#cryptjock

[cryptcheers]

marty   throws   a   football   in   araya’s   direction   while   she’s   practicing   with   the   cheer   squad   .      he   may   have   been   aiming   at   her   -   -   payback   for   the   mermaid   costume   .

LANDS   A   DOUBLE   HANDSPRING   ,      WELL   PRACTICED   SMILE   ON   RUBY   LIPS     ;      ❝     ary   !      watch   out   .    ❞      her   friend   calls   from   behind   her   ,      giving   her   just   enough   time   to   duck   before   the   ball   flies   above   her   .      

❝     god   ,      @cryptjock​   ,         you   utter   freak       !     ❞      araya   shrieks  ,      the   girls   of   the  squad   coming   to   check   on   her     -    mirrored  looks  of   digust   on   heavily   painted   features      .      and   shit   ,    she   can't   remembr   the   last   time   they   had   a   civil   conversation   .      it   had   been   before   jamie's   '   disappearance   '   that's   for   sure   .      at   the   gathering   (   she   can't   even   call   it   a   memorial     -   but   ,   that's   what   it   was   .   '   araya   ,      he's   gone   .   he's   not   coming   back   .   '   )  ,      she'd   been   less   than   civil   when   he'd   thrown   some   crackpot   theory   on   jamie's   disappearance   .      and   mermaids   ?      god   it's   like   he   was   trying   to   hurt   them   .        ❝     I   can't   believe   they   let   him   back   on   the   team   .      if   it   were   up   to   me   he'd   be   expelled   .      ❞

[cryptcheers]

1.   frat   boy   wannabe     2.   an   asshole   in   his   natural   habitat    3.   spotted   in   the   wild        4.   no   insults   for   15   minutes   ,      i   think   that’s   our   new   record      /      @cryptjock​     sent     📸

[serendpitous-a]

     @cryptjock​  .  .  .   liked  for  a  short  starter

        she approaches from behind, probably a bit too light on her feet ( she’s used to sneaking, after all ), just relieved that there’s a familiar face, or uh, back of head, here so she can join and her library visit can be less study more chatty. she reaches her hands around his head, covering his eyes, playful tone ringing out as she finally speaks. “ guess who? ”  she’s distracted for a moment, by the book open in front of him . . . what class is that for? “ whatcha reading there?  ”