𓈒ֺּׅ⏦  ၴႅ ̣̣۫ 👢̼️࣪

/   noooooo waaaa:0

[abrupt, she stopped fixing her hair,  turning around to face the other.  she let out a huff. ]  he’s not important.   fuck him.    i just can’t stand how he got the whole school laying at his feet.  including, cassie.    [she continues brushing her hair,  watching herself into the mirror of the vanity.]     really,  i’m only waiting for that downfall.   

@glittersecx,     [     solange   was   slumped   in   a   velvet   chair,    the   blue   glow   of   her   phone   reflecting   off   her   lashes   as   she   scrolled   with   a   slow,     bored   thumb.     she   let   out   a   sharp   inhale   through   her   nose   while   shutting   her   eyes   &   pinching   the   bridge   of   her   nose   in   pure   irritation.    ]     i   heard   you   the   first   time,     maddy.   actually   i   heard   you   the   first   FEW   times   this   week..      [    she   lowered   her   phone   &   looked   over   at   the   vanity   where   the   other   was   sitting .     ]     but   honestly?    if   he’s   bothering   you   this   much,   why   are   we   still   talking   about   him   like   he’s   actually   important?     fuck   nate.

@cashhunt,     my   bad.     [     the   tip   of   her   cigarette   glinting   with   the   faint   shimmer   of   pink   gloss   on   her   lips,     she   takes   the   last   drag   &   blows   the   smoke   gently   away   from   his   direction.      a   flicker   of   a   dimple   appears   on   her   cheek   as   she   lets   out   a   low,     easy   laugh,     teasing   but   soft,     her   honey-brown   eyes   catching   the   light   for   just   a   second.     ]     if   i   didn’t   know   any   better,     i’d   think   you’re   asking   me   out   on   a   date   or   something.     [     solange   flicks   the   cig   onto   the   pavement   before   crushing   the   bud   under   a   kitten   heel,     subtle   &   effortless.     ]     kidding—     so,   what's   this   so   called   favor   you   wantin'   me   to   do?

i’m full of surprises,  remember?     [he chuckled humorously,  walking over to her.    he cleared his throat,   leaning against the stone wall,  he wasn’t surprised to see her here..  at the usual smoke area behind the school.     he watched the smoke evolve into the air,    the fog surrounding them,   the strong smell coming in his nostrils. a small smile tugged at his lips.]    figured you be here.           yeah,   i wanted to ask, if you had plans tonight?      

@cashhunt,      [      she   turns   at   the   sound   of   her   name,   cigarette   hanging   loose   between   her   fingers.      the   ember   flares   when   she   takes   a   slow   drag,   eyes   narrowing   just   a   touch   as   they   settle   on   him—not   guarded,   just   attentive.      ]      the   cash..   asking   me   for   a   favor?   that’s   a   first.      [      solange   shifts   her   weight   easy,   unbothered.      smoke   slips   from   her   mouth   in   an   unhurried   stream,   drifting   between   them   as   one   brow   lifts   curiosity   outweighing   amusement.      ]      what’s   up?

/    YEAHHHH SAW IT >:0

@cultofsaltz,     keep   the   gum.     [      solange   leaned   in,   just   close   enough   that   the   other   girl   could   feel   her   breath.   sweat   glistened   on   her   temple,     a   tiny   reminder   that   she   was   alive   in   the   heat   of   the   room.      the   glitter   on   her   eyelids   caught   the   strobe,     but   she   barely   noticed—     her   fingers   stayed   curled   around   the   necklace   at   her   collarbone,      a   small   anchor.     she   let   a   half-smile   slip,   sharp   but   easy.     ]     but   i’m   cashing   in   on   the   ‘dipping’   part.     [     her   fingertips   brushed   the   girl’s   arm—just   enough   to   be   felt—before   she   pushed   through   the   crowd,   not   glancing   back.      ]      this   party’s   dead   anyway.

i’ll give you a piece of gum if you do, too. 

@cashhunt,     it’s   fine.     [      the   words   were   too   steady,   smooth,   rehearsed   as   the   box   groaned   between   her   white-knuckled   grip.   she   didn’t   flinch   at   the   grit   biting   into   her   knees;   just   watched   the   gray   tape   shrivel   under   the   sun.   shoulders   pinned,   jaw   clamped.      ]     with   the   day   i’m   having,   it   was   kinda   bound   to   happen.    [      she   barely   registered   the   movement   before   he   was   there,   stepping   in   quick,   instinctive.   her   gaze   lifted   in   time   to   catch   it —      the   way   he   didn’t   hesitate.   something   in   her   eased,   just   a   fraction.   the   corner   of   her   mouth   tugged   up,   soft   and   brief,   like   she   found   it   sweet   but   didn’t   want   that   to   be   the   first   thing   he   learned   about   her.   a   dimple   flashed,   gone.      ]   you   don’t   gotta   do   that..   seriously.

[brows raised,  he watched her stuff spill over the floor.    not thinking twice,  he knelt down beside her onto the pavement to help her pick up some of the junk.   silver chain dangling around his neck as he bent,  helping her put it back.]      i didn’t mean to startle you,  sorry.    [he apologized,    greenish blue eyes looked over at her.   despite his gruff appearance,  buzzcut. some would see him,  as some threat.  veiling his gentleman demeanor.    his voice was rather calm as he spoke, noticing the exhaustion adorning her eyes.  he frowned.]       well, do you need some help?       they look heavy,     yeah.  

@cashhunt,   shit.      [      she   sighs,   the   sound   heavy   &   jagged   as   she   stares   at   the   scattered   box.      it’s   a   cluttered   myriad   of   personal   junk   now   claiming   the   pavement,   lips   pressed   into   a   tight,   frustrated   line.      she   kneels,   jaw   set   firm,   as   her   fingers   tangle   with   the   torn   cardboard   to   drag   the   mess   back   into   place.      hair   sticks   to   her   neck   in   the   stifling   heat,   an   unrelenting   itch   she   ignores.      a   soft   scoff   bubbles   up—a   half-laugh   at   the   pure   absurdity   of   someone   watching    this   disaster—as   she   gives   a   slight,   disbelieving   shake   of   her   head.      ]      i   would   be..      [      finally,   she   shifts   her   weight   to   look   up   at   him,   squinting   one   eye   shut   against   the   aggressive   glare   of   the   sun.      she   tilts   her   head   just   enough   to   trap   his   gaze   with   a   look   that’s   blunt   &   completely   exhausted.      ]      if   these   boxes   weren’t   beating   my   ass.