush a hand through his shorn locks. “No worse being here than being home,” he said, but he left it at that, not willing to share more about his personal life than that. “You kind of just get used to being here after a while. If you aren’t in deep shit, for one thing, it’s something else.”

“Besides, nobody will say shit about the smoke. Someone else will take the blame,” he said as if that was how things always went. “Do you have any vices, Valor? Skeletons in your closet? Maybe that’s why you’re in this room with the rest of us delinquents?” He sat back down and flipped his chair so the two were facing, ignoring the others watching them.

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Luca smirked as Mr. Richardson left the room, requesting they all be on their best behavior. He knew this song and dance like it was second nature. Normally Luca was immediately in the mood to cause trouble or pick on someone in the room as soon as the door closed but today felt different. His mind was somewhere else.

As soon as he heard a voice come from the male he’d been eying earlier, his head turned as if on a hinge. He pulled his headphones from his ears and tossed them on his desk in warning. “Give him the fucking book back,” Luca immediately snapped, murder flashing in his eyes. “Drop it,” he continued, “Gently. He watched the delinquent without blinking to see if he was going to listen.

“And then I want you to apologize,” Luca decided, throwing it out there as extra shame for the kid who was causing trouble. He stood up as the other male seemed to consider his option, his knife still in his hand. “Nice and easy,” Luca said, as the book fell back onto the jock’s with a thunk.

The kid stepped away, looking like he was about to piss his pants and Luca took it as his cue to speak to the boy with the blue eyes. “Luca,” he said, holding out a hand in offer of shaking his own. He could see unrest in the other students and Zagan shooting him a strange look, but he wasn’t sure he cared.

Every day here was the same and today – well, it wasn’t. And something about that related to the boy who shouldn’t be here. “You got a name?” Luca asked, grabbing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, being sure to blow the smoke away from the male’s face.

Valor watched the kid almost taunt him as he held his textbook, dangling it just out of reach for him to snatch back but Valor wasn't worried, not really. He was simply not in the mood to be fucked within such a manner but the kid didn't seem to be getting the hint. Valor had sighed and was just about to make another remark when a sharp voice came from the guy that had been carving at his desk earlier.

He looked at the kid that the other was referring to, watching as he hesitated before dropping the book back on Valor's desk, looking back and forth between the two confused before he muttered out an apology and backed off. Valor's eyebrows raised in surprise but he didn't say anything against it, instead, he looked back over at the rebel next to him and nodded.

Valor shook the hand that was offered to him, "Thanks," He appreciated that someone had stepped up for him, even if he knew he'd probably be able to handle the kid he still appreciated the fact that he didn't have to. Even if it was by threatening with a knife in the others hand. "Valor, Valor Marsden." He quickly spoke as a crooked grin graced his features.

"Pretty sure you aren't supposed to smoke in here. Smoke alarms." Valor pointed directly behind them where a red smoke alarm rested, standing out against the stark white of the classroom. "If not smoke alarms, I don't think you'd want to be stuck here for another week's worth of detention, would ya?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

"I mean you gotta be tired of seeing Richardson's face every day. I know I would." Valor teased, letting his pencil drop onto the desk as he became distracted with the other. He could feel the eyes of other students watching them. The Jock and the Criminal were communicating and it was going...well. An odd sight to behold.

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

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Detention.

He never got detention.

Valor Marsden had never served detention in all of his educational career, and yet here he was. Sitting in a desk in a familiar classroom, surrounded mostly by strangers. A few familiar faces but the name was a blank when blue eyes landed on them.

He was frustrated. He knew the teacher was just out to get him and that’s why he got detention but it was a ‘his word against mine’ kind of situation that left Valor helpless. People always took the Teacher’s side when it came to these things.

He sighed, tapping his pen in a rapid motion on the desk and staring out the window with a blank expression on his face.

When the door was slammed open Valor’s attention went toward the door, eyes lighting across one of the most notorious rebels in all of Westridge High. His name escaped Valor, but he remembered his face.

Who could forget a face like that? Valor turned his attention away, trying to shake off the unfamiliar feeling rising in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the rebellious male. Instead, his eyes fell forward to Mr. Richardson, listening to his quiet droll as he listed off his rules.

He pulled out his notebook and English book, planning on doing all the extra credit and homework owed for the next two days in order to get the teacher off his ass for at least a few days so he wouldn’t land right back where he was but a noise caught his attention.

The boy he had been watching was doing something at his desk, something quiet, unnoticeable, but had attracted Valor’s attention. He watched him with interest, and when he had glanced up from the desk to lock eyes with Valor he damn near felt his heart stop.

Valor always had a weakness for men with pretty eyes.

He had to snap himself out of it when he noticed the other raise his eyebrow and simply shrugged his shoulder in a nonchalant way before both went about their business. Valor attempting homework and the other doing whatever he was to his desk.

“Alright all of you, stay quiet. I’m going to be back in ten minutes and if I hear any type of noise I’ll make sure you get another week’s worth of detention.” came the threat from Mr. Richardson as he got up and left the room with his shoes squeaking every step of the way. The moment the door was closed everyone was up and moving about, muffled chatter racing around the room.

