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[wolfgangaxelsson]

[justinkurkovicsucks]

“You know, when I told him to throw a bonfire, I didn’t think he’d actually go through with it. I’m a little impressed by his dedication. I really hope this isn’t the lamest thing ever.” She said, taking a shot of whatever was in front of her. 

[wolfgangaxelsson]

“I think it’s safe to say anything at this point could top that last disaster.” 

[wolfgangaxelsson]

cadymoore:

Cady could only frown. She wasn’t sure why that stung so much. She was happy with Dalton. He made her laugh, he was nice to her. But. “You know what I think? That that right there is why you didn’t. Not because you’re stubborn, or selfish, or shut off. You’re just scared I wouldn’t have given you a chance.” The thought actually made her sad. “Why are you so quick to give up? You’re so hard on yourself,” she said, trying to catch her breath against him. “Don’t. Okay?” Calmly resting her forehead against him, she sighed. “I just need to figure it out. What would Nancy Drew do, right?” She nearly smiled through her sniffles. “Well. You’re not alone tonight.” Pausing before turning to reach for her phone, she started flipping through her photos app. “I wrote down everything I have. These pictures are of my crime journal – don’t laugh. The newspaper clippings, personal research. Everyone’s notes. I could use your help.”

Wolfgang didn’t like when people called him out for things that were actually true, maybe that’s why he didn’t respond right away. He didn’t wanna act out, and he didn’t wanna be mean to Cady. “You wouldn’t have.” He said quietly twisting his lips in thought. He wanted to tell her because everyone had given up on him, but he didn’t. “No I’m not.” He lied, stubbornly. “Don’t what?” He wondered as he rose a brow. Trying to continue to comfort her, he ran his hand up to her shoulder. “That’s the spirit.” He said with reluctance as he didn’t really care much for saying the phrase. Then, he smiled to himself. “You have a crime journal? Cute. Yeah, I’ll help. What do you need?”

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clairebillngs:

“Keep telling yourself that.” Claire rolled her eyes. “I don’t?“ Changing her tone of voice to mimic his, she continued. “Oh, Cady, after that whole lock in fiasco, I got this note in my locker. I’m so scared, I’m planning my funeral already. – How is that going, by the way?” She interjected, pulling out her phone and showing him a photo of the note she’d found in his bag. “Are you seriously lecturing me about minding my own business? You, the psycho who terrorizes people on a whim? You know –” Clicking her tongue, she tilted her head to the side. “I’m getting bored. Clearly I made a mistake coming to you. I should’ve just gone straight to Cady. She’d probably wanna know her role in this whole plan of yours.”

“She did. You can ask her.” He said overly confident as he rolled his shoulders. But he was caught off guard with how her mocking followed a photo on her phone. “What the fuck, Claire. You can’t just go through someone’s things, are you kidding me?” Knitting his brows together, he glared at her. “Not without a good reason most of the time. You just don’t wanna mind your own. -- You can tell her whatever you want. She’s not gonna believe anyone’s word over mine. She doesn’t buy into gossip.” 

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   — ( ╰ ♥ ╮  ❝  The whole auditorium sitch is such a misfortune, I agree. ❞  But it’s hard to tell she cares while she’s primping in front of the mirror hanging in her locker.    ❝ Anyway I had to order a new cheer uniform because I dropped like seven pounds on the Paleo diet I did last month. ❞    Taking a step back and shutting her locker door, she faces the person unfortunate enough to be caught in a conversation with her.   ❝ What do you think? Better fit? ❞

[wolfgangaxelsson]

“Misfortune is one word for it.” Wolfgang rolled his eyes as leaned his shoulder into a locker.  Laughing, he covered his mouth. “Quick question... is a lack of brain the reason why you’re empty on empathy or are you just a sociopath?” Not that he had much room to talk. 

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anissabanks:

“Sounds like a snooze. What’s the point of free booze if you can’t enjoy it.” 

“That’s exactly what I was wondering. I at least was hoping for The Boogeyman to make an appearance again.” 

