Aug 21, 2015
stassy: ngl u look really hot in your snap story stassy: is that blunt enough for you????
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stassy: ngl u look really hot in your snap story stassy: is that blunt enough for you????
( williamblakerpg )
Running errands became an everyday thing for Stassy to do. After she landed a part-time job over the summer and had a steady income, it was fun to spend her paychecks on useless things like quirky hair clips and a new food bowl for her cat. While in the arts and crafts aisle, probably scavenging through temporary tattoos, the girl caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the corner of her eye. Crazily dyed hair and a graphic band shirt. William. The two hadn’t spoke since their spontaneous make out session a few weeks back, which put their friendship at an awkward standstill. Oddly enough, she missed the guy, but she wouldn't dare go up and speak to him. Stassy quickly averted her eyes, holding her breath, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t spot her.
“What? No.” Stassy froze, her gut twisting inside of her. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her best friend’s mouth, so instead she just denied them. “That’s not true. You don’t like me. You can’t. Why are you saying this?” Sure, the blonde held a tough exterior most times, but whenever feelings were involved she always seemed to melt into a nervous mess.
"Seriously, come help me with this project," the blonde called out to her lab partner from across the room, an exasperated huff escaping her. "I have no fucking clue what I'm doing and I'm worried I'm gonna cause an explosion."
It was the third week in a row that Stassy had landed herself in detention, but to her surprise this time she wasn't alone. "Hey, you. What's your name? I haven't seen you here before."
Stassy sang into the end of the knife like it were a microphone, a giggle escaping her at her friend's reaction. "Will you chill? It's not like I'm stabbing anybody for fuck's sake." She was exceptionally intoxicated.
stassy: i stole your hat stassy: and i look better in it than you do