.｡.:*☆ ya girl

[ stranded ] on the heat wave, burning with desire she was on the sidewalk looking for a nightlife talked about the R E A L thing and drove into the {fire} headlights on the highway the desert wind is howling rattlesnakes and romance are spilling with the rain candy apple red dress B L E E D I N G when she kissed me heaven in a rag top takes away my pain

[takemealivelh]

Fiona looked at the other while laying down, her head comfortable against a pillow, she opened her eyes only when Reyna mentioned the word tired. She was tired, too. Tired of not doing anything besides extra papers due to god-knows-when. “I heard”, she said with a hoarse voice and a soft smile, “there’s a lake not far away from here, we can go check it out if you want”

[rcynv-blog]

“Sure,” she nodded, staring over at Fiona with half-lidded eyes. Reyna was beginning to grow tired from laying in bed, and she wanted nothing more than to get out of the house. Typically, she wasn’t the outdoorsy type, but she was willing to step out of her comfort zone, just for company. 

[fairchildxari-deactivated201703]

“Well…” Ariella grinned at the other, tilting her head to the side slightly as she thought about it. “I know a great restaurant. Italian. And it’s cheap, I don’t even know how. Their sauce is made of actual tomatoes. It’s nearly lunch time, and I have my car around here. So… We could go together?”

[rcynv-blog]

“Really? Yeah, let’s do it!” The girl practically shook with excitement. It’d been so long since she’d hung out with anyone, she’d been shut in the last couple of days, coping with her loss. She was so ready to get back out there, really experience college life, make new friends. The whole nine yards. “I’m starving.” 

[ftomakaio]

“There’s a record store not to far from here, its really cool and give off the urban outfitter type of aesthetic.”

[rcynv-blog]

“Really?” Though she’d grown up down the street, she couldn’t recall ever being inside the store he was talking about. “Did it just open? Wanna take me?”

[kaydenstone-blog]

In all honesty, Kayden sometimes thought that his college classes were beneath his intellect. Sometimes he found the problems too easy to complete, or that they didn’t really challenge him at all. It wouldn’t be uncommon for some people to think that was stuck up of him, it probably was, but he’d felt that way since his high school classes too. Whenever Kayden was home and he’d show his homework or essays to his father, the older man would say the same – that his teachers should pick harder questions or topics to base their papers on – Kayden agreed, and by nature it had become his pattern of thinking too. When he saw the brunette struggling with the question, Kayden tried his hardest not to jump in and just finish it for her. He didn’t think Reyna was stupid of course, but Kayden wanted to give her the best chance at figuring it out herself before he stood in. “You don’t need me sneaking in, trust me, you’re probably smarter than the rest of your class.” He offered a small smile before chuckling. “Although I would look good in a wig, probably. You could do my makeup too if you really wanted to sell it.” His smile turned into a grin before he rubbed his neck slightly. Hanging out wasn’t something that Kayden did – he was a frequent study date-r, late night cram-er and occasionally dabbled in group projects. But ‘hanging out’ was foreign – did that make them friends? More than friends? Crushes? Social rules, to Kayden, were like reading another language for the first time. “Well if you really can’t crack it – I wouldn’t mind getting a milkshake. I’ll even pay for one for you, too. Long as it’s not chocolate – that’s the worst flavor.” 

[rcynv-blog]

“Oh the flattery,” Reyna shook her head, a smug smile remaining on her face. Even if she was smarter than most of her class, she knew she needed to pass this test. It wasn’t like she could just fail, not while her parents were going through such a hard time. She needed to keep it together, continue to impress them with her grades and achievements. “Doesn’t mean I don’t struggle, though.” The brunette couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the thought of him in a wig, or with makeup on. “I’d take you up on that offer. Halloween is right around the corner, Kayden. I’ll totally let you dress up as me, won’t even sue you.” Reyna hadn’t even stopped long enough to think about the upcoming holiday, or what she planned on doing. Truthfully, she probably wouldn’t even bother going out, let alone dressing up. She’d been laying in bed, watching romantic comedy movies and studying her ass off in between them. “The worst flavor?” The female scoffed at him, her hand resting over her heart, a look of hurt draped over her delicate features. “Chocolate is incredible, Kayden. I can’t believe you’d ever say something like that. I don’t know,” she paused, scoffing once more. “I don’t know if we can still be friends.” After a few more seconds of giving him the side eye, between quiet giggles, Reyna crossed her arms over her chest. “Strawberry. My flavor of choice.” 