Valor looked around as everyone began to mingle, and turned his attention toward the male he had been watching. He opened his mouth to speak, say something to him. Anything.

When two others had made their move and began to converse with him instead, cutting off Valor’s opportunity to strike a conversation.

He let out a quiet sigh and turned back to his books, continuing on with his homework and ignoring the noise around him when suddenly his English book was swiped from him.

His head shot up and looked at the person who now held his textbook in their hands. “Hey, can I get that back? I’m actually trying to do some work.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in his seat as the other held his book out of his reach.

“I’m assuming you’re either done with your work or haven’t turned in any type of homework since the school year started, am I right?” he asked with a tilt of his head and a crooked grin flashing upon his face.

Luca smirked as Mr. Richardson left the room, requesting they all be on their best behavior. He knew this song and dance like it was second nature. Normally Luca was immediately in the mood to cause trouble or pick on someone in the room as soon as the door closed but today felt different. His mind was somewhere else.

As soon as he heard a voice come from the male he’d been eying earlier, his head turned as if on a hinge. He pulled his headphones from his ears and tossed them on his desk in warning. “Give him the fucking book back,” Luca immediately snapped, murder flashing in his eyes. “Drop it,” he continued, “Gently. He watched the delinquent without blinking to see if he was going to listen.

“And then I want you to apologize,” Luca decided, throwing it out there as extra shame for the kid who was causing trouble. He stood up as the other male seemed to consider his option, his knife still in his hand. “Nice and easy,” Luca said, as the book fell back onto the jock’s with a thunk.

The kid stepped away, looking like he was about to piss his pants and Luca took it as his cue to speak to the boy with the blue eyes. “Luca,” he said, holding out a hand in offer of shaking his own. He could see unrest in the other students and Zagan shooting him a strange look, but he wasn’t sure he cared.

Every day here was the same and today – well, it wasn’t. And something about that related to the boy who shouldn’t be here. “You got a name?” Luca asked, grabbing a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, being sure to blow the smoke away from the male’s face.

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Detention Blues || Marstonov

Luca shoved open the door to the classroom, his battered army green backpack resting on one trench coat covered shoulder as he walked into the room with a purpose. He nodded at a few students he knew as he strode towards a wooden seat in the back of the classroom. As often as the blonde teenager spent afternoons and weekends in detention, the chair practically had his name on it. Maybe it should have his name on it. He dropped his bag and flopped down into the seat, immediately leaning back to take in the room.

Zagan. Dorian. A few kids from Chemistry class. Many students whose names he didn’t know and didn’t care. His eyes took in every single one before coming to rest on a new addition to the motley crew. The kid looked familiar and the letterman jacket on the back of his seat told Luca everything he needed to know. A jock. Probably a fucking asshole. But something about him made Luca attentive, interested, confused. Probably just the fact that there were never jocks in here. God forbid the popular crowd ever have to be punished.

Mr. Richardson sat in the front of the class speaking while Luca closed his eyes and considered the number of hours until he could get outside for a smoke. He’d heard the spiel a thousand times and wasn’t about to pay any attention to it this time. Don’t leave the room. Don’t talk to anyone else. Do your homework. All three rules that Luca had every intention to break as soon as possible. His eyes flit back around the room, resting on the jock from earlier. Luca shook his head and turned away, reaching into his backpack for his iPod. He pulled the headphones out and shoved them into his ears, grabbing a notebook next. As Mr. Richardson went back to grading papers, Luca flipped a pocket knife out of his boot and went to work, carving his name into the desk, using the notebooks as cover.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before the teacher stepped outside. He hated it in the room almost as much as most of the students did. Then the fun could start. And maybe he could manage to smoke a cigarette before he came back. Luca said nothing and continued making headway on the wooden desk, an L making an appearance. He looked up every now and then to see if anyone was paying attention to him, feigning disinterest if the answer was yes.

Except this time there were blue eyes on his own and a look he couldn’t quite unravel. He raised an eyebrow at the jock, waiting for a response of some sort, before turning back to this work. Alkaline Trio played in his ears as he waited for Mr. Richardson to fucking leave. He was already sick of this shit. But it didn’t stop him from looking up again to see if the eyes were still waiting for his.

Detention.

He never got detention.

Valor Marsden had never served detention in all of his educational career, and yet here he was. Sitting in a desk in a familiar classroom, surrounded mostly by strangers. A few familiar faces but the name was a blank when blue eyes landed on them.

He was frustrated. He knew the teacher was just out to get him and that’s why he got detention but it was a ‘his word against mine’ kind of situation that left Valor helpless. People always took the Teacher’s side when it came to these things.

He sighed, tapping his pen in a rapid motion on the desk and staring out the window with a blank expression on his face.

When the door was slammed open Valor’s attention went toward the door, eyes lighting across one of the most notorious rebels in all of Westridge High. His name escaped Valor, but he remembered his face.

Who could forget a face like that? Valor turned his attention away, trying to shake off the unfamiliar feeling rising in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the rebellious male. Instead, his eyes fell forward to Mr. Richardson, listening to his quiet droll as he listed off his rules.

