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[mw]: Been there done that…Also already here.

[mw]: You should join, I already saw Lucas at the cotton candy stall earlier…it's a shame you let your puppy out without his leash Heather.

[hs]: Thanks for the concern, Walsh, but mind your own business.

#maddie.

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[hs]: Are you going to the carnival tonight?

[hs]: Want to come over and raid my mother's liquor cabinet before?

#havocevent #havocstarters

gifted-at-mxds:

Maddie nodded her head, seeing past Heather’s hollow smile but mused with a similar one before sitting.

“I’m only here cause I owe someone on the yearbook team…” she scoffed. Maddie was interested with the idea of a culture magazine circulating the halls, after all she loved fashion–but the fact that Heather was it’s main developer sounded as shallow as the girl had become. “So what’s your questions? I’m a on a time crunch….”

“Oh, come on,” Heather drawled, patting the chair next to her. “Where do you have to be, lunch? You’re so p r e t t y Maddie, you don’t need anymore meat on those bones -- besides, I’d love to go over some stuff with the magazine with you, since you have the time.”

“Now the question is ... have you ever seen anything strange around here?”

#idk how to tag #ed implied tw #fat shaming tw #it's the app question oopd #oops #maddie.

leetlucaschandler:

Lucas beamed when she nudged him, the casual touch was electrifying. Everything about her seemed suddenly intensified, her soft hum somehow louder than everything else going on in the crowded hallway. When she called him her personal teacher, he tried not to think about the countless teacher-student porn ads that flitted across his computer screen – not that he’d actually watched that kind of thing, ahem. (Okay, maybe once or twice, but purely for research purposes. At least that was what he’d tell his dad if he ever figured out how to access Lucas’ browser history.)

Her confusion took him by surprise – Heather wasn’t the stereotypical dumb popular girl. She was sharper than she seemed, he had noticed that. “The brains of the operation usually calls the shots, don’t they?” he asked, half-kidding. She had a way of scrambling his thoughts just by being close, even in the few classes they shared where they sat across the room from each other. But there was a spark of clarity, some question forcing its way to the forefront of his mind.

“I meant – I meant….” he trailed off as they exited the double doors of the school. The cool fall air hit him hard, but he was grateful. It made things crisper. “I meant why do you… you know, hang out with me. You’ve got other friends, other people you could…” he trailed off again, shaking his head. He couldn’t put it into words, she was too distracting. The promise of something was always in the corner of her words, the edge of her smile, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk that. His need for truth and his desperate desire to be liked were warring with each other. “Forget it, it’s no big deal. I just can never stop thinking, ya know?”

“You’re special,” Heather told him. It wasn’t even a lie. In their time together, she had grown exceedingly fond of him, like one does a pet gerbil or a favorite toy. She enjoyed his presence. But how to phrase it? How to communicate it to him, without giving up on her charade?

“You’re special, Lucas,” Heather repeated, letting some semblance of honesty seep into her voice. “Is that so surprising? Yes, I’ve got other friends -- I spend time with them and all, you know that -- but that doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with you, does it?”

She bit the edge of her lip, putting on a half-sultry, half-nervous appearance. She stood for a moment idly on the street, itching to braid her hair but not wanting to ruin such a delicate, curious moment.

“Is something wrong?”

She resisted the laugh bubbling up inside her. Of course nothing was wrong ... not unless she wanted it to be. That’s what it meant to be gifted. It meant power. It meant control. It meant e v e r y t h i n g .

#lucas.

"Hello.” Her smile is wicked -- genuine, but w i c k e d .

“Thank you so much for coming,” Heather says with a slight sneer. “This really shouldn’t take too long. Just a few questions for Bellbrook’s new Culture Magazine, run by yours truly. Ready to get started?”

#heather u liar omg #havocstarters #the belle

leetlucaschandler:

Lucas was socially awkward at best, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew people talked about how he followed Heather around, and he knew that none of it was particularly kind to him. He knew Heather could’ve had an actual boyfriend if she’d wanted one, and he knew it wouldn’t have been him in a million years. He knew he was vaguely pathetic. But he liked it. He liked Heather. Just being around her was intoxicating, it always made his heart race and his mind fog up in the best kind of way. It was like being high, a little slow, a little stupid, and a lot happy.

“Psych sounds great!” he said, returning her smile brightly. And it did – especially if Heather kept flipping her hair like that while she copied his homework. And if she kept saying of course to him in that playful, vaguely flirtatious tone. He hesitated for a moment, then burst into speech.

“You know, if Psych’s hard for you, I can tutor you. I help Hannah with Psych all the time, I’m actually pretty good at it. It’s like, the one thing. Beyond, you know, computers. But you knew that, I mean, everyone kinda does. Um, so. My question. It’s just – in Psych the other day, we were talking about relationships remember? How your love map is formed, and the difference between, um, healthy and unhealthy. It just got me thinking. About you and me. Not that we’re in a relationship, but uh…” He paused, adjusting the books in his arms so they didn’t spill out. “I just – why me? Like, we weren’t friends before this year, you know? So… why me?”

Heather nudged him in the side at the generous offer. “So gonna take you up on that one, Luke. You’d look good with some elbow patches. My own personal teacher,” she joked with a wink, walking along towards the park and beginning to h u m under her breath.

Heather smiled genuinely, if a bit uncomfortably. This was the reason why she needed a guinea pig. And God, was Lucas the perfect one. Come on, Heather, you rehearsed this. But something shifted in her -- was it pity? Empathy?

Guilt? Whatever it was, it threw her script out the window.

Still, she kept her composure neatly intact, and Heather feigned confusion. “Incase you forgot, you’re the smart one,”She reminded him. “I don’t think I really get it. Why you, what? Why, you, to tutor me? Because you just offered, silly ... you might have to spell it out for me, Lucas. You're pretty much the brains of this operation, you know.”

A part of her hated edging him on like this, making him so uncomfortable when he was already halfway submerged in her, but other parts of her were stronger. She was curious. She was drunk on it. She wanted him to resist, even if just for the challenge.

#lucas.

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leetlucaschandler:

“Coming!” Lucas called, frantically juggling the three text books – including the Literature one – plus two novels for that class. His own books (and some of Heather’s other ones that he had snagged just in case she needed them later) were stuffed in his backpack. His shoulders were screaming in agony, but he had a smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah, yeah I’ve got it. I’ve always got it, right?” he asked, trotting to catch up to her. If he was going to carry her books, he was at least going to walk beside The Heather Sargent. He glanced over at her, feeling slightly mesmerized by the swing of her hair, the way she swayed while she walked. “Hey, Heather, can I ask you something?”

Heather gave him a small, tight smile. “Course you do,” she agreed, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “Thank the lord Cassidy cancelled practice today -- fishy as she is. Thoughts about doing some Psych work in the park?” Beginning to walk, Heather turned to Lucas and gave him a wink. “Or, well, copying it, but ... you know.”

Heather gave him a curious look. “Ask me something? Of course.”