♛ forever queen ♛

❝ The rich keep on getting richer, the poor keep on getting poorer. And me? I sit on my throne, comfortable and gold. ❞ Jessalyn "Jessie" Alacott. Twenty one. Math & Business Major. Atticus University

[jxssalynx]

@badlymilligan: @jessix burning your books? fuck please Calm Down before you hurt someone

@jessix: @badlymilligan they're replaceable.

[jxssalynx]

@darthmauler: @jessix Christ u may as well light up a Ben Franklin while ur at it

@jessix: @darthmauler i don't see why not, might as well go all the way.

[jxssalynx]

@jessix: someone save me from the hell hole that is homework. i'm two seconds away from burning my books

[drvgonelle]

A slight smirk played on her lips when she received the glare. Who thought a barbie doll looking girl could hold this in her? “As much as I believe you don’t have what it takes to coldly murder someone and listen to their dying screams, you’ll need more than shoes to convince them you’re innocent.” Elena replied, her eyes almost filled with defiance. She cared little about her speech, all she wanted was her actions, her limits. Where her line was between words and punches.

[jxssalynx]

Jessalyn scoffed, offended by the remark. She bit her tongue to avoid pointing out she could easily have someone taken care of without having to lift a finger. The beauty of having money. But Jessie also was more fond of just breaking people down to nothing and watching them run. Her favorite thing to do back home. “I hardly have to prove my innocence. I dare any of them to accuse me of something I didn’t do.” A bored sigh left her lips as she stood up, tired of just watching the pool and being irritated. “You’ve got that crazy look in you, maybe you did it. Either way, I don’t care. Doesn’t involve me.”

[drvgonelle]

While she wasn’t particularly fond of technologies, Elena had to agree, she’d taken her phone. At least she could play a game on it, or something like that. But agreement wasn’t something that’d come out of her lips so easily, and not on that matter. And her tongue found something else to comment about. “Are you saying it’s ridiculous someone died?” Her eyes scanned the girl, trying to figure out anything that was going on in her mind. “That’s savage. I like that.” Elena added after a moment, curious to see her reaction.

[jxssalynx]

Jessie sent an annoyed glare to the girl, the brief thought of squashing the girl like a bug appearing in her head before she sighed and leaned forward to make her point clear. “No. I think it’s ridiculous that we’re being kept in here when some of us are innocent. Like I’d dirty my hands killing someone and risk my shoes getting blood on them, please.” Jess leaned back and sent her glare to whoever else was in the nearby vicinity. “Poor girl, but this is unfair.”

[keith-frost-blog1]

“ Listen if I paid you? All you have to do is pretend to be mad at me. My professor is right there I need her to feel sorry for me.” 

[jxssalynx]

Jessie pursed her lips, arms crossing over her chest as she considered whether or not to take him up on his offer. Really, she didn’t need the money but it could be fun. “Can I tell about how useless you are, untalented, unattractive, and how your eyebrows are like horrid little caterpillars? All lies, of course.” That was a lie, Jessie did think his eyebrows were like caterpillars.

[alyssaromana-blog]

Alyssa paced back and forth, the voice of that girl playing over and over in her mind. Without her phone with her, she couldn’t distract herself, fingers tapping against her crossed arms. The tabs she’d taken that morning were already beginning to wear off and she’d stupidly forgotten to throw some into her pockets for when this happened. She supposed it was because she thought she would be going home tonight. But with so many students, suspects, who knows when she would be leaving. The voice that cut through her thoughts was enough to snap her from where she’d zoned out to, rolling her eyes as she looked at the girl before her. “Don’t go throwing tantrums now,” she muttered, glancing back towards the pool and sighing. “Last thing we need is you throwing fists for no reason again.”

[jxssalynx]

Jessie wanted to point out that she didn’t throw fists for no reason, but the words died on her tongue and she settled for a glare in Alyssa’s direction instead. That was the cherry on top, Alyssa showing up. Next Wyatt and Wynona would come prancing up and the whole gang would be there. “That’d be a treat...” Jess whispered to herself, not caring if Alyssa heard or not. This time, she spoke direction to the other. “If I throw fists, it’ll be at the police for locking us up in here. I have places to be and this isn’t one of them.” Jess didn’t like to feel trapped and it didn’t help that she was worried about running into the Masons. She wasn’t prepared to handle them today. “Do you think if I pretend to faint, they’ll rush me to the hospital? That’d be better than dying of boredom.”

[jxssalynx]

The last thing Jessalyn wanted was the be stuck in a gymnasium full of annoying midgets who smelled of horrid BO and didn’t know anything about how to dress themselves. There was a ticking clock in her head, the one that counted down the time until Jessie threw a fit and someone had the potential of getting hurt. If someone ended up with a heel thrown at their head, it wouldn’t be her fault. She had found herself a spot on the bleachers in the pool room, eyes flickering between her nails and the clear water. “Fucking want my phone. This is ridiculous.”

[keith-frost-blog1]

“ so you won’t do it?” He asked making sure he heard right. 

[jxssalynx]

“No means no. Get it right. Do I need to throw you a dictionary? You might actually learn something then.”

[wintcrbrck]

Valentina Juarez. That was her name. She was nineteen, she was a nursing student, she had friends, she had a family, she had all these people who loved her enough to make such a beautiful memorial in her honor. He had heard the gossip that went along with her death, that she killed herself cause of her boyfriend, that she was nothing but a party girl who went a little too hard one night, he had heard it all and he didn’t even know her name when he woke up next to her cold body. The boy rubbed at his nose, thoughts racing and heart pounding as he looked away from the portrait of the dead girl, glancing around at the few people gathered, the people leaving flowers and the people mourning. How could he mourn a girl he didn’t know? A girl he left dead beside some dumpster like unwanted garbage. Who the fuck was he now? Wyatt jumped a little when someone bumped into him, still skittish since the night he and Wynona disposed of all the evidence that tied him to this girl’s death, “Probably should apologize,” He grumbled, his mood not quite controllable as he glanced at the culprit, “Could’ve made me kick over one of her candles.”

[jxssalynx]

Annoyance fed into the attitude that Jessalyn had that day. She was a woman on a rampage, having already chewed out a taxi driver, sent two girls crying and running away, and gave a lecture to a barista about their useless skills in life. A phone call from her father had started it all and now she was on a mission to find the one person she needed and she didn’t care if he was puking on the floor---he was going to listen to what she had to say. It took time to find Wyatt, a lot of asking around and one threat to shove her heel into someone’s eye before she found him. A memorial of all places. Jessie scrunched her nose up, avoiding anyone with tears that could ruin her shirt. When she’d spotted Wyatt, she’d knocked her shoulder into his lightly to get his attention since calling his name four times hadn’t done the trick. “So she loses a fucking candle, too damn bad,” Jessie snapped, her anger getting the better of her for a moment. And only for a moment because out of everything in the world Jessalyn Alacott had one soft spot that could be pushed to break her and that was Wyatt Mason. And seeing his face and hearing his voice... well, she’d been with him for five years and even if most of it was pretending she could pick up on a few things. “You shouldn’t be here, Wyatt,” Jessie added with a softer tone. She wasn’t sure why he was here in the first place but there had to be some reason. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” she offered her hand, not willing to touch him mostly in fear that if she showed any affection toward Wyatt, Wynona would eat her fingers off.