THE RESULTS ARE IN, SAINT RIVERA. all week you've been voting for this week's top students for our HOT OR NOT leaderboard ... so if you made it to the top ten, then keep doing what you're doing #HOTSTUFF. and if you didn't, perhaps better choices must be made. REMEMBER: reputation is everything in this campus, no matter whether good or bad, so don't be afraid to make some noise.
AND THIS WEEK'S TOP TEN ARE, in order of votes received:
and our tenth place is a two-way tie between marijoy coughlan-bacalso and brooks keller with 5, 355 votes each!
so many people just narrowly missed out on our top ten, so let this be a lesson to always take the dramatic road to any forked path. because if glee club loser like stella nasr can make it, then nothing is impossible! YOU, TOO, CAN BE HOT IF YOU'RE ANNOYING ENOUGH!
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 as performed by 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢 dedicated to 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 for 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤
tl;dr August apologizes to Goldie via song, but it's... kind of romantic?
AUGUST: August couldn’t explain why he did half of the shot he did, which was how he now found himself approaching Goldie — someone who he was deliberately trying to ignore. “Hey, could I pull you over for a minute?” He asked when he spotted her on the campus courtyard.
GOLDIE: it was strange. it felt like ever since august broke up with her, he avoided her like the plague. and yet, he had spoken to her twice now in the past two weeks. and now he was asking for her to join him in the courtyard? any surprise that spread along her face was quickly replaced with her usual wide smile. “sure!!! what’s up?” the blonde asked, bounding over to him.
AUGUST: ”Cool,” was all he said as he reached for Goldie’s elbow, pulling her closer to a more secluded apart of the courtyard near a picnic table. He released his hand from her elbow and invited her to sit down in front of him. “I’ve kind of been thinking about what I did to you and you know… I think this is like, an apology?” He tried his best to explain his logic, but what could say more than a song.
He reached behind her, pressing PLAY on a stereo he had borrowed from the AV club, as the opening of an acoustic track of All The Small Things by Blink-182 began to ripple through.
All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take one lift
Your ride, best trip
August started off just singing directly to her, bobbing his body back and forth to the rhythm. Surely there was no way she could misinterpret a gesture like this?
Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares
When he got to the second chorus, there happened to be a passerby, maybe from a floral arrangement class, walk by. He plucked a rose off the arrangement and bent down to Goldie’s level, offering it to her. Talk about a coincidence!
Once the song was finished, still at eye level with her, he tapped on her knees. “So, whad’dya think?”
GOLDIE: the moment he grabbed her elbow, the blonde's gaze went towards his grasp in surprise. okay he definitely hadn't touched her in months. following him to the picnic table, she sat down as instructed, confusion spreading across her face until he mentioned an apology.
when the music started, she turned to look at the stereo, once more in surprise, before turning back to august.
and as the performance progressed, the roses coincidently appearing, the lyrics somehow sweet? goldie couldn't help but wonder... did he miss me? did he want to get back together? she couldn't tell, but with every moment of direct eye contact her smile grew.
she smelled the flower softly as she listened, smiling at him brightly once he had completed. "you sounded really good." she leaned in just a bit, looking at his pretty brown eyes and his thick hair. "and i appreciate the apology. but you could've just said that, you didn't have to do all this!" she looked back at him, cheeks blushing. "even if it was incredibly sweet."
AUGUST: August's ears burned immediately when he was done. He had spent the better part of the week convincing himself that the grand gesture was the easiest way to say I'm sorry for being an asshole without actually saying so. Somewhere between borrowing the stereo, awkwardly serenading her in the middle of campus, and accidentally stealing a rose from what he was 90% sure was somebody's assignment, he had apparently recreated every romantic comedy he had ever made fun of.