[rcynv-blog]

“I’m tired of laying around,” she sighed, turning to the person beside her. “I just need something to do. Any suggestions?” The girl offered a soft smile, genuinely curious in any ideas they had. After spending the last couple days laying in bed and crying, she was ready to put that behind her, really put herself out there again. “Can be anything.”

[rcynv-blog]

“I can’t take it anymore,” she whined, leaning back in her chair. “That problem is super hard, Kayden, I can’t figure it out.” Reyna had been staring at the single problem for what seemed like hours, her brain just wasn’t cooperating with her. "Maybe you could just sneak in during my exam and take over for me,” she grinned over at him, before reaching across the table and grabbing a fry, only to slather it in ketchup. “No one’ll ever know.” She was quick to pop the fry in her mouth, still staring over at him. Reyna wasn’t exactly sure how casual this interaction was, if it was just a study date, or if the two actually liked each other enough to consider it as something more. She’d be lying if she claimed she wasn’t attracted to the male, he was very attractive, smart, super kind. Definitely boyfriend material, someone you’d want to have a long-term relationship with. Marriage, even. He was raised right, that was evident. After her past, though, Reyna wasn’t entirely sure if she deserved something like that. Not after screwing her sister’s boyfriend behind her back, secretly taking a sledgehammer to their already fragile relationship. “I can’t stare at this anymore,” she mumbled, quickly moving to close her laptop, as if she’d change her mind if she waited too long. “We could just hangout. Eat.” @kaydenstone

[damoncallowayarchive-deactivate]

It wasn’t all that difficult to figure out that Reyna was enjoying this, the pleasant buzz from the weed as well as his hand on her hip. She had a soft smile on her mouth and her eyes looked half-lidded. He wondered whether she was aware of the way she’d begun to trail her fingers up and down his arm, like a wordless request for more contact, something he was hesitant to do but curious about nonetheless. He laughed at her protest, less than shocked to hear that she’d never stolen anything, and the story about sneaking out of her parents’ house to get drunk came off as nothing short of endearing. The last time Damon had been that blissfully innocent he’d been in sixth grade. Seventh grade had introduced cigarettes and weed, eighth grade he’d first tried alcohol, and by the time he’d been a freshman in high school stealing booze from the grocery store had become an art form. Sliding his hand onto her midriff from her hip, fingers skimming along sensitive skin peeking out from the waistline of her jeans, he watched her face carefully for any sign that she was uncomfortable. “I dunno, Reyna, sneaking out of your parents’ house is pretty crazy. Hardened criminal behavior if you ask me.” He couldn’t tell for certain if she was joking when she said called their current situation wild, if her being alone with a boy was really a big deal in her mind, and decided in the end that she was being entirely serious. “Totally wild,” he agreed, fingers pressing into her lower belly, selfishly curious to see how far she’d let him go, arrogantly positive he could take this little crush she’d developed and turn it into an infatuation. When the tips of his fingers brushed beneath her jeans, sliding along the material of the panties she had on underneath, it was with a cruel lack of good intention. “Alright, now tell me something you want to do that you never have,” his voice was light, casual, but with an undertone of some much darker promise. “Anything. Crazy or not.”

[rcynv-blog]

