Okay so @misanderousmisfit replied to my post with “Awkward locker room encounter after the events of the last episode” and honestly how can I resist?
Jonathan loathes gym class; in fact he doesn’t think he’s ever hated a class as much as gym. Even math couldn’t compare to the tragedy of gym. The coach made him participate in everything, and considering he wasn’t the most athletic in the world, it was like a death sentence.
“Byers, you’re supposed to catch the ball with your hands not your face!” The coach blows his whistle as the other boys laugh and taunt him, and he drags himself off of the dirty floor. “That’s game point, hit the showers!” The man snaps, and Jonathan watches them all head into the locker room.
Not to be a cliché, but the locker room was like a personal hell of his. There was no teacher around to supervise so Jonathan often had his towel yanked off or even worse he was snapped with one. Since Will had come back, he’d been admittedly happier, but nothing could make him enjoy the gross locker room.
“Careful guys, better keep your towels on, the fag is here!” He hears Tommy H crow, the others snicker and laugh as Jonathan scowls. The guy had it out for him since elementary, but it’d only gotten worse after the fight in the alley.
“At least I’m not the one pulling other guys’ towels off, Tommy.” It’s a direct call out, and he’s not sure what’s gotten into him. But he realizes his mistake when he’s grabbed and shoved into a locker. One of the problems with being 5′8 and skinny was that he still fit into the lockers somehow. When the door slams shut, he tries to push it back open to no avail. The other guys in the locker room are howling in amusement, a few tap on the locker door tauntingly on their way out.
He could fight a monster from another dimension but he couldn’t keep himself from getting shoved around by pretty much every upperclassman (and some of the larger underclassmen) in his school.
The kids filter out; Jonathan wonders how long it’ll take for the coach or the janitor to come let him out.
He’s in there for a few minutes, legs starting to cramp and shoulder aching from the position it was in. Then there’s suddenly someone whistling as they step into the locker room.
“A little help?” He calls, humiliation washing over him as the whistling stops and footsteps come closer. Then, he spots who it is through the vent in the top of the locker, and he wishes he’d never spoken at all.
The locker door opens and Jonathan stumbles out ungracefully. He stares at the lockers, the floor, anything but the person across from him.
“Hey, Jonathan.” Steve greets hesitantly, Jonathan nods his head and waves feebly. “I’m guessing Tommy?” He asks quietly, and Jonathan nods once more. “Yeah, he’s been giving me shit too lately. Take my advice, hang behind after class under the bleachers until they’re all gone.” He explains. “That’s what I do.”
“Yeah, right.” He agrees warily, glancing up through his fringe to find Steve’s gaze much more sincere than he expected.
“And next time, try to stick next to me in dodgeball. It’s painful watching you take a pounding like that.” He pats Jonathan’s shoulder awkwardly, and Jonathan ducks his head, hoping that Steve will just go away so he can be miserable in peace. “By the way, Nancy’s been trying to get ahold of you. We wanted to know if maybe you wanted to sit with us at lunch?” He suggests, and Jonathan looks up in surprise.
“We?” He asks, and Steve smiles.
“Yeah, man. Monster hunting buddies for life, that’s a bond nobody can break.” He grins, and Jonathan is stunned as Steve ruffles his sweaty hair and turns away to head back into the showers.
Prompt: When an early bird and a womanizer are roommates, they come up with a scheme that favors both of them. But some things are not as clear as they seem
Pairing: Buckyx Reader
Warnings: None that I know of… *If you do feel triggered by something, let me know so I can add here and warn other readers!
