Boys like you love me forever.

　 　 　 　 　 Hanna Black ||17 ||Super-human 　 　 　 　 　 　 I'm manipulative, bitchy and you probably all think I'm a slut. But guess what? What you think of me doesn't mean a damn thing, I'm still going to sleep with who I want and party till the sun comes up. I could be your best friend or your worst nightmare, care to decide which? I'm not a slut, I'm desired. I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a party girl. I'm not the queen bee, but cross me and you're dead. I'm not a bitch. That's a lie. It doesn't get much worse than me, love.

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I’m going to miss you too, Susie! Say goodbye to bitchy Susie when she next comes out, she was a lot of fun..

[nerdysusie-deactivated20120905]

I will! Though she will probably just say something rude about you.

[hannablack-blog]

Hah! I'd expect nothing less.

[hannablack-blog]

Jacob called..

[hannablack-blog]

You know what, Gabe? I will miss you. We may have had our differences towards the end but that doesn’t wipe out any of the good memories. I truly hope you and Betty, or whoever you up with, are happy together. 

[gabe-mason]

Bye Hanna

[hannablack-blog]

Goodbye, Gabe. You'll grow up one day.

[hannablack-blog]

lil-fairy replied to your post: Jacob called..

Ooc; Noooo! We shall miss her :(

ooc; sorreh but I don't have time for her and I thought this would be a nicer end then everyone just unfollowing because I hadn't been online.

[hannablack-blog]

Jacob called..

[gabe-mason]

Bye, I won’t miss you much

[hannablack-blog]

You know what, Gabe? I will miss you. We may have had our differences towards the end but that doesn't wipe out any of the good memories. I truly hope you and Betty, or whoever you up with, are happy together. 

[hannablack-blog]

Jacob called..

[foxie-lilcasie-deactivated20120]

You can’t leave. I’ll miss you too much.

[hannablack-blog]

I'll miss you too, so much. But I've got to do this.

[hannablack-blog]

nerdysusie replied to your post: Jacob called..

I know we weren’t the best of friend Hanna but I’m going to miss you!

I'm going to miss you too, Susie! Say goodbye to bitchy Susie when she next comes out, she was a lot of fun..

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lil-fairy replied to your post: Jacob called..

Oh. Well, if that’s what you want, love.

Yeah, I think it's the right decision, I can't get him out of my head.

[hannablack-blog]

Jacob called..

He wants me to go live with him in LA. I think I'm going to go. I'm gonna do it.

I'll miss you guys so much.

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

High there || Hannah

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

A small grin crossed Eric’s face and shook his head folding his arms over his chest, “You better be,” he teased as he rolled up his sleeves, “Yeah alright,” he winked at her watching as she rolled up the blunt with skill that could only come from experience, if Eric had made it it would probably be a crumpled piece of paper with the goods falling out of it constantly. When she held it out to him he took it delicately putting it to his lips and taking a long drag a smile appearing on his face. He should do this more often, he didn’t know why he had only done this once in his life, it was an awesome feeling. When he finished the drag he handed it back to her with a bright grin, he could get used to this. 

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Hanna couldn't help but smirk as she spotted him winking at her from the corner of her eye, it was cute. "So, Eric.. when did you start smoking?" She asked casually, a gentle smile pulling at the corners of her lips as she felt her body relaxing in reaction to the drug. She brought the joint back to her lips, blowing the smoke out in rings. Two months was suddenly feeling like a ridiculously long time to be without something that had made her feel so good. Hanna pulled her hair behind her ear with one hand, whilst her hazel eyes studied the glowing red end of the joint as she sucked in. "My old boyfriend dealt sometimes, I used to get a lot of freebies." Hanna spoke, not needing a prompt to explain why she smoked.

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

High there || Hannah

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

Sensing Hanna before she even reached him he smiled when he saw her, “Took long enough,” he winked shoving his hands in his pockets and moving away from the tree his eyes shining, “So, how we gonna do this?” he asked running his fingers through his hair and smiling. She was pretty, he’d admit that. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” he sneered jokingly as he made his way deeper into the forest so no one would bother them. 

[hannablack-blog]

Hanna glanced him up and down appreciatively, "I'm so sorry." She murmured sarcastically, rolling her eyes playfully with a grin on her lips. Hanna laughed, pushing her hands deep into her back pockets. "Wow thanks for that. But be aware, if we get caught I won't be sticking around long enough for you to blame me." Hanna didn't let her grin slip from her lips. Hanna pulled the bag out from her back pocket and began rolling with nimble and experienced fingers. She placed the joint between her lips and lit it, tugging deeply before holding it out for Eric to take. 