Reyna hadn’t had the craziest life, in fact, her life was the exact opposite. She did well in school, her parents always pinned her honor roll certificates on the fridge while she was growing up, never once did she get herself in trouble - not even a single call from any of her teachers. She was a model child, other parents often ogled at her achievements, wished their children would follow the path she’d beaten. The girl hadn’t even kissed anyone until her sophomore year of high school, then lost her virginity during her senior year. Her lack of experience was evident, something that radiated off of her, as if the word innocent was tattooed across her forehead. Hell, she’d only slept with two people in her entire life, the second being Val’s boyfriend - and she couldn’t tell anyone about that. “Thought so,” she joked, a shrug of her narrow jacket clad shoulders followed. Reyna knew she wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, she wasn’t brave or spontaneous. She didn’t go out seeking thrills or excitement - she was surprised Damon had even taken any interest in her whatsoever, even as just a friend. The brunette’s breath caught in her throat after Damon’s fingers trailed along the brim of her panties, an undeniable pit of anxiety tightened in her gut. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t down before, though she was still trying to get used to intimate situations like this one. “Something I’ve never done?” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, her mind fogged by his touch, though it was soft and slow - almost comforting, if his fingers weren’t threatening to slip past the cotton waistband. Her breathing had quickened, it was evident, something you couldn’t overlook. “I’ve always wanted to go skydiving or bungee jumping, you know?” She gleamed up at him, her eyes bright, though half-lidded. “Or like.. There are other things, too. Like, I just need experiences. I haven’t done much, really. I want to go to parties and go home with drunken frat boys that’ll forget my name. To get wasted and pass out on someone’s lawn. Like the movies. I want my crazy teen years.”

[damoncallowayarchive-deactivate]

“Lumberjack vibes,” he echoed, a note of amusement in his voice stringing the words together. “Nice. I’ll consider it as a career option if the game industry doesn’t work out.” Looking at her like this when she sat up, hair a mess, lips parted, cheeks flushed, Damon felt guilty for the cocaine sitting on the coffee table. His grin slipped for a second in which he mused on the series of decisions he’d been making since being broken up with, but he didn’t allow himself to dwell. There was no point making himself miserable. She took the hit well and he was entirely pleased to see the heightened color on her cheeks when he pulled away; he thought she was probably aware of it too, because she was quick to lie back down and plant her head in his lap like before. “Yeah, that’s because you didn’t inhale it directly. I mean, you’ll barely get anything off that much, but I think you’re feeling it already anyway.” He was shifting beneath her when he heard her last comment like an afterthought, like something she might not have meant to say out loud. Probably wouldn’t have said out loud had she not been stoned. He looked down at her with that big grin on her face and couldn’t help laughing. It was a little bit like being back in middle school, seeing that look on somebody’s face. Like it was the first time she’d ever had a crush on somebody. Once again he let his hand fall to her hip, an innocent gesture at any other time except that right now, Damon was very purposefully trying to get a reaction. “Alright, tell me the wildest thing you’ve ever done. Stealing a pair of earrings from a department store doesn’t count.”

[rcynv-blog]

The girl couldn’t help the faint giggles that bubbled from her throat and pushed past her lips. It was the first time she’d actually found herself having a good time since her sister’s passing, which was nice, seeing as she’d been spending her nights in tears. It was a nice change, one she wouldn’t trade for anything - except maybe having her sister back. “I feel nice,” she nodded, moving her hand to run across his forearm, her fingers dancing across the tanned skin there. The closeness of the whole situation was comforting, something she didn’t get too often. Even though Reyna was definitely a touchy person, she often felt like it was too much, therefore she refrained from it often. She didn’t want to scare anyone off. “The wildest thing I’ve ever done?” The girl exhaled slowly, before staring up at him with a pucker on her lips - her usual thinking face. “I’ve never stolen anything,” she whined. She was genuinely a clean cut girl, someone who refrained from anything that could ruin her life. She’d never done anything bad, she smoked the occasional cigarette, and had smoked weed one other time. But, she generally stayed in her comfort zone. It almost made her wonder what kind of stuff Damon was really doing, if stealing wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Reyna sat in silence for a few moments, simply running her fingers up and down his arm, just trying to think of something, anything, to answer with. She didn’t do anything bad, not usually, at least. She’d been sleeping with her sister’s boyfriend, but she was ashamed of that, and there was no way she wanted anyone ever finding out about that. Especially not since Val has passed away. “One time I climbed out my window and went to a party. My parents never found out. Got totally drunk and then stumbled home.” The girl smiled up at him, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m a good girl, you know? I’ve never done anything that crazy.” She wasn’t afraid to admit her innocence, seeing as she was still looking for some excitement in her life. She wanted to get out and live, she didn’t want to end up old and boring - someone with no stories to tell. “This is pretty wild, though, right? I’m at a boy’s house smoking drugs,” she bit at her lip. ”Can’t be tamed, Damon.” 