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cadymoore:

Cady blinked. “Well I’m glad you didn’t lie, then.” She then sighed, trying not to cross her arms. She did anyways. “So then you can’t be upset with me when someone else wants to put the effort in that you didn’t. I’m not being harsh. I just think… that’s what I want. Even if I do like being around you.” Maybe now wasn’t the best time to delve into this. He was drunk, after all, and they were both scared. “I don’t want you to do that for me. Just this is nice, I think.” Normally she wouldn’t allow this kind of prolonged embrace, but she sorely needed it right now. Hesitantly she reciprocated the hug, only gently placing her hands at his sides. Strangely, it made her feel much calmer. “How are you being so peaceful about all of it? Getting drunk and staying here by yourself… how do you do it?”

“Yeah, no sweat.” Wolfgang attempted to tease. He found her words bittersweet, on one hand she basically admitted to what he’d suspected all along. But she was right, he didn’t wanna put in any of the effort. He still didn’t. “Guess that’s why he’s courting you and I’m not. I don’t like red tape, unnecessary measure. I doubt you’d have let me if I had, anyway.” He reasoned before shrugging. Sighing, he brushed his lips against her head. “I would, nugget.” Wolf admitted, denying to himself that he was sobering up. Keeping the gentle motion against her back, he squeezed her lightly against him. “Because you need it. -- That? I guess it’s easy to get used to being alone when you’re forced to be by yourself.” 

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cadymoore:

“Lie to me about what? You shouldn’t lie, you should be honest.” She kept grinning, nearly nudging him. “What?” Then she frowned. “Oh.” Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something, but decided against it. “Well you know. It wasn’t like a date-date. I mean it was, but we’re taking it slow. Courting. Which I seem to recall you didn’t want to do, so.” She wasn’t bitter – Cady probably didn’t have a bitter bone in her body. She just felt like she needed to clarify. “No. No.” The minute he pulled her in, she felt herself losing it, shaking her head against his chest and sobbing. “You’re not listening. If it’s a copycat, wouldn’t that make it worse for me? How else do you recreate something if not thinking the same way, going after the same people – it’s horrible. I can’t. – I can’t.” She finally tried to settle in the middle of her words, breathing deep. “I don’t feel positive, Wolfie. I feel sick.”

“Lie to you about letting you in.” He said simply, smiling at the fact she took the extra time to explain to him good morale. “I didn’t. I think courting is outdated. I think when you know, you know. Simple as that.” He said as his gaze averted away from hers. Wolfgang had never seen her like this, which made him even more scared, but he attempted to put on a strong face for her, he’d try and justify to himself he did it purely on the fact he was still drunk later on. Even hearing her tears caused him to frown, the fact she couldn’t see him doing it was why he was allowing himself to have the expression on his lips as he gently rubbed her back. “No, because I would never let them touch a hair on your head. Have you seen what I’ve done to people? Or at least heard?” Leaning down, he sighed as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “They’re not going to do anything to you. Hey. Hey. Shh. Just breathe.” Pulling back to look at her, he kept a grip on her shoulders. “You’re okay, nothing’s gonna happen to you. I promise.”

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cadymoore:

For the first time in what felt like all day, Cady smiled a genuine blissful smile. It didn’t sound like a, shut up, I’m annoyed with you. It sounded funny. “Shut up?” She repeated, peering at him. “I’m not wrong, then. – About what?” She was really trying not to feel so beaten down and shaken up, but there was nothing she wanted to do more than let go of some of the weight she’d been carrying around. Why she wanted to do it with Wolf, she didn’t know. He wasn’t the only one who’d gotten a note. And he wasn’t the only person close to her she could’ve confided in. For some reason she just thought maybe he’d get it better than anyone else did. She didn’t look at him, instead feeling tears well up in her eyes. “It’s just.” Cady stood, starting to pace around the room. “Ella. Colton. Darcy, the notes. What if it’s connected. But then it can’t be, because then.” Then I’d be a target. “Do you remember…” Her voice was really shaking now. “The Heather Riley murders? The ones from the 90′s? My aunt was a victim.“

