#inteeth

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@inteeth

     jamie’s   words   reach   him   and   he   finds   himself   GRINNING,   not   that   he   expects   the   other   boy   to   know   why.   he   doesn’t   know   why,   jason   remembers,   and   that’s   the   best   part.       ’       yeah…   yeah,   i   think   i   can   handle   a   lot   more   than   you   know.       ’       he   answers,   short   and   vague,   and   he   finishes   closing   up   his   backpack,   pulling   it   off   of   the   table   in   front   of   him   to   throw   it   over   his   shoulder   instead.   he   looks   at   jamie   for   only   a   brief   moment   as   he   passes   him,   finds   satisfaction   knowing   that   this   guy   doesn’t   know   kaz,   doesn’t   know   THE   TRUTH   about   her   like   he   does.   jason   briefly   wonders   if   he’s   even   seen   her   in   the   same   way   he   has,   when   she’s   bare   and   exposed.   he   stops   to   pull   dark   hood   up   over   his   head,   covering   messy   hair.       ’       you   coming?       ’

Jason is new territory, a million things that Jamie can’t parse. Off-kilter, too much nervous energy (and held with such a loose grip), and sharp around the oddest edges. He grins and Jamie finds himself staring for a second too long, trying to figure out what joke he hasn’t caught onto yet. “Oh, yeah? That’s good to hear, I guess.” It’s not. It makes Jamie nervous, makes his muscles tense and draws his gaze to Jason’s back, where it finds purchase. He tries to reason that it probably means nothing. That Jason is Kaz’s friend and that he should trust him. But as much as he reasons, the creeping sense of dread never quits sneaking up on him. 

Broken from his thoughts, Jamie glances up to find Jason already exiting the train car, head tilted back in Jamie’s direction. “Yeah, sorry.” After shoving the rest of his belongings into the nearby backpack and lowering himself from the train car, Jamie catches up to Jason, eyes studying what little he can make out of Jason’s expression in the dark. “So, you and Kaz have gotten pretty close. This thing really brought you two together, huh?”

[suckrrpunch-blog]

“Stay here. I’ll go get help.” - inteeth : )

“Quite the, uh, drop, huh?” “S-shut up, I’m fine,” There’s a sharpness to his bark, a defensiveness over slipping in the first place. The maze had plenty of dark, cruel drops, and he finds himself in the dusty blackness of a cramped space overhanging one of them. Sneakers skitter, rock crumbles down the endless nothing below–where he would have ended up had he not latched onto the rocky wall. Wide, incredulous eyes flash up at the other boy when he speaks again. “You better not fucking leave me here–” Jason’s hooded figure disappears over the opening of the drop, and the side of Graham’s fist collides with the wall with a hiss; “Fucking– fuck you.” His voice drops weakly, petering off in the dark, now lonely tunnels.

He’s gone, and Graham is alone, trying to get his quickening breath to settle, trying not to let the dread overtake him. They might not get along, but he wanted to--had to believe Jason wouldn’t just leave him. He presses back into the wall, knees up to his chest, fingers curling in his hair as he swallows back panic and saltwater. He tries to breathe. You’re fine.You’re fucking fine. At least no one was watching him, now.

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             ♥         /      @inteeth

                 SHE   KNOWS   OF   HIM,    she   knows   nothing   about   him   other   than   what  had   been   told   through   the   grapevine.   high   school   drama   this,   high   school   drama   that   ---   she  knew   nothing    other   than   what   was   trending   on   twitter   and    who   was    wearing   who.   at   least,    that’s   how   she    appeared   on   the   outside,   conventionally   pretty   and   supposedly   no   wit   to   match.  her   brows    slant  downwards,   she   itches   under   his   gaze,   as   if   he   were   some   sort   of   infection.       “   being    used   to   something   doesn’t   mean   i   like   it.   “      it   was   an   attempt   on   her   confidence,   she   bets,   a   mental   reach   to   dig   under   her   skin.       it    worked.     “   don’t   guys  like  you  belong   behind   the   school    selling   drugs   or   something  ?   “          sheesh.         “    it’s     not    staring,   anyways,   you   watch   volleyball.   watch   the   team.   “         she    doesn’t   know   whether   being   stared   at   or   being   watched   by   this   dude   would   be   worse.      she   doesn’t   want   to   find   out.

[sclfishgirl-blog]

open + stare - inteeth : )

She eyes the open door, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she regards Jason with narrowed eyes. Her eyebrows furrow as he doesn’t break eye contact, and she folds her arms. “What are you looking at?” It’s cool and pointed, chin tipped up at him with a light frown on her lips. And with that, she passes by him into the train car with a sweep of her skirt.

[suckrrpunch-blog]

‘ i don’t like being stared at. ’ - inteeth : ~)

He tilts his chin up imperiously, a challenge in return to the hooded boy. He’s clearly caught onto his looks, wary or suspicious, during meetings and otherwise. Few in the club had managed to bring his guard quite so closely to the forefront. “Don’t worry,” Graham scoffs, irritable, “I don’t intend to look at you for any longer than necessary.” And then, a smug grin as he leans on a palm. “I just think it’s nice that the club is so inclusive toward methheads and the homeless.”

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