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Lol okay. Yay!!! No while I watch my show I’m just going to be thinking of our relationship. Also, sorry for the wait with Amir. I promise I’ll get to it. (Lol come to think of it, if ur guy is a jock, Amir could be the one that dares him)
Are u sure? Cuz like I feel as to have you to go out of ur way to make one (especially if u feel and for me) cuz I want someone that genuinely want to do this. So like u don’t have to if u don’t want to.
I can never have too many collabs with anyone. Idk if I should change her so it could work out lol. But the idea I had worked out cuz it would happen in school. Y’know how boys dare Each other and all. But it could still work out outside of school.... maybe?
She’s 18, a student.
Did anyone get back to u yet?
Vee pushed back her sisters hair and held it in place, but once Lydia lifted her head, she let go and stood up. Vee couldn’t help but remember how she had felt the same way when the curse started to change her, before she even knew what she was. She’s not changing? No. She’s sick. Just food poisoning like she said. Vee brushed away the idea. She made herself believe that her sister was truly sick unless..... “are you pregnant?” She couldn’t help but ask. She knew her sister was in a relationship, so there was a chance. She couldn’t help but think of how her parents would think about her. Would they think she’s still perfect? Did she actually want that to happen to her sister? No.
Hearing what Lydia said that though, she couldn’t help but think she probably deserved something like that. Rather than admit she was actually worried, she just scoffed and said, “well mom sent me, and dinner is already ruined. They won’t eat until they know you're okay.” Vee didn’t want to show her emotions, even at a moment like this. But seeing her sister act that way, she couldn’t help but ask, “Lydia, are you okay?” She moved closer so she could take a hold of her arm and force her to look at her.
Congrats Devotion! Also, imma try to get to my replies rn so sorry for the wait peeps.
Andddddd I’m still in the mood for have a depressing heartbreak relationship if anyone is still up for it pleaseeeeee (this show is seriously so emotional) I’m thinking of having my girl Hannah be approached by a guy (probably a jock) who gets dared by his friends to sleep with her and so he goes with it and is given like a month or something. So he acts nice and sweet to get her to trust him but he would actually eventually fall in love with her but she’ll find out just like shit goes from there. She’s a mind reader so it would be interesting but like she can’t read everything so she really won’t know.... ugh I’m just dreaming here lol
It was Monday, and Elizabeth was dragging herself to the tattoo shop that she worked at apparently. As much as she didn’t want to be here, especially after the big fight she had with her brother and the attack still having an after affect on her, she knew she had to. But Elizabeth’s emotions were so bottled up, that she felt she was going to explode at the simplest thing. She still hasn’t spoken to her best friend, Salem, about what happened, even though she witnessed the fight. She was too ashamed, and too angry. She knew what she said was wrong, calling Lorenzo her half brother to his face. But she had been so angry, so hurt, that she wanted to get back at him badly, and that was the first thing that came to her mind. Just thinking about it made her eyes rim with tears, but she forced herself not to cry. She had work to day.
So finally, Elizabeth walked into the tattoo shop, dressed in ripped up black jeans, a white tank top, and a beaten up denim jacket with the same black boots she had on last time. She kept cool, no frown or a smile. She didn’t want to give away the turbulence that she felt was going on inside of her. “Ryland?” She called out once she walked up to the desk. I can’t believe I’m doing this. As if fate hated her, she was also working with him now. Could life get any worse?
The private message thread between Salem Penderghast and Elizabeth Asher
After giving Becky orders in Spanish, Isabella closed the front door and followed her friend who was already taking the lead to her room. She looked around the house, making sure her sisters weren’t near to eavesdrop on the two. After the two girls were in Isabella’s room, she closed the door after herself and then moved to sit on the bed. “Okay, spill it. What’s going on chica?” Isabella immediately jumped into the conversation, skipping everything else and going straight for the tea.
Any smile she had on her face left at the mention of of going to the bathroom and was replaced with a panicked look. “No! I mean, yes, let’s be friends.... but like, we don’t have to go to the bathroom. It’s fine. I’m fine. We don’t have to clean it.” Anna noticed she was rambling as she tried to fix her mistake. She was grateful for his offer to help her and to even suggest that they were to be friends, but being what she was, she couldn’t risk getting water on her with him near. That would only expose her. She went back to smiling, trying to play it cool. God. I probably scared him away, she thought to herself.
Sorry for not being active today. I’m at my friends chilling and smoking
Even though he thought the work she did was funny, deep down in his hearts of heart, he felt guilty and knew it was wrong. Ugh. This angel crap was killing him. With her approval, Chris moved next to her on the bleachers. He was just settling when his eyes briefly glanced at her phone screen- because who wouldn’t see what the other person was doing- and caught sight of what seemed to be her photo album with photos that seemed to be her? He thought it was best to pay no mind to it. It was none of his business.
Instead, he leaned back on the raised bleacher behind him to relax, his arms stretching before crossing behind his head. “History class. Honestly, I can not stand Mr. S speaking on and on and on like that. I think I’m going to go deaf. Like, if history is a physical thing, he should get married to it.” He laughed at what he said. “So what have you been up to? Y’know, besides skipping.” He asked.
Amir’s hazel eyes scanned over the paper he had, reading things that he wasn’t supposed to see. “Wait...” he said, more to himself. This wasn’t his paper, but why did peanut brain have it? Glancing back at Matteo, who had changed appearance while Amir was looking over his room, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he was doing with this paper, that was until he spoke. He held onto it a little longer, even though he was threatened, and looked over the other papers he had before him. Just like the one he held, those weren’t his either.
“What do you mean, this is how you get money?” Amir asked in disbelief, finally handing him back the paper. “Is this some kind of joke? How are you doing peoples work?” He looked over Matteo. This was all a shock to him, the fact that he did work for money, the glasses, the simplicity yet stylish lifestyle. He just knew this guy as a dirty fighter and a troublemaker.