He pulled out his notebook and English book, planning on doing all the extra credit and homework owed for the next two days in order to get the teacher off his ass for at least a few days so he wouldn’t land right back where he was but a noise caught his attention.

The boy he had been watching was doing something at his desk, something quiet, unnoticeable, but had attracted Valor’s attention. He watched him with interest, and when he had glanced up from the desk to lock eyes with Valor he damn near felt his heart stop.

Valor always had a weakness for men with pretty eyes.

He had to snap himself out of it when he noticed the other raise his eyebrow and simply shrugged his shoulder in a nonchalant way before both went about their business. Valor attempting homework and the other doing whatever he was to his desk.

“Alright all of you, stay quiet. I’m going to be back in ten minutes and if I hear any type of noise I’ll make sure you get another week’s worth of detention.” came the threat from Mr. Richardson as he got up and left the room with his shoes squeaking every step of the way. The moment the door was closed everyone was up and moving about, muffled chatter racing around the room.

Valor looked around as everyone began to mingle, and turned his attention toward the male he had been watching. He opened his mouth to speak, say something to him. Anything.

When two others had made their move and began to converse with him instead, cutting off Valor’s opportunity to strike a conversation.

He let out a quiet sigh and turned back to his books, continuing on with his homework and ignoring the noise around him when suddenly his English book was swiped from him.

His head shot up and looked at the person who now held his textbook in their hands. “Hey, can I get that back? I’m actually trying to do some work.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in his seat as the other held his book out of his reach.

“I’m assuming you’re either done with your work or haven’t turned in any type of homework since the school year started, am I right?” he asked with a tilt of his head and a crooked grin flashing upon his face.

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Run Girl, Run || Sam & Tucker

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Sam was a fighter, that much was for sure. However, Tucker was also beginning to think that her constant snark was a coping mechanism. That was something that was understandable to him. Anyone who had made it this long in the new world was bound to have a few hang-ups from things they had seen or gone through. It also was nothing new for the veteran, being in situations like this could change people. “Can’t blame you for making that decision,” he admitted honestly, “Caravan might have some idiots in it but for the most part, they’re good folks.” When Sam explained where they were going, Tucker couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment. “If anyone is dragging someone up four floors, it’ll be me dragging you, pup.” And at that, he decided to make it a challenge. “Bet you can’t beat me to the top,” he declared, giving her a moment to consider the challenge before he darted up the first floor, keeping an eye out for creepers as he went.

Sam could agree that the caravan had mostly good people. Mostly. There were a few she'd had problems in whether because of her attitude or simply their lack of patience but for the most part she liked being in a large group. Stayed protected from all sides that way and a better chance at survival. Especially if you kept everyone at arms length. "Yeah, for a ragtag group they aren't too shabby." Sam had replied. She liked Tristan, she respected Wren, she respected what the two of them created. She couldn't complain much about it really. "You couldn't even carry me. Pretty sure your back would collapse and you'd be laying on the floor like those life alert commercials." But when he challenged her she considered it before he bolted up the stairs and she was right on his heels, her legs were quick, she had stamina, but she could tell that so did the older gentleman that had taken the league. "Sure you should be running? Pretty sure you're gonna have a heart attack!" She called to him as she started to slowly catch up by the third floor but was still two steps behind him. Upon reaching the fourth floor she panted as the race ended and narrowed her eyes at him. "Alright so you still got some dust pumping in those veins...least I know you can keep up." Sam couldn't help the smile that flashed across her face as she opened the door and peeked around corners before she started to quietly walk down the hall.

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Run Girl, Run || Sam & Tucker

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At his little snark back, she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. He had shown that he was sharp-witted, snarky, it was a nice change from the dull people she’d met. Having the two of them get into little squabbles with each other made her feel more at ease than just a normal conversation. She almost laughed as he went along with her but she managed to bite it back. Sam went quiet when he motioned for her to, only moving forward when he motioned. She also stepped over debris lying around and avoided anything that lay in her path all the while. “I stumbled upon the caravan while leaving the town just west of here.” She answered, peeking into a room before she found a directory. “Figured a camp was better than being on my own and decided to stick around for a while.” She tapped on the spot that said Pharmacy. “C'mon, four floors up. Hopefully your arthritis ridden legs make it that far,” she mentioned as she walked to where the staircase was, quietly pushing it open and holding it open for Tucker to walk through. “Don’t make me end up having to drag you.”

Sam was a fighter, that much was for sure. However, Tucker was also beginning to think that her constant snark was a coping mechanism. That was something that was understandable to him. Anyone who had made it this long in the new world was bound to have a few hang-ups from things they had seen or gone through. It also was nothing new for the veteran, being in situations like this could change people. “Can’t blame you for making that decision,” he admitted honestly, “Caravan might have some idiots in it but for the most part, they’re good folks.” When Sam explained where they were going, Tucker couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment. “If anyone is dragging someone up four floors, it’ll be me dragging you, pup.” And at that, he decided to make it a challenge. “Bet you can’t beat me to the top,” he declared, giving her a moment to consider the challenge before he darted up the first floor, keeping an eye out for creepers as he went.