[damoncallowayarchive-deactivate]

A highly amused grin plastered itself to Damon’s face when Reyna dropped her head into his lap, pleased to see that although she didn’t seem to realize it, that second hit must have gotten to her. He dropped one of his hands to her waist, arm draped across her middle, fingers curling comfortably around her hip. She was easy to make blush and that encouraged him, interested to see what kinds of reactions he could evoke. She was by far more innocent than any girl he’d ever had in his apartment, and although he hadn’t invited her here with any intention whatsoever of leading it in this direction, he couldn’t help toying with her. It was too much fun. “How am I trying to kill you?” he laughed, eyebrow quirking when her hand reached up to touch his cheek, her fingers dragging lightly across the accumulated stubble on his face that had just about gotten to the point where it warranted the term beard. “I haven’t shaved in a few days. It’s not usually this long,” he said, reaching up to run his palm over the short hairs on the other side. “I mean, I usually have some stubble, torturing my ex with beard burn was always fun.” Reaching over to the table, careful not to disrupt Reyna’s head, he grabbed the joint from the ashtray and lit it back up. “Hey, you wanna try something? You can still get smoke but you don’t have to take a drag. Sit up a second.” He waited for her to do that, angling himself on the couch so he was facing her, a smirk forming on his lips. “Just open your mouth. I’m gonna share my hit with you.” Sucking in a burning lungful, he set the joint back down and leaned forwards, a hand going to Reyna’s cheek and cupping her jaw. He might have been about to kiss her, stopping only when their lips were a breath apart and blowing the smoke into her mouth. He lingered there a moment, intent on seeing a deepened blush when he pulled back. “Just pull that into your lungs. It’s not that much, it shouldn’t even make you cough.”

[rcynv-blog]

“I’m just gonna sit here and choke to death, because of you,” she whined, her finger delivering a poke to his cheek. Reyna was unaware of the effects of the drugs, mostly her eyelids felt heavy and she didn’t feel like moving much. It felt like she could’ve laid there for the rest of the week, if she really wanted to. “I kinda like it,” she cooed, continuing to work her hand across his face. “Lumberjack vibes.” His face was far from being one of a lumberjack, but in her hazy state of mind, Reyna couldn’t think of anything more appropriate. The girl was finally getting comfortable and easily settling in to the couch, finally relaxing. His request emitted a whine from her, though she still sat up and stared over at him, her eyes red and her hair a mess. She couldn’t recall a time she’d ever felt the way she did now, it was almost indescribable. She found herself staring over at him almost blankly, her eyes glassy, her mouth partially agape. If she was actually sober, she would’ve felt embarrassed, but now she didn’t care - her appearance was the last thing on her mind. It took her a second to comprehend what he was saying, though when he leaned in she opened her mouth, before sucking the smoke into her lungs. She sat there for a moment, before exhaling and cocking her head at him, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. She almost wondered why he hadn’t tried to kiss her, and if she thought about it long enough, she probably would’ve felt insecure. “That’s better,” she nodded, leaning over to lay in his lap once more, her actions swift to avoid him noticing the blush that had crept to her cheeks. Plus, she couldn’t stand sitting up any longer. “It didn’t hurt my throat as much.” Reyna rolled over onto her back, allowing herself to really stare up at him, taking in each of his features. Damon was an attractive guy, and Reyna couldn’t deny the crush she’d began to develop on him. “You’re cute,” she whispered, a large smile on her face - one she didn’t bother trying to hide. 

[rcynv-blog]

✉️ pearl

Pearl: they're pretty wild idk

Pearl: but if ur feeling it

Reyna: how wild could they get

Reyna: in middle school i volunteered at a soup kitchen for like two days

Reyna: they were all rlly nice like ... not crazy at all

[rcynv-blog]

✉️ pearl

Pearl: oh snap can't believe i just went kill bill sirens defending the homeless

Pearl: and people say i'm heartless

Reyna: no but its rlly nice of u guys

Reyna: can i come sometime it sounds fun

[kaydenstone-blog]

