#hylandstarter

[saccred]

“ Did anyone go to last night’s game ? I definitely didn’t hit that guy on purpose -- not the one who lost a tooth , the other one -- but coach is saying he watched me knock my stick over his back. I need people to vouch for me. ”

[rcttenego]

“I’m only going to ask this once. Who the fuck scratched my car?” Preston was furious. The last thing he needed was this bulshit. “Accident, or not --- someone’s paying for this mess.”

[gdialex]

“some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen,” alex read aloud from her horoscope, pausing to take a sip from her diet coke (( twisted mango, obviously )) and let the wisdom of popstar! really sink in. after a moment of serious contemplation, she hummed and flipped the page to ‘rhiana’s top ten streetwear looks’, “you don’t think they’re suggesting i freeze my hypothetical boyfriend to death, do you?” the corner of her mouth tugged into a small smirk, “because, honestly, there are much easier ways of disposing your partner, despite what titantic wants you to think.”

[liltcm]

lil wasn’t a stranger to feeling a lot of things; in fact, there was a storm brewing in her at almost all times. she wondered how everyone else was doing; did everyone else still feel as much as she did? she felt like she was going through all five stages of grief at once, ricocheting from angry to elated to upset then back to manic all within the span of a few hours. the situation with morgan made her feel too much. she didn’t know if she wanted to be around people, but with school going she didn’t have a choice. there was too much to do, too many people to meet, and too many projects to work on. honestly, was she overthinking all of it? probably. she didn’t have to let this whole thing affect her this much. 

the coffee shop was typically pretty fast, but fast still wasn’t fast enough for the way she was feeling, so when they called out her cold brew she was quick to go to the hand-off counter and grab the coffee, thanking the person there working and turning abruptly to turn and go to where she typically studied... and then ran right into someone else who was coming up to the counter. the cold brew sloshed, brimming the rim.

“oh, fuck. oh, shit. sorry. uhm... sorry my head’s totally in the clouds. did any of it get on you?” she went to nervously run a hand through her hair but it was still up in a bun from her ballet class - her hand floundered in the air awkwardly before looping into her backpack. “i can pay for dry cleaning. that’s a nice shirt... oh fuck.” 

[told-you-teddy]

📲 teddy | open 🏈🏐🏒⚽️🍺🥃

Teddy: please tell me you aren't actually going to the pep rally today!

Teddy: homecoming week is such a joke! 🙄

[spxncxrt]

things were finally starting to look up for spencer. the mom jokes were starting to slow up and he had just gotten news that Barca was going to fly him out for two weeks to check out the training facility. all of his teammates had showered and were already en route to celebrate at Millers, he on the other hand was still in a towel. normally he’d be right behind him following their victory, but he so desperately needed at least five minutes to himself. he heard the locker room doors open and shouted out “sorry Polinski, i’m getting dressed now”

[cmma-jordan-blog]

Emma crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back in the library’s armchair. “Listen, I just came back from track practice, and I’m exhausted. So if you want my attention for more than half a second, please just… make it interesting?”

[stcrries-blog]

you could only go to so many parties before you knew you’d seen everything, and starrie had seen just about everything. he still went to parties, though - it was a lot easier to be there while the drama was ongoing than catching up on it once the weekend was over. as a result, he usually just stuck to the outskirts instead of attempting to thrive in the eye of the craziness; watching all of the grinding on the dance floor, the games of beer pong or rage cage or flip cup from afar. the party was in full-swing so the smoke circle was small, but that was fine with starrie. he lit up the bong and took a huge rip from it, inhaling it all into his chest as he watched someone approach. “hey, what’s up?” he smiled at their entrance, and the circle opened up to accommodate. “did you want a hit?” he offered the piece out to them, drawing his legs up into criss-cross applesauce as post malone began to blast through the speakers.