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"I uh....I'm not really sure actually," she hesitantly revealed, blushing from the awkward encounter. The red head chuckled aloud in an attempt to rid herself of the embarrassment she was facing. "Is it too late to blame it on the invisible bumps?"

ladieswithforce‌:

"You've got a point...besides if he really likes me a little rain check won't stop him."

Mariana sighed before gently squeezing Samantha's hand that held hers, offering a small smile and a chuckle. "You're right, Guys are jerks...let's just run away and get married to save the trouble," she joked.

“yeah, i’m still thinkin’ ‘bout it. i don’t know why you care so much about a number, anyway. it’s not important.”

“Everyone knows it’s different for guys. If you lay 20 woman, you’re a like some God amongst men...if I do it then everyone acts like I’m wearing a freakin’ Scarlet letter.”

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“You know how to make a guy feel all warm and fuzzy inside, ya know?” He mused, ignoring the subject. “Why are you out here anyways?”

Lola simply shrugged, noting the quick change of subject but not one to press on. “Just thought I’d go out for a walk...”

“The sign says ‘closed’… Somethin’ I can do for you?”

“Reading is in fact fundamental....Jeez, what’s got your panties all in a twist?”

“Honestly I’m fine…” He pressed and quickly shook his head. “You should see the other guy.” Archie chuckled dryly in an attempt to dismiss their concern.

“I don’t know Andrews...you look like shit,” she bluntly stated giving the redhead a once over.

“wait, wait, wait — that’s why you won’t sleep with me? you don’t wanna raise your number…” 

“And here we go again...are you seriously still on this?”

“I don’t have cold feet, it’s just....what if he’s like ‘you know who’? I mean they were friends at one point....plus it’s kind of weird that he even wants to hang out with me in the first place. Maybe I should just cancel...”  

“Oh my god,” she softly groaned, hands flying to cover her face in pure embarrassment, “I think I’d be much better if you weren’t here”. Lydia paused for a second before releasing a tiny gasp at how mean her words could have been interpreted, “not like that! I just meant--oh God, I’m just gonna stop talking.”

Carlos hung up and pocketed his phone. “We will continue this discussion later. Don’t think I’ve let you off the hook just yet.” He told one of his dealers before waving him away. He made his way home and, with the slight speeding, he managed to arrive at the house within the timeframe he’d given.

Giving the front door a wary look, he began to move around the side, gripping the gun he had tucked in the waistband of his jeans. He walked all the way around the house before deciding everything was fine for the time being. Carlos unlocked the door and stepped inside. “Isabella.” He called, locking the door behind him.

Isabella grew tired of waiting, seeing as patience wasn’t one of her greatest virtues, and decided to head to her room. After a few minutes of checking her social media she unexpectedly fell asleep.

Not knowing how long she had been unconscious, she woke up with a startle as she heard her name being called out. She didn’t know for certain if it was Carlos or someone else so she quickly and quietly eased her way of the bed, grabbing the closest item she could find to use as a weapon (one of her heels), and stood to the left of the bedroom doorframe waiting for confirmation of the intruders identity.

Carlos slowly crept through the dark and silent house. Slowly, panic began to build up inside him, fear that something might have happened, despite seeing no signs of a struggle. His hand stayed poised over his gun, ready to grab and aim in a second.

Stepping into the bedroom, he turned on the light. It took less than a second to realize it was Isabella standing there holding a shoe and ready to attack and he quickly relaxed.

“Oh thank God,” she exhaled as she quickly tossed the shoe and flew into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and laying her head flush against his chest.

ladieswithforce:

“What letter does it begin with?”

“My name starts with an I”

me: *wants to rp with more people*

me: *is incredibly easy to distract*

me: *has a pile of drafts to tend*

me: *gets picky over minor things*

me: procrastinator extraordinaire™

Rae let out a long sigh. “Max, I am almost three years older than you. There are so many more girls you could swoon with your boyish charm.”

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you age is just a number?,” he retorted, not giving up. “Besides, I’m sure everyone here would agree that three years is nothing,” he mused before a light bulb went off upstairs, “in fact, why don’t we go ask your friends?” Before letting the Blonde girl respond he had already made his way towards the basement.

Dutch watched her as she walked away. “Will do.” He called after her before walking off to the parking lot and getting his car keys out.

Lyanna was still slightly upset from the confrontation that took place earlier but she had a reputation to maintain, she never let anyone see her sweat. Here she was surrounded by her usual crew as she leaned against one of their vehicles and all that kept replaying in her head was what Dutch had said moments before. She was brought out of her thoughts by the constant calling of her name. “What?,” she irritably shot back. “I saw you and that freak show talking back there,” Becky, the school’s self proclaimed queen bee mused in her sickly sweet voice as said boy came in to view, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you...people will talk.” Lyanna glanced over and happened to briefly lock eyes with him and couldn’t contain herself as she let out a scoff and snatched her bag. “First of all, the only freak shows around here are you guys and the last time I checked,” she began before standing in her face, “who I choose to speak to is none of your business.” “Or anyone's for that matter,” she added a bit louder as she simply walked off, deciding instead to walk home.

                ❝   HEY –– -  listen,   ❞   his  voice   BOOMS   off  of  the  walls  when  he  swings  the  dorm  door  open.  the  hallways  are  bustling  like  they  always  are  at  one  in  the  morning;  usually  he  would  let  it  slide,  but  with  a  philosophy  paper  pending  on  his  laptop  and  toilet  paper  practically  nestling  into  its  new  home  up  his  nose,  he  ISN’T  up  for  the  noise  tonight.   ❝   everybody  wanna  shut  the  fuck  up  before  I  write  you  all  up?  ❞ 

"Looks like someone's cranky tonight...or should I say morning," she chuckled unfazed as she remained on the ground, leaning against the wall. She didn't bother looking at him as she kept a watchful eye on her way too naive roommate. After a brief pause she spoke up once more, "don't you?"

ladieswithforce:

“How many syllables is it?”

"Hmm...four. Last question handsome."

ladieswithforce:

“Well, that sounds like a you problem.” Rae said, turning on her heel. “If you need me, I’ll be in the basement.” She told them before turning her head over her shoulder. “Please, don’t need me.”

He couldn't help but chuckle at her sass. "I'll always need ya babe," Max cheekily replied with a smirk.