Raising a brow watching her expression, he fought the smile that felt contagious on his own lips. “Yeah, shut up. I don’t wanna have to lie to you.” Which he could’ve easily, but the buzz was still going through his veins, and he was too lightheaded to surround himself with that kind of darkness. “Cady, don’t.” He warned before sighing. “Because of your dumb stupid date.” He gestured with a hand and dropped his palm back against his leg. Dropping the water bottle on the side of him, he stood up the moment he could tell she was getting worked up about trying to explain things to him. As she continued to talk and things began to click into place for him, so did the looming fear in the room. Without saying anything, he reached for her shoulders and pulled her into a hug against him. “Hey.” He said quietly as he looked down at her. “You’re always on that dumb high of optimism, if you start to slip -- we’re all helpless. I’m not letting you go down that negative path. Besides. What if it’s just a copycat? Someone who wants to scare us?” And who’s doing a pretty good job of it.

[wolfgangaxelsson]

clairebillngs:

“Mm. And what’d you do to convince her of that, I wonder? Oh, wait. No, I know what it was.” And then she bit her cheek, smiling smug and widening her eyes as she leaned in. “You’re all bent up about that scary note. Or well, pretending to be, at least. Because you want her sympathy. Don’t get me wrong, it’s really clever. But it won’t work. In the end, Cady’s a smart girl, and she’ll figure it out.” Finally stepping back from him, she crossed her arms. “Or maybe it is real and I’ve got leverage on you. Either way, I guess it looks like you better keep away from her. It’s really simple, actually. You’re a bad person. Cady’s a good one. Dalton’s a good one. They like each other, and you doing this whole dance just to get in her pants, as you call it… it’s pathetic. And whether or not I think you actually like her, which I do, it’s really rotten behavior. So. Stop walking around thinking you can mess with whoever you want, and maybe I’ll leave you alone.”

Wolfgang narrowed his eyes, wondering what Claire’s intent truly was beneath all of this. “I didn’t have to convince her, she wanted to.” He tried to protest, but at her accusation, he rose a brow, feeling his stomach turn a tinge as he clenched his jaw. “You don’t know anything about that, so stop acting like you do.” He spat back pointedly. “You don’t have anything on me. Allow Cady to be the judge, and stay out of their business. They’re people, Claire. They’re not puppets. You can threaten me all you want, I’m not gonna bow down to you. So stay out of my way and I’ll consider not pressing Dalton for what you’re really hiding.”

[wolfgangaxelsson]

clairebillngs:

“And what proof is that? That sad little ring you wear to make yourself feel like she’s under your spell? Get a grip, Wolf.” Claire rolled her eyes. “Anyway. I’m already planning their second outing. Somewhere romantic. So he can get a feel of how to ask her out for prom. You’re not even going to that, are you? So sad. I’ll make sure to send you photos.”

“She may have spent the day with him, but she spent the night with me. I don’t need a grip, I have facts.” He said with a smug expression. “What’s your hangup on playing the cupid role between the two again, Claire? I doubt she’ll wanna go on a second date with him, let alone prom.”

[wolfgangaxelsson]

cadymoore:

“Well. Technically speaking you did let me in. You could’ve told me to leave when I showed up here. But you didn’t.” Even though he was getting a little saucy her tone stayed even. “Then what are you doing?” Cady didn’t really believe him, but she always found the best thing to do instead of arguing with a person was to let them explain their side to you. “It’s definitely bigger than we originally anticipated,” she said, pulling her legs up to sit criss cross. It wasn’t something she did very often. Only when she felt uneasy and something as simple as that familiar connection to being a kid with nothing to worry about could make her feel better. It reminded her of sitting on her floor and writing in her diary, back when she didn’t really have anything to write in it except for her horse’s daily activities and what she learned in Sunday school that week. “I don’t –” Cady had never been a very good liar. The truth always seemed to fight its way out of her. She wanted to say she had no idea why, but that wasn’t entirely true, so she just sighed, her head falling to her hands as she slouched over in her chair, elbows resting on her knees.