Sometimes the distain he held under the surface for his father shined through, and those weren’t Kayden’s proudest moments. He tried not to let it happen too often, but sometimes sly comments slipped through here and there and he had to pull himself back. The boy hadn’t been pulled up on it too much, only by a few teachers and class mates – but thankfully never by his mom or father. He knew the impression it gave, or that some people could say that he was being ungrateful considering all that his father had done for him – but they had to know more of the history before they judged the book by its cover. A small smile spread on his face when he noticed that the girl seemed distracted enough from her earlier sadness. Kayden didn’t like seeing anyone upset, but it was somewhat harder seeing Reyna upset – she tried so hard to hide it, but he could see right through it. “Community college would probably be beneath you, though. I’m glad they worked to get you here.” He shrugged his shoulders at the compliment, meaning every word he said. “I don’t know what it’d feel like – what you guys’re going through.” Kayden chewed his lip, glancing around the room slightly. “They know you’re okay, right? I mean in this whole lock down thing? ‘Cause my dad kind of called up and convinced them to let me have my phone – you could text them if you wanted to, if it’d help at all.” 

[rcynv-blog]

The girl couldn’t help but smile at his words. “Community college is more affordable, though.” Reyna always felt bad about the debt she was getting her parents into, though she had very intention to pay it back, no mater how many times they told her it wasn’t necessary. Her family wasn’t rich, by any means, but they were comfortable. They could have the occasional dinner out, or her parents would treat them to concerts and things like that every chance they could. It wasn’t a bad way to live. Reyna’s gaze fell to the table when he started talking about her situation again. She knew she’d have to talk about it eventually, but it’d take time for her to become comfortable with the topic. “It sucks,” she nodded, not lifting her eyes from the tabletop. “Feels like someone ripped this piece out of me, like there’s a big, bloody, gaping hole there now. And it just keeps bleeding everywhere and I can’t seem to sew it up, not matter how hard I try.” She shook her head, finally looking up at him. “I hope you never have to go through something like this, honestly.” Reyna shrugged her shoulders in response to his offer, not really worrying about it all that much. Her parents were probably worried, but if she called she knew her mother would just be sobbing into the phone, and she didn’t want to deal with that again today. She was trying to be strong, to be okay about the situation, but it was hard when everyone around her was crying all the time. “It’s okay. I’ll just - talk to them later.” 

[cmilic-deactivated20181222]

“We’re all just Mark-s trying to get by in a world full of David-s.”  Emilie mused, laughter bubbling off her lips.  “I can only hope that his new girlfriend will be equally well-versed in the art of writing on clothing tags, and that when their relationship ends they can take a ceremonial trip to Goodwill to donate the remnants of their relationship together”

[rcynv-blog]

“Relationship goals.” Reyna couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from her throat. “I think you should just accept it’s yours now, though. I don’t think Mark wants to dig up any of his skeletons. That’s just me, though. He could totally be stalking her and wondering why she doesn’t wear that sweater anymore.” 

[ftzion]

“Nope. Im from California.” He nodded. “I mean I get why people stay where they live but the majority of people that do it live in the city. Are you a city person.”

[rcynv-blog]

“I’ve never left,” she laughed, standing up straight and crossing her arms across her chest. “I mean, we’ll go into the city or whatever, but I’ve never been out of the state. So, I guess you could say I’m a city person, yeah.” 

[ninaxpetrov-deactivated20161116]

Nina laughed, watching the girl push her breasts up as she just shook her head, “I don’t think you need that much of a push up bra, unless you want to risk them popping out every time you breathe.” Nina pushed her hair out of her face, nodding her head in agreement, “Not to mention the fact that someone died. I mean, even though I don’t know her, I’m definitely going to need a couple weeks extra time to do my homework.” She shrugged. While Nina didn’t personally know the girl, she still felt a bit paranoid by the whole situation. Hard not to be when there was a killer somewhere on campus. “Come on then,” Nina stood up from her spot and made her way out of the building. Once outside,s he lit the end of the joint that was placed between her lips, inhaling and exhaling the smoke into the air. “Not your thing huh?” She questioned, noticing how she had reacted earlier in the auditorium. “So what is your thing? Do you do any drugs? Drink? Or is it something else?”

