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@ranierdays-blog
[sms] hey idk where this rumor that im dead came from [sms] but it’s not true
[text ; jesse] oh well thats good to hear [text ; jesse] why does everyone thing you’re dead then?
[sms: gianna] idk i think Dante is spreading it [sms: gianna] you disappear from a party to nap for and hour and suddenly everyone assumes you’re dead
[sms] hey idk where this rumor that im dead came from [sms] but it's not true
blocked number ➭ all
SMS: death valley strikes again! you’ve heard it here first, folks: jesse ranier, presumed dead. x
paigemulaney:
Paige turned as she heard a voice shouting. “Not mine!” she retorted, trying to match his enthusiasm, “why are we playing this game?” she asked.
“It’s my house!” He answers her back, because it is. Well, technically it’s ASP’s house, but he helps pay the rent. “Get people hype. Drink?”
“One of these days, ASP is going to get shut down,” Jesse says to himself, as he sees Kendall’s insta story. Louder, he shouts, as he walks into the living room of the frat house: “Who’s house is this?”
oh-my-aubrey:
“Yeah no I just mean that it’s- c’mon, it’s mean girls. You’re not catering to fans of musicals you’re pandering to fans of the source material. But I have been known to dip into that ‘I’m not like other girls’ complex so this could just be some warped sense of superiority thing.” Aubrey decides it’s best not to comment on how fetch or not fetch he is, and certainly doesn’t even consider any kind of ‘your hair looks sexy pushed back’ reference.
She puts her hands up in mock surrender. “I never said Great Comet was bad. Hello I take creative writing, I love Tolstoy.” Ah- so he has a challenge to rise too? Well, Aubrey gets that. “And lemme guess, you’re gonna be one of the few to nail that note.”
“Do not try to take away my dream of some hot girl telling me my hair looks sexy pushed back, because I’m up for Aaron if we do it, and I want to be told by some hot girl that my hair looks sexy pushed back,” he says, all in one breath. Fucking theater majors with their stupidly practiced lungs. “Also, who’s to say that fans of mean girls aren’t fans of musical theater? I’m a fan of mean girls and musical theater.”
“Of course I’m going to nail that note,” Jesse tells her, confidently. He turns back to his laptop, pulling a headphone out and opening a new tab. He puts “Pierre & Anatole” on, then skips to the end and hands her the headphone. “You need to hear it, it’s fucking iconic.”
sadieeh:
She hated to admit it, but he had a good point. The school was terrible at holding students to the code of conduct, so why should the students do any better? “The police let him go because he didn’t do it, though,” Sadie said, thinking back. At least that’s what the school had said. That’s what the police had said. “Why would they let him go if he did it?”
“Wyatt did it,” Jesse says, matter-of-factly, as if he was there to witness it. He wasn’t, but he followed the whole situation carefully, and the way Wyatt acted at his first hearing was that of a guilty man. “I have no idea what made them let him out, but he was guilty as hell.”
wydwest:
“Pasta that fucking bad?” Kendall asked, eyes wandering to the bowl resting in their hands. It wasn’t too late to turn around, to switch out their bowl with something better. Something like a grilled cheese, or even mashed potatoes. They hadn’t seen the kid a day in their life, but honestly, they felt like they could trust his opinion on something like this. They blamed being let down at this school one-too-many times.
“Nah, it’s this insta page I’m looking at,” Jesse says, looking up at the source of the voice asking about the pasta. The dining hall’s known for having some pretty bad food, but it’s pasta can always be replied upon to be vaguely okay. “Dining hall’s pasta is usually fine.”
wydprince:
“I’ll have you know the nurses said I was a ten when I came out the womb,” Ian said, puffing his chest out as the corners of his lips twitched upwards. It was the truth and Ian’s mother had written it very proudly in his baby book. That was besides the point, however. Ian surveyed the page in front of him, nodding his head in approval. “Blackmail- I like it. With a page as convincing as this, how could they say no, though? Maybe we should photoshop some of the faculties faces onto donkeys to solidify our point.”
“All babies are fat and ugly out of the womb,” Jesse informs him. “If the nurses told your mother that, then they were lying and I wouldn’t trust them to take care of a pet rock.”
He laughs, though, when Ian suggests putting the faculty’s faces onto donkeys. “Dude, I fucking love that. Comedic genius. Really makes up for your disgusting face.”
sadieeh:
Her eyes widened a little at his mention of blackmail, an edge of distrust creeping up around her chest. Did he send her that text? Did he know what she was doing at night?
