#tgoevent

[hopelessly-sandradee]

TEXT⇨📧 Jake

Marley: This would be so much easier to clean if I had your scooter...You didn't bring it this morning did you?

[greaserevans-blog]

TEXT -> Send to all

SAM: I gotta say

SAM: Whoever did this trashing stuff?

SAM: Real creative with the insults they've spray painted.

[greasetanalopez]

Crowds of people gathered and more were arriving by the minute. The Latina could feel the excitement building, could hear it in the animated way that those around her spoke. They were all ready for what the night had in store for them. And it was infectious. Santana could feel her own nervous excitement growing within her at the knowledge that it wouldn’t be long before she’d be getting behind the wheel of a car, feeling the thrill of the race. But she couldn’t think of that now. Not when a sliver of uncertainty was making her wonder if she was doing the right thing by taking herself out of her element. The last thing she needed was to start her race with that doubt. Win or lose, she would go into it confident and clear-headed.

"Watch it.” A girl on her right snapped, effectively bringing the Latina out of her thoughts. She watched for a moment as the girl’s irritation made her step up to the one who’d bumped into her. Emotions where high, there was no doubt about that. And, for a moment, Santana thought that one of them would start swinging. Although the girls continued on, exchanging harsh words over something as inconsequential as an accidental bump, she still held firm in her belief that a fight would be inevitable, even if these girls managed to part ways without ever lifting a fist. “Five bucks says that there will be a fight in the crowd before the night is out.” She said, turning to the person next to her. “Make it ten.”

[staceycevans-blog]

New Years Resolution: make people stopping looking at you like a baby. She had jotted it down on a napkin in the midst of her first encounter with alcohol, vowing that, from this point on, she was grown up. It was hard for her not to roll her eyes whenever she was called ‘little Evans’ or ‘baby Evans’ - for Gods-sake, she was the exact same age as Stevie and no one was calling him baby-anything. So, naturally, attending events she had been previously forbidden to jumped to the top of her to-do list. However, she underestimated how overwhelming said events were. In the midst of the crowd, she managed to spot a less-occupied space, far away from the events everyone was centered around, and so she made her way there, dainty hands pulling the elastic from her (headache-inducing) high-ponytail, shaking her head as she registered a familiar face, “There’s this guy over there who keeps grabbing at my ass and I swear, if he does i again I’m gonna take a hammer to his hand or... something.”

[greasemonkey-ryder-blog]

text message; riley

RYDER: This is the stupidest thing I've ever had to do in my life.

RYDER: And I've done a lot of stupid things.

RYDER: Why do we have to clean up someone else's mess??

[fxckdharp-blog]

Right off the bat there was no doubt this thing was going to be chaotic, but as it all played out before Dani she felt herself becoming more and more nervous. She wasn’t sure how to contain herself or keep grounded, kind of standing for herself. She didn’t want her friends performances affect her, knowing that tonight it was truly a one against all. Bumping her fists together, Dani started taping up. That was till she laid down and did some pelvic exercises, figuring to keep herself busy. “like what you see” she smirked, eyeing the figure coming closer.

[theincrediblejane-blog]

Text ✉ McHayward

Jane: Hey. I just thought I should let you know your sister is slowly descending into madness.

Jane: Not exactly how you wanted to spend your weekend is it?

[hickeybyjake-blog]

A Rock and a Hard Face || Smuckerlynn

TAGGING → Jake Puckerman, Sebastian Smythe, and Ryder Lynn TIME FRAME → Saturday, January 20th, 2018. LOCATION → In front of McKinley High GENERAL NOTES → Jake finds himself in the middle of his past and present when he has to work alongside his brother Ryder and tormentor Sebastian. WARNINGS → None atm

JAKE

When Jake first heard the news, he didn’t want to believe it. No one wants to hear that their Saturday was going to be spent cleaning up after a bunch of losers who thought it would be funny to pull a prank that wasn’t even that good, least of all someone who has honestly and truly been doing his best to do what he was supposed to do. To put it mildly, his life sucked. There was just no winning for Jake Puckerman. Things just got better when Sue told him exactly who he’d be spending his time with: Ryder Lynn and Sebastian Smythe. Laughing was probably the worst thing to do in the moment but after hearing his best friend’s name along with Sebastian’s, it was all that came out. The universe was out to get him and there was nothing he could do about it. With a new detention to look forward to, Jake made sure to leave it on the counter for his mom to find right beside a note explaining why on his way out of the house.

While things between him and Ryder were on a downward spiral, Jake still considered him to be the closest thing he had to a brother other than Puck so he didn’t feel too weird going to pick him up. They were already losing the better part of their weekend so he figured the least he could do was offer Lynn a ride to hell and maybe use the time they had to apologize for being such a dick all the time. It was really awkward but it didn’t take long for the two to go back to a somewhat normal level for them.

They weren’t early by any means, in fact, there were already a handful of students making their way from their cars to wherever they needed to be; Jake just didn’t expect to see Sebastian Smythe standing out front already. As if hit with a bucket of ice, Jake’s entire demeanor changed. He stopped laughing and made it his main priority to get as far away from Ryder as possible. Shoving his hands in his pockets and keeping his eyes glued to the pavement, he blatantly ignored his best friend and sped over to Sebastian.