get out of my way

Lyla Nicole Jacobs || Twenty-Five || Security Guard || Outer Banks

[lyla-jacobs]

finnmichaels​:

the water felt nice against his skin but without his board, finn wasn’t planning on staying in the water too long. maybe another day. fully soaked, he pulled himself from the tide and sauntered back up the beach. it really was useless trying to get the water from his hair. that would literally take days but he still tried, getting a few droplets on the brunette as he approached. “not bad. the tide is low. water is warm. you’re kind of missing out.” the sun against the wet skin of his chest felt nice. he thought about spending more time in the sun today but he had other things to do. 

she hummed softly. “yeah, well.” lyla put her pencil down as she looked up at the guy. “you know i’m not really a water person, so.” the furthest she would go would dip her feet in, and even then she only did it every once in a while. “i’ll take your word for it.” she said, looking back down at the scribbled mess on the page on her lap. 

[lyla-jacobs]

cchannings​:

“you better not be comparing me to a rock, Jacobs. Because that hurts” he also knew that was far from the truth. He knew their sides didn’t get along, but he wasn’t ugly. Arrogant, but far from ugly. “one day your are going to regret not using my very nice face” 

Lyla scoffed. It was fun to watch him get angry, and it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She could handle herself, and she could defend herself if she really needed to. “and I’m sure one day I’ll plant a sweet little kiss right on your lips. But I’m sure it’ll only be in your dreams.” She smiled sweetly at him, before dropping the smile. “Fuck off.”

[lyla-jacobs]

biancarosales​:

***

“I don’t see why I have to move when you’re bothered by it, not me,” she quickly retorted. She was perfectly happy where she was standing, and she wasn’t going to give it up because one person wanted her to. She looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place her. She usually saw so many people in one day that they blurred together in her head. “I’m quite comfortable too. I think I’ll stand here all day if I have to.” Her feet were planted firmly on the ground with her arms crossed, a challenge written in her expression. 

Lyla wasn’t going to ask again. “You’re the one who got in my way, not the other way around.” She snapped back, tilting her head a bit to the side. Lyla chewed the inside of her cheek, before placing her sketchbook in the sand next to her. “I’m sure you have something better to do than stand here all day. Cause I can sit here all day.” 

[lyla-jacobs]

elias-miller​:

It was warm, painfully warm, but the breeze coming from the water made it a little more manageable which is why you could find Elias walking along the edge kicking sand as he went, as if it had personally wronged him. When he heard the loud shout his initial reaction was of course to tell them to fuck off but then he noticed who it was and felt less inclined to be his typical self. “Well, only because you said please and because it’s you.” He stated jogging up a little to plop down in the sand beside her. “Whatcha doing?” 

She flashed him a look before she looked back down at her sketchbook. “Sketching. What are you doing?” She asked, glancing over at her friend who sat down next to her. “You look like you were having the time of your life over there.” She nodded in front of her. Eli and her friendship was interesting. They just seemed to click, and it wasn’t a forced thing at all. Both of them knew when they wanted company and when they didn’t. 

[lyla-jacobs]

samcvnaugh​:

“ i did, ” he repeated and laughed, shaking his head as he sat down. pulling his knees up to his chest, sam wrapped his arms around them and kept them pressed to his chest as he let his gaze glance over at the female who spoke about how they had only discovered about a quarter of the ocean. " yeah, it’s pretty insane, “ he hummed softly, letting his chin then rest on top of his forearms. ” when i was younger, i always wanted to live under the water. i was a huge the little mermaid fan. " chuckling softly, he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. " sebastian and flounder were my favorites. they were badass. “  

lyla wasn’t really sure how she felt about sam. he didn’t seem that annoying, but right now she definitely didn’t ask for him to sit down so he was coming across a bit annoying. “I feel like that’s always someone’s dream. sebastian was the sane one. king triton is who I looked up to. he knew what he was doing. ruling the kingdom.” 

[lyla-jacobs]

fromeva​:

           EVA NODS HER HEAD AS the other explains, and she can’t help but to feel a little bit of curiosity. “ can i ask what you were sketching? ” she doesn’t want the other to feel like she’s annoying her or anything, but she’s always admired people who are artistic. “ i wish i could draw. most of mine are little doodles. ”

if it was anyone other than eva she would’ve told them no and to fuck off. but for some reason, lyla had a soft spot for the barista. “the skyline.” she said, nodding towards the ocean. “where the sky meets the water.” her hand lifted to show her what she meant, as she laid out the scene in her head. “i’m trying to get the shadows correctly.”

[lyla-jacobs]

mcriarosales​:

Maria had decided to sit down near the edge of the water, trying to get her feet wet because it had been hot outside. The young girl didn’t notice the other had been sketching, so she didn’t think anyone would mind. “Huh?” She asked when she heard someone yell at her. “Is there a reason I need to? I’m not trying to be mean, I’m just genuinely curious.” She admitted.

Lyla would’ve snapped, but the girl was interesting. “I’m, uh,” she paused, and gestured to the ocean in front of her. “trying to sketch.” Lyla wasn’t great at sketching things, so she wanted to get more practice. She was better at sketching people, or cartoons. “that point, right there. and you’re kinda in the way.” 

