𝙵𝚄𝙶𝙸𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 . people were mostly having harmless fun . . . to each their own ( there was a clear difference between the crowd who had hands on experience with being chased by the police ) , but candy had no intention in being part of tonight’s match . she observed , instead , & sometime tonight bingham had 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 entitled her with the title of referee to make sure none were cheating . she wanted to go home , sit on her bed & sleep off this nightmare . she’s tired , & slowly , realization that maybe her & cassandra weren’t all that different crept up on her .
❝ look , all i’m saying , is that maybe , cassandra’s not wrong this time . she’s still a stuck up prat . . . but a ‘ right ’ stuck up prat . ❞
“ DID HELL JUST FREEZE OVER ? “ games requiring too much physical activity were just not noel klain’s thing . there is only one thing that should get his heart beating like that , and it doesn’t look like this : a bunch of teenagers running around , playing glorified cops & robbers. he is not running around the block , he doesn’t need to see this new ham in fast motion ; especially considering it’s all he is going to see for who knows how long. “ did you just say cass was right ? i think i need my hearing checked ! “ laughter spills from his lips and he quickly shakes his head. “ i mean , i guess so. but does she have to be so bossy & you know . . . “ a hand waves in the air , as if the motion alone is an adjective.