𝒉. ₘ. 𝄞

@teenidles-   |
            
            that’s  not  *all*.  he’s  fucking  insane.  (  she  scowls,  arms  folded  tightly  over  her  chest.  )  you  should  report  him.  

@teenidles-   |
            
            are  you.  (  she  taps  her  fingers  against  the  hospital  desk,  eyebrows  furrowed.  )  did  stu  dying  make  you  okay  with  being  a  lesbian,  babe?  
            
            /  they  deserved  it  all,,

/  *like  i  am.  woops!!  

@teenidles-   |
            
            i  know  it’s  not.  i’m  not  stupid.  (  she  sounds  like  a  pouting  child-  and  looks  like  one,  too.  her  lips  are  pouted  and  her  arms  are  crossed,  seated  on  the  bed.  )  don’t  treat  me  like  one.

SHE  HAD  A  MARVELOUS  TIME,  @haunteyes :
            
            how  is  being  on  the  soccer  team  a  gay  trait ?    {  the  question  comes  as  a  clear  joke  despite  how  worried  rebekah  seems  to  be,   brows  furrowed  together  as  she  hugs  the  pillow  to  her  chest.   shame  isn't  a  feeling  she's  comfortable  with,   isn't  a  feeling  she  even  wants  to  display,   but  fear  has  slowly  started  to  warp  itself  from  within,   turning  into  something  bigger.   something  terrifying.  }   god.   this  is  exhausting,   worrying  all  the  time.   i  keep  thinking  that  it's  gonna  get  out,   and  then  what ?    'soccer  captain  gets  sacrificed  and  cannibalized  in  hate  crime' ?
            
            *   again ,,  so  sorry.   had  to  do  it ,, 

@fearedworst-   |
            
            nah.  maybe  those  with  a  gaydar,  but.  (  she  shrugs.  she  feels  a  certain  softness  for  rebekah-  an  urge  to  protect  her,  almost.  )  you’re  good,  okay?  the  most  “gay”  trait  you  have  is  being  on  a  soccer  team,  but  you’re  so  good  that  no  one  cares.

SHE  HAD  A  MARVELOUS  TIME,  @haunteyes :
            
            there's  nothing  about  her.    {  not  only  is  this  a  lie,  it's  a  poorly  executed  one  at  that.   rebekah  knows  better  than  to  even  continue  this  road  she's  attempting  to  take,   hazel  eyes  darting  around  before  she's  leaning  closer  to  heather.  }    what  is  it  about  tatum  riley ?    maybe  the  two  of  them  are  just,   i  dunno,   closeted  lesbian  magnets.  

@fearedworst-   |
            
            oh  we’re  going  there,  little  miss  perfect.  (  she  leans  back  in  her  seat,  lips  curled  into  a  smile.  )  sidney  prescott?  what  is  it  about  her?  

SHE  HAD  A  MARVELOUS  TIME,  @haunteyes :
            
            please,   if  they  wanted  to  damage  my  reputation,   i  could  throw  the  next  game  and  make  us  all  look  bad.   going  lower  isn't  above  me.   {   for  once  rebekah  seems  properly  agitated  by  the  vile  words  written  along  her  friend's  locker,   hip  popped  out  as  she  stares  with  folded  arms.   if  this  locker  were  a  person,   it  would  be  withering  beneath  the  disapproving  gaze  of  the  apex  predator  herself.    heather's  suggestion  is  the  one  thing  to  tear  her  attention  away,   colored  lips  twitching  faintly  at  the  idea.  }   y'know  what ?   absolutely.   i  don't  feel  up  to  geometry  anyway;  those  freaks  care  too  much  about  triangles.   

@fearedworst-   |
            
            kinda  killed  the  vibe.  i  no  longer  wanna  read  the  great  gatsby.  (  she  huffs,  clutching  onto  her  backpack  strap  with  a  frown.  )  besides,  can’t  let  you  be  seen  cleaning  my  locker.  it’ll  damage  your  reputation.  (  …  )  wanna  ditch?  

@filmsstab-   |
            
            you’re  not  carmen.  wrong  sibling,  brother  ‘o  mine.  (  she  teases,  sitting  up  on  her  elbows.  )  talking  about  what?  girl  advice?  

@filmsstab-   |
            
            i’m  friends  with  your  friends  too,  randy.   stop  trying  to  gatekeep  them.   (  she  scoffs,  fixing  her  jacket  in  the  mirror.  )  i  won’t  bother  you,  okay?  we  go  our  separate  ways  when  we  get  there.  

@filmsstab-   |
            
            i  write  in  my  *sleep*,  randall.  (  she  tosses  him  her  journal;  the  only  person  she’d  ever  let  see  it,  besides  carmen.  )  you  think  i’ve  got  something  special?  (  …  )  like,  if  i  wasn’t  your  sister,  would  you  listen  to  me?  

@haunteyes 
            
            "Well, I still thought I'd (ask). You know what they say about assuming." There isn't much humor in his voice as he leans in the doorway. "You wanna talk about it?" 

@holdagrudge   |
            
            no.  (  …  )  pretty  easy  observation,  though.