Narrowing his eyes, Wolf wanted to tell her she was wrong, that this had all been some sort of ruse, but he had a feeling she’d call his bluff. “Shut up.” He opted for instead, not wanting her to leave. “I’m just mad.” He admitted as he folded his arms and tightened his grip across his chest. “That’s worrisome.” He muttered quietly to himself. Reaching to pull her chair closer to him, he looked at her with an intense stare. “What do you know?” Normally he would’ve tried to keep a cooler demeanor, but in this instance he was scared. 

[wolfgangaxelsson]

anissabanks:

“Was it really? Did you go? Cause any mayhem?” 

“I was there briefly. As for mayhem, I mostly just drank the free booze.”

[wolfgangaxelsson]

cadymoore:

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out,” she frowned. “No I’m not. And it is.” Sighing, she pressed her hands together, folding them over and over again until she stopped feeling so nervous. But she never did. “Aren’t you, though? You said it yourself, you test people.” Then she nodded. “Yeah. I think… I think it’s supposed to be a message. All of the notes combined, I mean. I just haven’t figured out what it means yet. Anne has these newspaper clippings, and I’m too scared to ask my parents but I think they know something. And Jaime – Jaime got one. Maisie, too.” It was obvious from the tone of her voice she was scared. She just hoped it wasn’t also obvious there was something she wasn’t telling him.

“I’m not shutting you out. I’d have to let you in to begin with to do that.” He snapped back. “Sure.” Wolfgang dismissed with an eye roll, finding he was only really protecting himself because she seemed so contented earlier in the evening. “Yeah, but I’m not testing you.” He lied. Nodding, he idly messed with the bottle cap on his water bottle as he sighed. “I knew a few did, but... I didn’t realize you’d get one too. Are you-- I mean I don’t know why anyone would even target you. You’re like pure as hell, or whatever.”

[wolfgangaxelsson]

clairebillngs:

“Oh my god. It’s sad how in denial you are. Did she even tell you what they did? What he did?”  She waited for the slightest sign of curiosity. “Lunch with her parents. He brought her and her mom flowers, which I thought was a nice touch. Then they went volunteering together. I’m sure you knew that, though. Since they were wearing matching t-shirts,” she smirked. 

“It’s not denial. I have proof. -- What did they do.... he did?” Wolfgang narrowed his eyes, trying to think on what happened after their date, not during. Laughing more dramatically that necessary, he shook his head. “That’s not a real date. That’s a playdate.” 

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cadymoore:

“What do you mean?” It was a genuine question, not pointed in any way. “So when does the buck stop, then? How many times does someone have to jiggle the lock before you open the door? – I’m not fighting myself, I’m fighting your false claims.” Cady said back, almost jokily. “It is. Don’t take the easy way out.“ A sigh pressed her lips as she looked down. “I know you’re not yourself right now but you don’t have to be mean.” And then he kept talking, and she kept looking down. Now starting to fidget with her fingers. When the note was put in her lap, she paused, and picked it up with both hands, furiously unfolding it until she saw the message. “You?” She repeated, looking over at him, before shaking her head, like it didn’t make sense. “Mine just says ’PARENTS’.”

“Nothing.” He murmured feeling as if explaining would’ve been too much of a hassle. “I guess how many ever times it takes until I believe it. -- You’re fighting yourself.” He retorted quietly into his shoulder as he wiped his eyes against it. “It’s not the easy way out. -- and I’m sorry, I’m really not trying to be mean.” Wolf said with a shrug. “Huh. Wait what fu-- you got one too?” Then he felt as if he was sobering up as he sat at the edge of his bed and put his palms against his face, for once feeling more panicked about her getting one than he initially had about his own.

[wolfgangaxelsson]

anissabanks:

“Oh yeah. Especially the ones who forgot most of it or left early because they got bored.”

“Can’t blame them. It had a tendency to be what’s the word -- a snooze fest.”