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[imogen-prinz]

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Imogen had been somewhat distracted since the arrival of group D and the unfortunately familiar recent addition to the Northlake student body but despite the discovery, she was in good spirits or perhaps she was just overtired. “Okay,” she announced, sitting on the log where Aiden had already perched himself, her knee clashing with his as she made no effort to give him any personal space. “We’ve got options,” she continued, “I’m prepared to try and make blueberry muffins but there ’s a catch or some kind of a scrambled egg sandwich that I’m going to mostly make up along the way. Thoughts?”

[imogen-prinz]

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After her tennis practice concluded, Imogen was in good spirits. Her coach had commended her, ensuring her that they were well on their way to finals in October if she kept up the good work and didn’t get herself disqualified for bad sportsmanship before then. Minutes later, her coach had left his protege to her own devices and as if on cue, Aiden wandered courtside with Imogen’s supplies. She smiled into the rim of her bottle, just as she finished her water and tossed the empty vessel back into her tennis bag. “My lunch!” she chimed, some attempt at a greeting as she gazed lovingly at the grocery bag before addressing the male holding it with a smile and a kiss as she leaned into him. “You’re good to me,” she informed him with a hand on his chest, though as much was obvious to anybody that knew that Aiden had trekked to the tennis club to ensure that Imogen was well fed. “Let me pack up and we’ll sit,” she insisted, leaving his side to make sure her tennis bag was well organized before zipping it up and throwing it over her shoulder. “Do you want to sit on the lawns? We can have a little picnic,” she suggested warmly.

[imogen-prinz]

TEXT \\ Fresh Meat 💦

IMOGEN: What sort of retribution should I expect if I needed you to do me a favor this afternoon?

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[imogen-prinz]

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When Imogen spotted a familiar figure shuffling through the books in his locker, the blonde bounded toward him in a spirited manner, a smile on her face. She was wearing her cheer uniform, as she often did and so her shoulder was bare against the bay of lockers when she came to a stop beside him, her books clutched in front of her. “Hey, I didn’t even think you were at school today,” she greeted in a chummy fashion before digging into her book bag and fishing out his car keys. She dangled the keys in her hand in the same way he had done to her the night before, a small, self-assured smirk forming on her face, “Glad you didn’t get murdered,” she added sincerely, she’d been starting to wonder when she hadn’t seen him in the hallways. 

[tristantylers-blog]

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“You ready for this, sexy?” Tristan asks, poking the ‘cop’ on the arm as they stood outside of the store, clerk in sight through the window. He somehow managed to convince Aiden to do this ridiculous goldfish first aid kit dare with him, even if he thought it was ludicrous to begin with when the Jocks were coming up with the list. He feels like it’s on par with the coning dare that was suggested and scrapped during the creation process. But he's not against some easy points and dramatics so he's actually quite excited for this.

[imogen-prinz]

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“Take your clothes off, we’re swapping,” Imogen announced, approaching her date for the evening with a hand already tucked under and tugging at the bulletproof jacket he was wearing by the time she spoke to him. There was no time to be wasted on a greeting, he knew her well enough to know that formalities were superfluous when Imogen needed something. “Milton found out that those HBIC hookers are in first place and we need to stomp them out before they get cocky,” she grunted, clearly irritated by the fact, even if it was just hearsay at this point.

[imogen-prinz]

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Imogen threw her phone into her tennis bag, unphased by whether the thud it made had resulted in another crack, to join the hundreds of others, in her screen. A moment later she turned to Aiden beside her on the bench, “If you ever do anything like that to me, I will literally rip off your arms and beat you to death with them,” she instructed seriously before dipping down to pick up her watered down Gatorade from the pavement at her feet. “Men are assholes,” she announced, not necessarily excluding present company as she took a sip from her drink.  “We should do a little sightseeing while we’re in Madison, I’ve never done that before,” her tone shifted fairly promptly but it wasn’t unusual for the blonde, “I think there’s a botanical garden there, that might be nice,” she added as put the bottle back down and picked up her lunch again.