“i’d like to see you try,” he said with a laugh since he was 60% sure he could take lucas in a fight. “i would walk away if you cried on me,” he was awkward around sad people and lucas knew that, “but what do you want to do for the work?” it was easy to talk to lucas like a normal person instead of a freaking pyscho who just stares and randomly stutters out a sentence.
“i know you will,” lucas replied. riven had all but done so before; lucas was always very careful to be alone when he cried, however. he shrugged. “i dunno, like... it’s chem. we put shit in other shit.” he tapped his hands on his desk though, trying to think of an idea. “i dunno, we could do something with buffer solutions? assuming everyone else isn’t doing that. i’m guessing titrations will be more popular.”
denver had one of his air pods in his ear. though when he felt some boy grab him he paused and looked over him. it was a lucas. a small smile took his lips and he snorted. “first born you say? you might have just screwed yourself because i hate kids.” he said with a cheeky smile. “though if you tell me that it’s your first husband we may have a deal, mate.”
lucas blinked for a moment, mouth opening and closing like a fish’s until he figured out that denver didn’t mean that he wanted to be his first husband. didn't make his cheeks any less red. “well, that’s assuming i ever get married, you can have him.” lucas gritted his teeth; a child assumed he’d get married, this was all hypotheticals here. “um, but like, you get what i mean. i’ll owe you.” he exhales, “do you actually have a calculator, though?”
“I did it!” the redhead announcing, bouncing up and down in excitement. “I got my nipples pierced! It hurt like a bitch and they were really sore for a while, but my tits look amazing! Do you want to see them?” Ashley asked, not even waiting for an answer before she was opening her shirt, flashing the other person. “Don’t they look great?!”
lucas was barely able to keep up with what ashley was saying before she pulled her fucking top up. he threw his hands in front of his eyes, cussing, “jesus fucking-.” he shook his head, still hiding. “oh my god, can you- please put those away? i’m sure they’re very tasteful piercings, i don’t need to see them.”
sometimes, lucas wondered where his head was at. he’d prepared for this advanced calc test, the first of the semester, all last night, had been sure to pack extra mechanical pencils and his good eraser, and now, five minutes before it was due to start, he realized he’d forgotten his calculator. he was already sweating, this close to having an anxiety attack, and he broke out of his usual shyness to grab onto the first passerby. “hey, i’m so sorry to bother you, but i will give you my firstborn child for a calculator.”
“I know I’m not a first choice for a partner, but I’ll try my best to communicate with you, I do put in my effort in class so don’t think that you’d do this alone.” @harwickstarters
lucas gave a snort, nudging his best friend playfully with his elbow. “shut up,” he chided. “i didn’t think i’d be doing this alone if i’d be doing it with you. in fact,” he gives riven a faux-serious look. “if you drop the ball on this project, i will hurt you.” no, he couldn’t even pull that off as a joke. “okay, i won’t, but i’ll be disappointed. i might even cry.”
“Are you kidding me?”, Lucia asked frustratingly before closing the book that she was reading. “Dios mio, men could be so disappointing at times.”
“agreed,” lucas replied, without really thinking much of it, or who he was speaking to. or, in fact, that he, a man, was the one talking. “i mean... we are. usually. myself included, i guess.” he shakes his head, looking back down at his heavily annotated copy of hamlet. “uh, why are they disappointing? in this instance.”
[ ━ alex wolff. cis male. he/him. ] my name is LUCAS BOYD, i am a SEVENTEEN year old JUNIOR from MAXWELL academy, and i’ve been a student for THREE YEARS. people always say i’m TIMID & ANXIOUS but i think the fact that i’m HARD-WORKING & KINDHEARTED makes up for it. they also think of me as THE TIMOROUS but i’m not sure why. there is one thing that nobody knows about me, though, and it’s that I HID MY MOTHER’S ALCOHOLISM UNTIL SHE DIED IN A DRUNK DRIVING ACCIDENT. [ stella. 22. est. she/her. ]
hello all. i’m in desperate search of miss sarah tonin and so here i am, joining another rp. lucas is my baby and i’m always here for character development so let’s see how this transpires !!! if you wanna plot with me like this or hmu on discord.
history. (alcoholism tw, violence tw, death tw, child abuse tw)
tl;dr - boy terrified of being taken from mother hides her alcoholism from the authorities until she dies in a drunk driving accident, goes to live with rich deadbeat dad, continues to blame himself for mothers death
born to young single mother, florence weber, and isaac boyd, who left before lucas could remember him.
florence struggled with alcoholism for most of her life, and while she was clean for a few years, she relapsed when lucas was about seven. when he arrived at school in dirty clothes, without lunch packed for him, on a regular basis, alarms were raised, and lucas was told he might be taken from his mother and sister. the idea terrified him.
his mother managed to recover with the help of her social worker, and they had nearly two years of good times, where they went on camping trips, his mom helped him do homework. she was there to see him win first prize at his fourth grade science fair. but once lucas started middle school, his mother relapsed again.
desperate to hide his mother’s condition, he started to take care of himself and his little sister. he learned to do the laundry, make his own food, to pay the bills and the rent with his mom’s bank account. in the eighth grade, though, his mother lost her job, and it wasn’t long afterwards that lucas had an asthma attack, and his mother, panicked and drunk, rushed him to the hospital and crashed into another car head-on. lucas was the only survivor.
lucas blames himself for the death of his mother and the man in the other car; he hid her drinking problem for years, and as a result she never got help. he tells everyone his mom died in a car crash, but not that she was drunk when it happened. nor does he tell anyone the extent to which he hid her disorder, or that she was even an alcoholic.
after her death, cps picked him up and contacted his father, isaac boyd, who had, since leaving florence, completed medical school, became a successful surgeon, married a woman named kathlyn, and had two daughters, louisa, age 6, and rosalie, age 3.
while isaac has adopted lucas and his sister, he doesn’t necessarily like to have them around, and sent them off to maxwell and harwick as soon as he could. the boyds keep him taken care of financially, but isaac and kathlyn don’t care to look after him emotionally. in general, they pretend he doesn’t exist. this isn’t common knowledge at school.
personality.
Anxiety(tm) (also depression and ptsd from that car crash)
big hufflepuff energy
extremely type a, perfectionist by nature
kind of a crybaby
a Smort Boye, gets excellent grades
uselessly gay
quite introverted and awkward
a compulsive caretaker with a deep-rooted fear of abandonment
classes.
english iii
advanced calculus
chemistry
general pe
us history
spanish
home ec
web design & programming
clubs.
national honors society
scholastic decathlon
marching band, trumpet
wanted connections.
bad influence/unlikely friend
helpless crush, or maybe even a bf????????? who knows but he’s probably not that lucky
lowkey academic rival
these wanteds are so bare bones bUT PLEASE HMU WE’LL PLOT ANYTHING OUT
Do you ever feel weird? Weird? Yeah. Sometimes I feel like I’m always on the outside. What do you mean? Like tonight, you know… I was at that party and it was fun, but… it kinda felt like I was watching it from across the room.
Life is unfair. you put someone first who puts you second. you study your ass off for a final only to get a C. you give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. you’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. it seems like you’re giving everyone everything and they’re just walking away with it.