[lyla-jacobs]

hypnctizcd​:

SETTLING INTO THE CONVERSATION, she leans back onto the counter on her elbows, legs dangling from off of the floor. “ eh, it’s a beach party. people just.. show up and it happens, no ?? ” zelda hums, looking over to lyla with the gentlest of smiles, “ are we bringing our own provisions or are we banking on whatever anyone else supplies ?? ” curiosity rings out in her voice. it’s not like she isn’t strapped for cash anymore, anyways.

Lyla wasn’t really sure. She never actually got a personal invite for parties. She always just heard about them in passing. “Uh, yeah. I guess.” Nodding her head, she averted her gaze to some place other than the girl in front of her. “I want to assume they’ll have stuff there, but i’ll probably bring a bottle of something. if you want to join in.” she offered. lyla enjoyed the hard liquor, and not the fruity kind they usually had at these parties. 

[lyla-jacobs]

finnmichaels​:

finn didn’t trust many people. he was pretty cautious about those he allowed to actually be his friends. he had a lot of acquaintances. lyla was one of the exceptions. “why is that surprising? i’m a joy to be around.” he smiled. “i already had signs being made. too late.” his hand dropped to unbutton the shirt on his mid section. it was already almost half way undone as it was. “you know you will.” a laugh left his lips as he found himself stepping into the water and taking a dive underneath. conversation forgotten by now.

she flashed him a stupid smile as he spoke. obviously she knew he was joking. she enjoyed the way people were around her. they kept their distance. she only let a few people in and even then, it was still at the surface. she watched him dive into the water before returning her gaze to the sketchbook. picking up her pencil, her small strokes turned into bigger ones, and she began to focus more and more. she wasn’t sure how much time had passed, and she definitely didn’t notice finn coming up to her until she felt a drop of water on her tshirt. “how was it?”

[lyla-jacobs]

gcbmorales​:

He had heard that Lyla was back in town. Heard it months ago but Gabriel had been too nervous to go see her and as time went on he got the feeling that she didn’t want to see him. Not that he could blame her for it, while the break up was mutual, it wasn’t easy. He could understand why she still wanted to keep her distance from him. At least he got to hear about her from his friends, he would act casual when Lyla’s name was brought up, ask how she was doing, and hang onto any detail heard about her. It was pathetic, he knew that, but he was too scared to go see her. So when she slammed into him on the docks, it had been a blessing and a nightmare. Lyla had bent over to pick up the book she dropped but he knew it was her the moment she spoke, a voice he’d never forget. Hearing the ‘oh fuck’ as she looked at him, he swallowed. The painful realization that his assumption had been right, she didn’t want to see him. Gabriel opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out, mouth closing tightly he glanced down at the ground. He debated just walking away, spare them both from this, his body however remained rooted to its spot. “I’m sorry.” He had no idea what he was saying, the apology being the first thing to slip from his lips. “For bumping into you, I didn’t see you there.” He added quietly, daring to look back up to her face.

She wasn’t trying to avoid him, but she definitely wasn’t looking to run into him. And that’s exactly what had happened. Every single time she was him around town, she would try to get the courage to go up and say something to him, but her heart would start pounding and then her mind ran wild. ‘what if he doesn’t want to see me?’ ‘what if he’s completely forgotten about me and moved on with his life?’ those thoughts swirled around her head every time she would see that curly mop of hair. She blinked, and inhaled as she slowly stood up, still being a whole foot smaller than him, she had to look up in order to see his face. For a moment, she forgot where she was. All those memories floating back to her head. The countless nights of them on the phone for hours while she was away at college. At least when they could actually get ahold of each other. The drawings she would leave him in his locker. Her heart started beating faster as she let out a small exhale. One that she had been holding in for a while. “Uh.” she let out, before closing her eyes for a split second to regain herself. “No, um. It was my fault. I was in a rush.” Her fingers tightened around the book in her arms as she looked up at his face. Pressing her lips together, she continued on to speak. “It’s nice to see you. Even if I ran you over.” Lyla tried to joke a bit, but it didn’t really hit as well as she wanted it to. 

[lyla-jacobs]

cchannings​:c

“ouch, that hurts” tone full of sarcasm, “you can’t deny I have a nice face. I mean ive heard that I have a really nice greek god jaw going on” now h as finding anyway to not move, and annoy her. just because she wanted him out of her way. “I knew that please the first some time was some bullshit.” rolling his eyes at her, “but I like it. So you sure you don’t need my help?” now he was just being an ass, on purpose.  

She really wasn’t listening to what he was saying. Nor, did she care much. she kept her grip tight on her sketchbook, something she was very protective of. “i’m sure.” she agreed. “I would much rather sketch a rock than sketch you.” she had done it before. sketched a rock that is. 