She was so distracted thinking about it that his last question thoroughly surprised her. “Death Valley?” She drew back, concerned before the idea really dawned on her. “Because of… Last year? Don’t you think that’s a little insensitive?”
“Yeah, dude,” he says. Maybe it was insensitive, but it’s not like the school cared about that kind of shit. He remembers the carnival “celebrating” Riley’s life. “Do you think the West Valley Board of Directors gives a shit? They let an almost convicted murderer get his degree instead of sending him right back to prison.”
Are you going to sign the petition to turn West Valley into Death Valley? Check out our facebook page!
and reveal that my long-dead facebook account is still active? yeah, right. try again when you can ask me in person.
sadieeh:
“That’s how we do it here in the Valley,” Sadie said with a disgusted smile. That aftertaste was never going to go away. She was pretty sure her tongue would be bright green pretty soon too. She felt more comfortable as Jesse took another sip, shrugging. “I’m 21, so I’m not going to worry about anyone else.”
“I mean, same,” he says, with a slight shrug. “I’m mostly just paying attention for blackmail purposes. Petitions have to start somewhere. By the way, will you sign my petition to rename the school to ‘Death Valley University’?”
oh-my-aubrey:
“Mean Girls.” Aubrey’s eyebrows popped up, and she did not hide her distaste a second time. “How predictable. Great Comet as in the adaptation from a segment of War and Peace, though? That hasn’t been over-done, guess depends on how much your director care about having the theatre totally packed with people who think you’re ‘so fetch’ though.” She grins- Jesse knows she’s in cheer?? “Yeah, I am. Hey- more likely than you think, back when I was a freshman we had this one event where the pyramid formation was changed last minute and everyone flipped out. I get it, having no direction is totally frustrating.”
“You know Mean Girls wasn’t on Broadway until last year, right? Please, tell me you know that. It’s not even a year old, it can’t be overdone yet,” he says, and this time he actually turns to look at her, fingers paused over the keys on his keyboard. “And a whole theater thinking I’m fetch doesn’t sound too bad, actually.”
He rolls his eyes at her limited knowledge of Great Comet. “Great Comet is actually really good, thanks. I didn’t get to see it live while it was running, but all the bootlegs look incredible. Besides, Anatole hits this really high note at the end of one of the songs, and it’s nearly impossible for people to hit.”
wydprince:
“Solid fucking yikes,” Ian jokes, a hearty laugh falling from his lips. This was what he liked, what he needed. The banter and the teasing was just what made him feel like he wasn’t dying again. Like he was normal- like his body wasn’t decaying as he spoke. “We all start somewhere, I have faith that by the end of the year, we’ll be attending Death Valley University.”
“Really, you just have the ugliest face imaginable,” he says, deadpan, before switching tabs on his laptop and turning it to show to Ian. Jesse’s actually in the middle of making a Facebook page for their cause, albeit it’s very badly done on purpose. “If the petition doesn’t work out, we can always hold the Wyatt Ewing thing over their heads.”
sadieeh:
“It’s mostly vodka, I’m pretty sure. But maybe a good disaster?” she suggests, trying to convince him to be her wingman tonight. It doesn’t need to be spoken. She just needs someone to watch her back and it can’t be Taylor cause she can’t tell her that she’s forsaking all her values and getting wasted with strangers.
Taylor would just worry. But Sadie was tired of worrying. She tasted some and her nose wrinkled immediately, but she managed to swallow a decent mouthful. “Gosh, that’s disgusting.”
“Getting shitfaced with strangers, what a wonderful way to begin the year,” he says, and takes a bigger sip of the vodka monstrosity he’s holding in his hand. Jesse snorts out a laugh at her reaction, completely expecting it. To be fair, he did warn her. “It must be all the fuckin’ vodka they put in it. Is this even allowed to be served to us? There are underage people here.”
wydprince:
“Petition a no-go?” Ian joked, setting his water on the table before sitting in front of Jesse. He hadn’t ate much yet, his stomach too violent to keep anything down at the moment. A perk of all his medication, really. He’d lost ten pounds over the summer alone and it was only time before someone started to wonder. “Or did you just see my face reflected on the computer?”
“No, it was the reflection of your ugly ass face on my screen,” he says, only half serious. Actually, he’s not serious at all, and it’s just the joy he gets from making fun of his friends that makes him say it. Jesse doesn’t move any of his shit as Ian sits down, and he doesn’t feel bad about it one bit. “Petition is still in the beginning stages.”