Word Count: 519
Author’s Note:As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)
so, my freshman year just ended, so i figured that i should make a post with some bits of advice for incoming freshmen!
you’re not alone. you’re not the only one feeling awkward, shy, or scared of this whole, new “high school” sort of thing. there are hundreds of other freshmen students coming in as well, so don’t worry about it!
attend freshman orientation
take advantage of this time to introduce yourself to your teachers and to find your classes. get your schedule and then walk to each of your classes in that order. this way, you won’t get lost as easily on the first day of school. use this time to practice opening your locker as well (trust me, i’ve been late to my first class bc of locker problems lololol)
grades: remember to focus on your studies and to work hard!
don’t procrastinate, use your time wisely, and do your homework right away.
here are some of my posts that might help you out:
be prepared. the first couple days of high school are like a “grace period” where the teachers are a bit more relaxed and easy-going. however, high school has different expectations than middle school did. your teachers will expect you to be prepared for all of your tests and exams as well as having all of the needed materials + homework assignments ready.
invest in a good backpack. some of my friends had cute, small, trendy backpacks, but they all ripped and wore out before the end of first semester. just invest in a good one because you’ll have to haul around textbooks and binders and whatnot.
know the rules at your school and don’t break them.
there are lots of really weird and tiny rules hidden away in school handbooks, so it’s good to just spend a day to flip through the book and figure what you can do and what you can’t.
hallway traffic: it will be crowded and pushy and a complete pain in the butt (esp. when you’re trying to get to your locker). try to reduce the problem by staying on the right side of the hall and don’t push really hard or anything like that.
join a few clubs or sports teams that you’re interested in
it’s a great way to meet new friends + establish a social life + do things that you’re genuinely interested in. later on, if you really love the club/team and dedicate yourself to it, your club advisor or coach could be a really great person to go to for recommendation letters.
don’t be afraid to meet new people and make new friends. i know, i know. it’s tempting to stick with the same group of friends that you had in middle school, but the thing is, a lot of friends tend to drift apart in high school. it might happen bc of conflicting schedules or changes in interest, but don’t cling too hard to them. change is inevitable, and though it might hurt now, don’t miss the opportunity to talk to new people.
just introduce yourself and get to know other people. who knows? they might turn out to be an amazing friend!
don’t be afraid of the upperclassmen. in fact, try to make friends with some of them! they have past experiences with teachers and classes, so they can give you a lot of tips and tricks + helpful advice. i met my upperclassmen friends through extracurriculars, so try that!
be nice to your teachers. be polite to them and say things like “thank you” and “good morning” and “hello”. some teachers can be really bad and frustrating, but try not to talk about it in their faces. after all, they’re people too. also, they control your grade.
also, don’t be afraid to ask questions if you don’t understand something. your teachers are there to help you.
cliques and popularity: idk what it is about the allure of popularity, but don’t get too caught up in it. honestly, popularity means nothing. you don’t have to try so hard to impress people; just be yourself! besides, most of the “popular” people at my school seem to be false and have false friends :(
relationships: please don’t feel like you absolutely have to be in a relationship with someone. it’s not necessary, and some people only do it because they feel like they have to. it’s alright to start a relationship in freshman year, but only do it if you genuinely want to be in a relationship with them + don’t let it detract from your studies!
also, please avoid sexual stuff. you’re underage and if you get caught, there will be serious repercussions bc of national laws. if your partner tries to force you to do something that you’re not comfortable with, tell someone immediately and get help.
drugs / alcohol / etc: i don’t care if you say that it’s what everybody does at a party or whether or not it’s the “cool and fun” thing to do now. don’t do them, no matter what your friends say.
if your friends are forcing you to do them, then evidently, they’re not being a good influence nor are they being good friends. don’t break the law. make good choices that you won’t regret.
remember to take care of yourself. love yourself. in the flurry of stuff that you might have in high school, it’s easy to forget about yourself. take some time to relax, listen to some nice music, and take a deep breath. your grades are important but you are also important as well.
have fun and enjoy yourself! time flies by really fast and sooner or later, you’ll be at graduation with a big smile on your face and all the memories that you made in the last four years.