"I know I could have," he admitted, a laugh exiting his mouth that was more nervous than anything. He chose to stand up a little and sink onto the bench next to her. "But I thought this would be something you enjoyed." It was certainly more romantic than anything he had done for her back when they had been together.
any relationships you'd really like to see happen?
for purely entertainment purposes? goldie and brooks, without question. watching the two dumbest people i've ever encountered stand there telling each other #exactly while simultaneously misunderstanding the same conversation would heal something inside me. brooks strikes me as the type to accidentally flirt with literally everyone because he has the social awareness of a dog. goldie, however… #mamadontplay that girl would launch the atomic bomb over somebody saying, "hey, brooks!" in the hallway. saint rivera would become a crater by the third class of the day. #nationalsecuritythreat
i've already spoken on this once, but i'll happily say it again: cece and stella. i'm going full #yuri for those two. i don't want sunshine and rainbows. i want yearning so intense it ruins both of their academic careers. i want six months of aggressively denying feelings. i want unnecessary arguments fueled entirely by poor communication. i want one of them to storm off dramatically while the other stands there pretending not to care. healthy relationships are beautiful. however… my favorite relationships are always deeply concerning. #toxicwlw
respectfully… SYDNEY AND MILO! i've seen enough. put them in a room together. make them accidentally brush hands. have one of them say "good game, man" and linger half a second too long. i'll do the rest. i've already got ao3 open and i'm halfway through outlining chapter one in my head. you can't stop me now. break the stereotypes. hold hands after practice. share a milkshake. realize you've been in love for three months and everybody else noticed before you did. google, show me these guys' b- #justonelockerroomscene
now, just for shits and giggles, this is my #rapidfire list. cece and august, but i imagine only for like a one-week fling — they'd throw the school out of balance too much. abilene and a white claw, or really any alcohol, i need to see how the #godgirl let's loose! i'd like to see gabe and a normal human interaction for once. and lastly, glee club 🤝 winning anything at all.
has anyone shook goldie around a bit to see if there's anything more than rocks in that brain of hers??
ouch. harsh! did she take your man or something? she might be blonde, but let's give miss goldie a little credit here. do you have any idea how much brain power it takes to operate at that energy level twenty-four hours a day?
while the rest of us are waking up and checking our phones, she's already on her seventh side quest, fourth crush, and third caffeine source. not everybody can become that irritating that quickly. that's talent. i don't always understand what she's doing, but i respect the commitment to the bit. #loveherdown
The booth at Sweet Sugar is sticky enough that it makes Abilene keep her hands folded neatly in her lap, knuckles pressed together so white it's like she's bracing herself for a confession. She had ordered something obscene by her standards: an over-the-top milkshake crowned with whipped cream and sprinkles, still fully vanilla.
"This place really has a way of testing self-control," she said, slightly amused as she watched to sweat drip down from the shake. Sweets weren't commonplace in the Perez household. Carrot cake on birthdays and very few treats she was able to sneak before community sanctioned bake sales.
She's got one hand dangling over her notebook, attempting to study some of her notes with no avail. "Are you actually getting work done?" She asked, curious. "I feel like I can't focus at all." Maybe it was because she was too busy having a staring contest with a dessert.
August never lingered in the choir room for long. In and out. In and out. But, the dean had been breathing down his neck to actually try to get some enjoyment out of glee club this year. He was sprawled out on the floor, staring at sheet music, and had the mental thought that his eyes would cross if they landed on one more Christopher Cross piece.
Then he heard it. A laugh. One he recognized all too well, much to his own chagrin. He could already feeling his body recoiling into hisself when the laughter came in a form of a body and said body entered the choir room. He was already reaching for all of the sheets to scoop them up and make his grand escape out the other door, but he felt definitively caught. Still, it didn't stop him from making a dash attempt, lamely getting caught on his shoelaces and tumbling back to the ground.
Certainly no turning back from that now. He turned his body around, elbows planted firmly on the ground as he stared at Goldie from his post on the tile. "Hey, girl," what a line. He nods his head toward the sheet music that catastrophically fell with him, "You know Sailing?"
