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Margot Robbie is a goddamn blessing. That’s it. That’s the post.
Elise had been in the studio since dinner. It was nearing on two am at that point, and her leg ached, but she didn’t care. Exams were coming, and if she didn’t have this one goddamn step down by the time she went home she was going to scream.
As she replayed the song for what had to be the hundredth time, Elise moved into the routine again, her grin growing wider with each step she hit perfectly. And as she spun out on the last note, she let out a happy laugh, smiling proudly until she noticed the person standing in the doorway, making her start.
“Oh! Sorry, was the music too loud? I’m just about done, I’ll be going now.”
Quinn: Abort mission. Abort life.
Quinn: I'm stuck in the showers. It's locked. From the outside. And I only brought a towel.
Juliette: There is a guy in one of my core classes. We were doing a group project and he kept staring at me.
Juliette: Then he tried to slide his hand up my skirt, so I smacked him with my whiteboard.
Juliette: Then he smiled, went "Perfect." And then didn't speak to me for the rest of the day. Apparently his name is Alex and he hates everyone?!
Juliette: AND SOMEONE GAVE HIM MY NUMBER. WHO WAS IT?!
It’s amazing how many people take hickies as an invitation to flirt with you. They’re kind of the opposite.
Alex: Here is the deal.
Alex: So much as look at her again and I will absolutely tear your head from your body with your bare hands. :)
Alex: Whoops, wrong number.
So I accidentally dyed all my clothes pink. I’ve never been happier.
Quinn woke up coiled up next to Vonnegut and Voltaire, feeling more dusty than the books. Her yawn stretched her tired cheeks as she rubbed her eyes, tiredly pushing off the floor. “Not again.” She mumbled, a slight whine heading out her words. The blonde set the books back in their place, tugging away the tendrils of hair that fell in her eyes as she got to her feet, picking up her things. Until she heard someone. She closed her eyes, letting out a weary sigh. “I’m leaving- I’m sorry, I-..” Quinn furrowed her eyebrows when she turned. “Oh.. It’s you.”