[hannablack-blog]

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[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

High there || Hannah

Eric left his bathroom wearing black pants running his fingers through his hair shaking out droplets of water. He didn’t usually think about getting high, sure he’s done it once. But with his fast healing he didn’t stay high for long. He pulled on one of his shirts and grabbed his cellphone looking at himself before he left. Winking at himself he left his dorm and going down and outside. He squinted his eyes when the light shone down on him. Looking around he made his way towards the forest looking around he leaned on a tree waiting for Hannah. 

[hannablack-blog]

Hanna took a quick scan of her room and she pulled on her military boots, trying to spot where she had left her weed. It had been a good two months since she had last smoked, but she hadn't had the heart to throw out the green knowing that she would most probably regret it the moment that she did so. Hanna stuffed the bag into her back pocket with some rolling paper and a lighter before exiting her room and making a beeline for the woods. It was the only place where students could smoke without being caught by a teacher that wouldn't refrain from giving a detention. "Hey there!" Hanna called out when Eric was in sight, she waved and sped up, reaching his side in next to no time. "How's it going?" she asked cheerfully, leaning back against the tree opposite him.

[hannablack-blog]

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[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

So I'm here. What's goin' on?

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

Yeah sex, that shits awesome. Okay, sounds like a plan. I’ll beat you there. 

Don’t worry, you wont be disappointed. 

[hannablack-blog]

Yep, I suppose it is. Hah, did I ever mention I could pause time? Good luck beating me there.

Good.

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

So I'm here. What's goin' on?

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

Well then, cake must be pretty fucking good. Yeah lets go get high, sounds like fun. Nothing better to do. 

I assure you, I have nothing to make up for. I’m perfect in every way. 

[hannablack-blog]

The only thing better than cake is sex. But only just. Sweet, I'll bring my stash and meet you by the woods?

You're going to have have to prove it, I really hate it when guys don't measure up.

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

So I'm here. What's goin' on?

[eric-fucking-reid-deactivated20]

Well then, sounds eventful. I can’t eat cake, so it’s disgusting. You’re welcome, if I was to do something with you, what would you suggest?

If I wasn’t cocky I wouldn’t be so awesome now would I? 

[hannablack-blog]

Fair enough, but take it from me, cake is like the tastiest blood you could ever drink. Well, we could watch a movie, go out drinking, get high if you smoke, that is or whatever else we can think of. The possibilities are pretty vast.

No, probably not. But in my experience, the cocky guys are the ones looking to make up for something.

[oliver-fucking-jones-blog]

I'm just fine. || Open

Wow, it’s morning already. How? Apparently the sun was rising. Strangely, just now Oliver was realizing he was outside. How did I got outside? He didn’t remember. He’d been drinking for what? Twelve hours now? He didn’t know. His mind was way too crowed, too buzzy, he could barely stand up. I hope it doesn’t rain. But soon his drunken mind was distracted by something else, his stomach.

Oliver hadn’t eaten anything since the break up, he also hadn’t slept since it — he couldn’t sleep without Dylan, he had the same problem when he was in NY. He had been living out of cigarettes ever since. If he was able to think properly, he’d been wondering how he even was standing right now.

Cigarettes. Yeah. I could use one right now. The werewolf searched his pockets, but couldn’t find them. Goddamnit. The worst part, he didn’t remember if he had left them in his room or smoked them or if they had fallen down in the course of night.

He got up. Wait, was I sitting down? It didn’t matter anymore, he was standing now. He needed his cigarretes, he needed to get in his room, he needed his smoke. But he realized he couldn’t move. What’s happening? His head was getting heavy, and then his body was getting heavy.

And then there was nothing. Oliver had fallen down outside the school, alcoholic coma. Maybe someone would find him, maybe they wouldn’t. Oliver’s fate wasn’t in his hands anymore.

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Hanna had gotten a really bad case of insomnia recently, and had taken to walking through the school grounds until she finally felt ready to sleep. Sometimes the urge never came and she simply wandered about until morning came at which point she'd go back to her room and get ready for another day of exceptionally boring lessons. Today was one of the worst. She was around by the back of the school, following the path to the entrance so she could get back in when she spotted someone on the ground.

Concern wasn't usually something Hanna felt but it looked like someone she knew and actually cared about. "Is that..? Oliver!" Hanna called, rushing to his side and dropping to her knees next to him. Careless hands fumbled against his neck searching desperately for a pulse. There it was, feint but steady. Her phone was by her ear in a second, "Please, I need an ambulance. I don't know what's wrong!" She cried down the phone, dropping her whole bad girl facade in an instant as she waited dutifully for the ambulance to arrive and take Oliver to the hospital. 

Hanna rode beside one of the medics, her hand in Oliver's limp one as she fought back tears. She was his friend! How had she not noticed him get into this state? "Come on, Oliver. You'll be fine." She muttered, knowing full well that he couldn't hear her. Hanna was more reassuring herself than trying to make contact.