#fkc-aiden

[dylanoverseas-blog]

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Dylan was on the top bunk of his bed. It was pretty late and mostly everyone was still out before curfew, running around and hanging out. The room was empty and Dylan was just throwing his sweatshirt on when Aiden entered the room. And he could tell right away, something seemed wrong. “Aiden.. what’s up?” he asked, with a very concerned and sincere tone to his voice.

[dylanoverseas-blog]

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After a few drinks, Dylan was really feeling himself. He never really danced at parties until he was smashed, but he was just in the mood to move his hips. Which he did as he walked through the crowd of people and to the other side with a beer in his hand. “Aiden!” He waved over to the other as he spotted him, right as he cleared from all the other dancing drunkerts around him. “Finally, somebody here I know.” He sighed, resting against the wall. “What’s up? Did you just here here?” 

[thatdudebellamy]

text📲 aiden chambers

BELLAMY: hey dude, this is aiden, right?

BELLAMY: it's bellamy, i got your number from one of the guys on the team

BELLAMY: i was wondering if i could ask for your help with something?

[tristantylers-blog]

@fkc-aiden;

“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.

[meekmuses]

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How long had it been? Five minutes? 30? Rowan didn’t know. Because she didn’t own a watch and her phone’s screen had water damage right on the clock. And its fair share of cracks.

All she knew was that she couldn’t stop shaking, curled as tightly as she could against one of the outside corners of the school building. Because she could come back any second. The brunette could feel her eye socket swelling, the entire left side of her face throbbing and a few droplets of blood on the corner of her mouth. There was also the itch from the bobolink, the residue of its poor little body smeared across Rowan’s injured face. She kept hearing the crunch it made under the book and her nausea kept intensifying. Why was she such a wimp? Why couldn’t she just get up, go to the nearest bathroom, clean herself and go back to class?

Even if she found the courage, what was she supposed to say? Not that she ever had any doubt that the blonde cheerleader could actually kill her, but now more than ever she just had to hide. She couldn’t go to the nurse, or a teacher. She was alone. Her terror was making her think that she should just stay huddled in her hiding spot until the school was closed and maybe bike home sheltered by the night. But what if her dad saw her face? Would he even realize that he hadn’t been the one to cause the damage? He was probably going to celebrate it. Rowan didn’t know what to do. Plus, her library book was still stuck in the roof, right where Imogen had tossed it. A tear of despair escaped Rowan’s bruised eye. Why couldn’t things ever be okay?

She heard footsteps approaching and just tried to shrink herself even further against the concrete wall, wishing that she could just disappear.

[elixmss]

☁

☁  thoughts in class ! 

"okay... i guess i can see the fuss. he’s not bad looking.... and that jaw... could you cut paper with it?” 

[reignoftilly]

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TILLY: Don’t make this weird but Facebook says you’re online and I need a favour

TILLY: If you’re into Imo you must be at least 30% pyscho and I only need like 25

[meekmuses]

The first day of camping had been pretty great. With spending time with friends and being outdoors and away from home and the food. Sure, her group had been late because it seemed to have been put together by some evil mastermind but nothing had gone really really wrong so far. So on the second day, Rowan was ready to keep with the same plan of action, keep her head low, avoid the people who wanted to fling her off a mountain and enjoy as much as she could. But sleeping in the tent with other people had made Rowan really nervous and anxious and triggery so she ended up not sleeping much (as per usual). And when breakfast rolled around, Imogen and her associates had been all over the food, so Rowan had just grabbed a granola bar. She was used to not eating for long periods of time, so it probably wasn’t going to be a problem, right? Except she wasn’t used to going on prolonged hikes, so a couple of hours into the afternoon, Rowan was a pale, sweaty and nauseous mess. Her concealed bruises hurt, her bones were screaming and her vision was blurry. But she just had to keep moving. A little longer. She couldn’t fall behind. Not any more.

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