[lyla-jacobs]

it had been a while since lyla had even tried to make contact with gab. she had been back for months, and knew where he worked. she’d even find some way to see him, but her introvert nature made her chicken out to talk to him. somehow, he was always on the back of her mind. someone she was nervous to see. nervous she’d bump into him while on her way to the library or the coffee shop, or even to the ferry when she wanted to get off the island. the brunette grabbed her sketchbook and stood up, trying to get off the ferry before the crowd of people beat her to it. the docks. one of the places that she knew gab would be. and yet, she didn’t pay any mind to it as she shoved her way off the ferry, only slamming into someone and completely dropping her sketchbook. “oh fuck.” she muttered under her breath, her body dropping down to pick up the sketchbook. “’m sorry for slamming into you.” she said, lifting her gaze before letting in a small inhale of a breath. “oh fuck.” she said, her voice louder than it was before. 

@gcbmorales​

[lyla-jacobs]

finnmichaels​:

finn was used to the tourists. they came the same times every single year. he knew most of the locals though, whether they were pogues or kooks and tourists were just so eager on the island. “i have no doubt about that.” his eyes rolled at his friend. she knew he was itching for the water. “you’re not bad at it. though, i’m one of few people you actually speak with, lyla.” his feet took a few steps back, the water on his mind. “fine. i’ll be back in a few. don’t miss me too much.” 

she tried to keep her distance with a lot of people, not knowing if her inner bitch was going to come out. spoiler, it usually did. “yeah, you’re surprisingly not that bad, michaels.” she paused. “don’t tell anyone I said that. it’ll ruin my rep.” she eyed him watching him head towards the water, before rolling her eyes at his comment. “yeah,yeah.” she mumbled. the rush of the waves were peaceful to listen to, as she opened her sketchbook once more. 

[lyla-jacobs]

cchannings​:

He all but opened his mouth, pulling his glasses off.  He was about to say something completely rude, but she had added the ‘please’ so last minute.  Biting his tongue he glanced down at her, “there is literally an entire beach, for everyone. Am I really  in your way?” he wasn’t coming down to sunbath, or draw on some notebook like the other was.  He was bored, and maybe purposely seeking out some trouble. “You don’t want to use me as your muse or some shit?” smirk forming on his lips, as he sat his glasses atop his head.  

She widened her eyes and nodded, almost like ‘yeah. move.’ Lyla didn’t care much about people getting in her way but standing there for at least two minutes instead of just passing by irked her. “sadly, I don’t find rich douchebags to be fun to draw.” she pouted her lower lip and tilted her head a bit to the side. “so, move.”

[lyla-jacobs]

biancarosales​:

***

She’d agreed to meet one of her friends, but as she searched the crowd, she couldn’t find her. Bianca checked the time on her phone and scowled. Leave it to her to be late. She turned at the sound of someone speaking. She hadn’t even noticed her there, but she was now the unfortunate victim of her bad mood. “I’m glued to this spot actually. Sorry.” She smiled but there was nothing warm about it. “If it bothers you so much, there is a lovely bench just down the way.” She pointed to one far in the distance. 

Lyla really just looked up at the person in front of her and raised an eyebrow. “You’re more than welcome to go wait over there then, for whatever drug deal you’re waiting on.” Lyla snapped. She knew about Bianca. The all mighty. “I was here first, and I’m quite comfortable.” Ly nodded, shoving her feet out from under her, so they could be seen on the sand instead of underneath her tshirt. 

[lyla-jacobs]

samcvnaugh​:

the water. at least i was. " until i interrupted you, right? “ he spoke, shaking his head and he could feel drops of water fly everywhere from the dark, wet locks on the top of his head. it’s calming. serene. that was something the two of them could agree on. moving to take a seat next to her, he fell down on the sand and the warmth sent waves of shock through him for a split second. sam loved the water and ever since his mother had passed away, music and the ocean had been something that had kept his mind sane. ” i agree with you on that, " he spoke, staring at the ocean in front of them. " the ocean is some of the most terrifying and beautiful experience in the world, “ he spoke, before turning his head to look at lyla. sam’s hands had sand on them, as he had used them to adjust his position on the sand.

“you did.” she said, rather bluntly. the water coming off of his hair hit her arm as she gritted her teeth. lyla definitely wasn’t expecting the male to sit down next o her as her back stiffened a bit. “us, as a human species, have only discovered about a quarter of the ocean. there’s things that could crush us down there.” she thought that was fascinating. the ocean was a fascinating place and she liked drawing it, not swimming in it. 

[lyla-jacobs]

hypnctizcd​:

A BRIEF ROLL OF HER EYES is followed by a scoff. she decides against continuing the small debate, more curious about the apparent party. “ another kegger, huh ?? that shit’s, like, never-ending, it feels. —but sure, i’ll come with !! ” zelda’s never one to skip on a party, enjoying the time to drink and hang out with friends, even possibly befriending new people. it can definitely be argued that the pair would be going for different reasons.

lucky that her friend just completely ignored the other conversation, she rocked back on her heels. nodding, her lips pressed into a thin straight line. that was her smiling. “cool. I think it starts at 7 but really i’ve just been hearing around, so I can try to find more details about it.” she spoke softly. her usually tone wasn’t apparent, and whenever she didn’t want that snarky attitude of hers to pop out, her voice usually ended up being softer than she wanted it to be.