hope this helped and good luck! if you’d like to request a post, go here and if you’d like to see more helpful posts, go here!! thanks :)
helloo! i was wondering could that prayer-locker parallel be taken a bit further? like with Isak Even helped him to open the locker once and i think with Sana and prayer there might be someone who realises what Sana is doing and gives her space - for example Sana praying in classroom and Even bumping in there, realizing what is happening and giving her some space and time? I don't know where i'm going with this, but i would love to hear more of your thoughts on this :>
arghhh! theres so many things that could go from here!
tbh, i believe that even would be the right person to notice something’s wrong with sana, especially regarding her religion and her struggle to fit around the girls, and even, in some sense knows how she feels, because he’s been through the same thing too, maybe with the balloon squad? and he knows that the reason why they drifted apart is because he couldnt communicate with them well, he didnt explain to them what he was dealing/struggling with, so that could maybe the reason why even chose to break his friendship with the bakka boys
and since he knows that sanas condition in a way is pretty similar to his, i think hed try to tell her that maybe its better to talk things out to the girls, that communication prevents misunderstandings, but i dont think even jump at sana right away, i think thats when isak comes in
isak knows her longer, and he respects and genuinely cares for her and i think he’s the brigde that connects even and sana and their daily islamic discussions, even will try to help her constant battle with her friendships and faith and maybe isak will help her with yousef? because he’s been in her shoes too?
maybe im reaching, but apart from elias and sana’s parents evak might be the right answer to mend sana’s “locker problem”
@ julie andem, please make the holy trinity happen
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Requested by @sabrinas-wolves- can u write some stiles x reader fluff nOw ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ As I laid in bed next to Stiles, I couldn’t help but smile. I was finishing up reading a book that I had been working on for the past few days and Stiles, being in impatient boyfriend that he is, demanded that as soon as I was done we could cuddle and talk. As I read my book, Stiles laid next to me, his head in the crook of my neck while my hand that wasn’t holding the book was in his hair. “Babyyyyy” Stiles whined as I turned another page, truth be told I finished the book a few minutes ago but it was cute seeing him like this. Needy and wanting all my attention. I chuckled slightly before looking at Stiles. He looked at me and then the book and then back at me making me chuckle once more. I sat up on the bed and rolled on my side, putting the book on the ground and rolling back over towards Stiles, a smile spread across his face as he engulfed me in his arms. “Better?” I asked causing him to hum and nod as he held me as close as humanly possible. My nose was now in the crook of his neck, his familiar scent surrounding me. Our legs entangled with one another and our arms touching any space we could on one another. I smiled at the thought that we could stay like this for as long as we wanted, seeing as we had all night. “You know something?” I asked causing Stiles to move back a little just so he could look down at me, now that I was looking up at him. “I know a lot of things.” He said causing me to roll my eyes and punch his chest softly which only made him smile widely and kiss my forehead. His sarcasm, one of his charming qualities that I love more than anything. “Did you know that I had a crush on you since freshmen year?” I asked causing him to laugh loudly and shake his head from side to side. Stiles and I officially met Sophomore year so he just assumed that’s when I started to have feelings for him, turns out I was into Stiles when he was into Lydia. Lydia is never a sore subject for us, I’m not the kind of girl who thinks that just because her boyfriend use to love someone, it means that she will always hold a place in his heart that is above mine. He loved Lydia, he will always love Lydia but not how he used to, he isn’t in love with her anymore, he fell out of love with her, a long time ago. “Did you know that from the moment I saw you, I knew that you were it for me?” He asked, now causing me to shake my head from side to side. Neither of us knew the exact moment for each other when we fell in love with one another, I think that we thought it was just too mushy to tell. “It wasn’t just because I thought you were gorgeous. It was all of you, the whole package. It was the way you were fumbling with books in your locker, the way you didn’t care what other people thought of you. I knew that looking at you, no other girl would ever compare.” He said causing me to hum and kiss down his jawline. Stiles and I were one for cute things, my promise ring on my left hand on my left