[rcynv-blog]

Reyna was quick to follow Nina from the auditorium. It almost felt weird hanging out with her - she was older and prettier than she was. It almost made reminded her of being a little girl and walking into a room full of her mother’s friends - all so beautiful, with long hair and perfected makeup. It was almost intimidating. “Not really,” she admitted, glancing around nervously. She didn’t want to get caught with her while she was smoking in public, especially since she was being so open about it. “None of it, really. Usually just... Stay in.” Sure, Reyna had gone to a party or two, but she never got plastered. She didn’t see the appeal in it, mostly. But now that Valentina had passed, she found ehrelf in search of something to replace the hole in her heart, left by her sister. “Just not really my thing, like you said.” That was the least complicated way to explain it. 

[ftzion]

“Youre not bored of this place?”

[rcynv-blog]

“Nope.” Reyna loved it here, actually. It was where she’d grown up - she didn’t know anything different. “Are you?” 

[damoncallowayarchive-deactivate]

“Just once,” he repeated, eyes narrowing curiously as he took in her face, the open expression, like hiding her nervousness hadn’t even occurred to her. As if to confirm that he saw her drag her palms along her thighs, a smile stitching onto his lips in smug amusement. She didn’t like it. She hadn’t done it since. Yet here she was trying again, just because he’d flashed a crooked grin and invited her inside. It was too easy, and that made for exactly the change he needed. Hand still flush against her back, he took the joint from her when she started coughing, hitting it once more himself before setting it down on an ashtray. “Take a few deep breaths,” he instructed her, voice low and tainted with humor. While she tried doing that he stood up and went over to the kitchen, filling a glass with filtered water and bringing it over for her. “Here, cool your throat off. I got an idea, hang on.” He went to his room and dug through the cabinet where he kept all his paraphernalia until he found an old steamroller pipe he never used anymore. The inside was caked with resin and the chameleon glass had been stained a permanent bluish-green color, but other than that all he had to do was toss out some old, half-burned weed left in the bowl. “This is gonna be less harsh than a joint,” he said as he sat back down and went to work packing it. “You don’t breathe in as much smoke, and it’s better than a regular pipe because there’s nowhere for the smoke to build up.” Offering her the side further from where the lighter’s flame would be, he suppressed a laugh. He found her innocence endearing, but he doubted she would take it as anything less than patronizing. “I’ll light it for you. All you gotta do is breathe in.” When she’d done that he put it back down on the table and watched her, trying to gauge by her expression whether doing it this way had made it any better. “Feeling anything?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. “It’s an indica hybrid so it might make you feel tired, but this is really good stuff so you should feel it in your body. It’s a body high more than a head high. My arms get really heavy.”

[rcynv-blog]

Reyna felt like an idiot sitting on Damon’s couch wheezing in between loud coughs. She was definitely out of her element, though she didn’t know if she really minded it all that much. She wasn’t uncomfortable with him, at least. Following his instructions, Reyna sucked in a few deep breaths, primarily focusing on her chest rising and falling, in hopes that it’d help her to feel better, somehow. “When does that ever get easier?” The girl forced a smile up at him as she grabbed the glass from his hands, quickly gulping back the cool water before she’d start coughing again. After finally calming down, Reyna laid back against the sofa, allowing herself to really sink down into the soft cushions, her breathing was still jagged, but she was hopeful that it’d improve. When Damon disappeared, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to - what he had planned for her. It was enough for an anxious pit to build in her stomach. Damon wasn’t the type of person she usually hung around, he was the farthest thing from innocent, the farthest thing from pure. He didn’t have a good reputation, which would typically scare her, but she was trying to get past being so judgmental. Everyone deserved a chance. When Damon returned and began explaining the concept of the piece he’d brought along with him, Reyna sat up and leaned over to glance over it, paying close attention to each move he made. Reyna was hesitant to grab the piece from his hands, simply because she didn’t want to put herself through another round of coughing and embarrassment - she’d had enough for that for a lifetime. But, still, she pulled the pipe from his fingers and held it to her lips, staring up at him with bright hues as she awaited the flame to dance over the flower filling the bowl. Like she’d been told, Reyna breathed in, filling her lungs to capacity, before pulling away and blowing the smoke into the air. Though it was a little smoother, the smoke still burned the back of her throat, coaxing her to emit a few short coughs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she cooed, moving to lay back on the couch, her head landing in his lap softly. She never really understood drugs, or why anyone felt the need to take them, or at least she thought that way until her sister had passed. “I feel okay,” she nodded, reaching up to place a hand against his cheek. “Even though you’re tryna kill me.”