finger was proof of that, but this took it all to a new level. Stiles and I had been thought hell and back with one another, I never left his side, not once. Not when he was void, not when he accidently killed Donovan, not even when everyone thought there never was a Stiles Stilinski, I knew there was. Stiles stuck by my side through, crying in the boys locker room over problems at home, and when I got hurt in one of our many battles and ended up in the hospital, and even when I told him that I needed a break after the nogitsune. We always found our way back to one another, we didn’t just want each other, we needed each other. “I can’t wait until our drunk family members make stupid and embarrassing speeches at our wedding, and we tell our kids about how we met, I can’t wait until we are old and wrinkly and we are fighting over what kind of pudding to have for dessert.” He said making me giggle and sit up a little so my face was hovering over his. “That sounds perfect. As much as I love that, I love our moments now, most people don’t find their soulmate, the love of their life until they are at least in their mid-twenties to early thirties, if they are lucky, hell, some don’t find them at all, but I was lucky enough to find mine in the hallways of Beacon Hills high school. We have our entire lives to enjoy each other, to be with each other” I said causing him to smile softy and cup my face in one of his hands. “I love you, so so much (Y/N).” He whispered against my lips causing me to nod and peck his lips once. “I love you beyond words, Stiles Stilinski.” I whispered back before we connected our lips for real this time, wanting only each other in this moment. I knew Stiles was my one and only and I knew that he felt the same way about me. I was never insecure with Stiles, he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, even when our whole world was crashing down around us. We love each other fully, we love the not so cute parts and the parts that annoy us to no end but that’s part of it all, it’s part of loving someone as a whole and not just loving how they make you feel. Not all good things have to come to an end and Stiles and I, are living proof of that.
A/N: So I’ve been watching Teen Wolf for a pretty long time and I also really enjoy writing and I figured why not start writing some oneshots for you all? Hope you all enjoy, and feel free to request! (Also let’s just pretend Devenford has like a day where they don’t have to wear uniforms or something just for this imagine.)
Summery: Brett Talbot x Reader where the reader gets bullied by one of the popular girls because of the crush she seems to have on Brett. One day things go a little too far and Brett steps in and does something about it.
“He’d never go after you, y'know.” Y/N let out a sigh, breaking her gaze from the boy across the hall and now shoving remaining supplies into her backpack.
“You’re too short, quiet, and your style, God don’t even get me started on your style. I mean State Champs? What even is a State Champs?” The girl looked down, a hand reaching up to pick at the hoodie she was currently wearing. The hoodie that displayed the name of her favorite band.
“It’s a band…” She murmured quietly, squirming under the harsh gaze of the taller girl that stood in front of her- one that held a title of a Popular.
The popular girl let out a scoff, rolling her eyes in disgust. “What is it one of your little punk bands that no one knows about? Just face it, Y/N no one at this school is even gonna glance at you a second time- and if they do it’s only because you’re so weird looking.”
By now Y/N had had about enough of the berating and zipped up her backpack, lifting it up onto her shoulders and now taking her leave and making her way to class, getting away from this girl and her toxic words.
“That’s right, walk away! Avoid the problem like you always do!” The words made Y/N cringe and she stopped for a second before finally leaving down the hallway.
The shout was what brought Brett to attention, an eyebrow raising as his gaze shifted from his friends to the commotion on the other side of the hall. He recognized the voice as Samantha’s, and then he followed her gaze to the Y/H/C haired girl that stopped a few feet away before continuing on. Was Sam criticizing Y/N again? He really needed to do something about that, it seemed like Y/N got some of her shit every day and she really didn’t deserve it. Y/N was a nice girl. Quiet, but nice. Brett remembered that time when she helped him understand something during class. She was probably one of the nicest girls that he knew, and here she was getting picked on by one of the most popular girls in school. What a load of crap.
The next day brought more of Samantha’s hurtful words, but this time Y/N only took quick glances at the boy across the hall, trying not to be as obvious as she organized the things she would need for homework that night.
“So are you going to the lacrosse game tomorrow night?” Sam questioned, a smirk playing at her lips as she leaned against the locker beside Y/N’s.
“Wanna see if your fantasy of Brett confessing his feelings is gonna happen?”
The girl simply continued packing up her things for the day, not responding to the popular one before her. When Y/N reached up to grab another notebook, her locker door was slammed shut, a searing pain encasing her fingers in a wall of fiery pain. She let out a yelp, cradling her now puffy and red hand against her chest as soon as the locker door swung back open.
“Answer me!” The rage on Samantha’s face was clear, but it was nothing compared to the look that Brett held on his face. The boy marched his way over to the two girls, and he had to stop himself from his eyes glowing a bright yellow because of what he had just witnessed.
“Samantha!” He snapped, arms crossed over his chest as he now stood beside Y/N.
“What the utter fuck was that for?!“
"O-oh. Hi there, Brett. How are you doing?” The girl instantly stood up straight at the sight of the male, smoothing her skirt out before beginning to play with a strand of her hair.
“Cut the innocent act, Sam. I saw what you just did. It was completely uncalled for, as was everything else you’ve said to her was.” He was just short of growling now, and it was very clear that he was not pleased.
“R-right… Sorry, Brett.”
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”
Samantha let out a huff, rolling her eyes. “Fine. I’m sorry, Y/N.” And with that, the girl turned on her heels and strutted away.
“Thank you, Brett…” Came the quiet voice from beside him. The voice caused a slight smile form on his face as he crouched down beside her and picked up the things that had fell and placed them back in her locker.
“It’s no problem, Y/N. She wasn’t treating you right and I couldn’t just stand there and let her do it.” By now Brett had stood up, Y/N’s backpack in one hand while the other was placed onto her shoulder.
“Now how about we get you to the nurse, huh? Get your hand checked out?”
Y/N simply nodded, letting Brett lead her to the nurse’s office even though they both knew where it was.
“Well your fingers don’t look broken…” The nurse spoke, Y/N’s hand still between her own. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she straightened out the teenager’s fingers, causing the teen to hiss in pain.
“But we better put some type of finger splint on them just in case.” Y/N only nodded, letting the nurse do what she needed to. All she really wanted to do was get out of there now. She pretty much always avoided the nurse’s office whenever she could, so this really wasn’t a fun time for her.
“Do you have a ride home?” Brett questioned once they had exited the room, still holding on to Y/N’s backpack.
“Um, no. I don’t.” She replied, playing with the sleeves of her sweatshirt.
“I could give you a ride if you want?” The boy suggested as the two began walking down the hall and towards the exit of the school.
Y/N’s eyes widened and she shook her head.
“No I wouldn’t want to bother you.”
“Y/N, you’re not bothering me. It’s the least I could do- plus we live in the same neighborhood,” Brett said with a chuckle. The girl’s nose wrinkled in response, not liking the idea of it but still following the male towards his car.
“I’m not that bad, Y/N I swear.” Brett laughed, having saw her wrinkle her nose.
“N-no! I wasn’t claiming that you were!” The girl’s cheeks tinted a shade of pink as Brett’s laugh got louder and he couldn’t help but admit to himself how cute she looked.
“I have to make a stop before I take you home. Is that okay?” He asked once they reached his car.
“Yeah, yeah of course! Do whatever you need to do.”
When Brett pulled up beside the local diner, Y/N was thoroughly confused.
“I thought you said you had something to do?” She questioned, looking over at him.
“I do, and that thing is taking you out for something to eat. I feel like I need to repay you for all that Samantha has put you through,” the boy said honestly, a shy smile making it’s way onto his face as he turned the car off and unbuckled himself.
“But you don’t-”
“Ah ah ah, I don’t want to hear any buts or how I don’t need to do this. I’m going to do this anyways and you’re not going to stop me.” Brett held up a finger, wagging it back and forth as if to reinforce the ‘no.’
Y/N through her head back with an exasperated sigh but nonetheless unbuckled herself and stepped out of the car, waiting for Brett before following him into the diner.
The two sat in a booth across from each other, two milkshakes and a bowl of fries laid out on the table between them. The two made idle chat and joked around, the other’s laugh making them smile even wider. At one point the waitress even commented on how cute of a couple they were, which made both of them choke on their milkshakes as their cheeks heated up a shade of pink that matched the strawberries atop their drinks.
“You know I really wanted to thank you for all this, Brett.” Y/N spoke up, a light smile on her lips as she boldly reached out and touched the top of his hand.
“There’s no need to thank me…” Now Brett was the quiet one, head bowing down slightly as he chewed on his bottom lip.
“Still, I want to. This has been a great time.”
“Well it was the least I could do, Y/N. After all Sam-”
“Is this all just about making me feel better because of Samantha, though?”
Brett let out a sigh, shaking his head.
“No, it’s not. I uh, maybe-sorta-wanted-to-take you out on a date because I like you…”
Y/N grinned, leaning onto the table and bringing Brett’s head up so that she could look on him.
“Well I like you too.”
“So would you maybe want to go out again sometime?”
“Well, Brett- I think that’s the least I could do.”
#36: No shave November baby! I can hear tater be so excited about this to Jack...poor poor tater.
Listen, Nikolai (named after Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov) is the dog that Tater and Snowy have and is basically canon as far as I’m concerned, even if I only imagined him a day ago. Just a big doofus dog (part Great Pyrenees?) that loves everyone and thinks he is a lapdog. (Maybe he takes after Tater a little? Lol) ANYWAY, Poor Tater cannot grow facial hair to save his life. His moustache is just like, 12 scraggly hairs. The whole team drags him for it, but it’s all in good fun. Snowy swears in basically every sentence. I love bros and friendships so much. (Also some Zimbits and fluff at the end because of course.) Enjoy!
36. No shave November, baby!
“Oh, come on! Is not fair, man!” Tater groaned when he finally started to catch glimpses of his teammates with their helmets off. He had been gone for a rare four days during the season for a family event in Russia, and returned to find his team well into growing their Movember moustaches.
“Not bad, eh Tater?” Jack grinned and rubbed his fingers across his growing moustache. “Looks like you’ve got some catching up to do.”
“Zimmboni grows moustache so fast. Share your secrets.”
“I dunno, man. I used to have a lot of trouble with growing my facial hair when I was younger, but this year? It’s been quick. My best friend is loving it. He’s been bugging me about trying to grow one for over four years.”
“Your best friend – the little blond man, yes? Beetle?”
“Oh, uh, no. This is my other best friend – the guys all call him Shitty. He’s had a moustache since he was eighteen. And it’s Bittle, not Beetle.”
“Ah, Bittle. I thought maybe his nickname was after bug because he is so small.”
Jack chuckled and briefly considered explaining that his real nickname was ‘Bitty’ which could mean small, but decided against it. He did not mind sharing the nickname with their old Samwell team, but Jack liked being the only person in Providence who knew Bitty. “He might not appreciate that much.”
Tater ran a towel through his damp hair and sat down in his locker room stall. “So, Zimmboni–” he began. “Always with so many friends. So many best friends.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Jack grinned. It felt strange to realize that he was a person with such a large group of friends. Genuine friends. Ten years ago he barely had any friends – he had not even met Kent yet back then.
“It’s okay, as long as I’m your best friend on team. Right?”
“Good. Zimmboni is my best friend on team too. Outside of team? Probably Snowy.”
One of the things I love about Marinette is that even in her civilian form if she identifies a problem she will immediately come up with a plan to eliminate it, and execute it without hesitation (even if there are some flaws in her logic). Case in point, the entire subplot of the Copycat/Deux Chats episode. She leaves a weird voicemail on Adrien’s phone, and immediately is like “WELL WE’D BETTER BREAK INTO HIS LOCKER AND GET IT SO THAT WE CAN DELETE THE MESSAGE”
Gets to phone, but it’s password protected, and the boys are coming back into the locker room. Oh no problem I’ll just stEAL IT AND DEAL WITH IT AT HOME NBD
And then the best part comes when she’s like HMMM I MIGHT HAVE IN SOME SHAPE OR FORM MADE SOMETHING AKIN TO A MISTAKE. Because now she’s like “shit imma get arrested for stealing.” So what does she do?
WELP I’D BETTER GET RID OF THE FINGERPRINTS JOLLY GOOD THEN
And then, after succesfully deleteting the voicemail, SHE JUST FUCKING PUTS THE PHONE BACK INTO HIS BAG IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS THIS GIRL GETS IT DONE
Ok, so this is for Cricket (aka ilikenightwriting)! I dunno, I felt like writing right now so I guess I made this! Cricket, I am extremely sorry in advance for this thing.
AU: You and Nate are best friends, and you have a secret crush on him. One day, he dares you to tell him who you like. But instead of you telling who you like, you dare him to go first…
Nate and I were walking down the stairs to get to our lockers before lunch break. “Don’t you remember that time when Johnson split his pants right down the middle!” Nate jokes.
“Don’t get me started!” I laughed back. I was holding back joyful tears, recalling the time Jack bent down, trying to reach his phone that got knocked down by Gilinsky while they were goofing off in study hall.
We were already right beside our lockers. Teachers always had problems with us; we’d always talk and noodle around until laughing our asses off and falling on the floor. We were even called the “Devil’s Duo” by our Math teacher, Mrs. Henderson. Nate was the one to introduce me to the rest of the squad too, Sammy, Gilinsky, and Johnson.
“Okay, okay,” Nate started. “If you promise to answer this, I will love you forever.” I smile internally because he said that he would love me. This feeling I get in my chest. Butterflies -no- dragons started doing back flips in my stomach ever since freshman year of high school. Nate has this charm to him that no one else possess.
“Okay, so shoot,” I said back, trying to conceal my blush that has appeared a few moments ago.
“Who do you like?” He asked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.
“Uh…” I trailed off. I could already feel my pale cheeks redden. I didn’t want Nate to know I have a crush on him!
“What was that Cricket?“
"Y-you go first,” My breath faltered as I said that. I look up from the cement, only to see the big hazel eyes I fell for.
“Okay…” he starts. He leans up against his locker, putting his heel up so it would rest on the locker. “I like Mallory,” He points to the girl across the hallway who is talking inside a group of girls.
My heart dropped. Like an elephant sat on me and just refused to get up. I would’ve thought Nate would like me, his best friend since pre-school.
“Oh,” I just stated. All the breath has been taken from my lungs from that one syllable word. “Johnson’s ex-girl?”
“Ohh, yeah,” he said, stretching out the last sound. He brushed his bottom lip with his tongue and looked at her, his eyes turning dark with lust. “Hot one right?"
I mumble a short, “Yeah,” and looked away. How couldn’t I see that he doesn’t Like me? Right, I’m just a mundane girl with plain hair, plain clothes, plain everything. Ugh! Why can’t I be as pretty as Mallory? She has been able to sweep two of my friends away, so why can’t I?
"Yo, Crick,” He said, capturing my attention. He only used my nickname after laughter-filled events. Was he only joking?
“Now you have to tell me who you like.” He said, tone challenging.
I took a large breath in. I tried to look him straight in the eyes, but I couldn’t. It just hurt too much to see the one person I love the most look at someone else the way I want to be looked at.
"I dunno…” I trail off. “I don’t like anyone. Boys are gross.”
That was a lame excuse. Don’t only middle school student use that when trying to shroud their feelings for one another.
“No, actually, tell me who you fucking like Cricket, I was serious, now you have to too.” Nate says, turning his whole body to be parallel with mine.
Wait, he said he was serious about liking Mallory?
“C’mon,” he says, luring me into confession of my feelings.
“Okay… Uhm… I like…” I yammer. Nate was my first and only crush. I find some okay-looking boys the go to the high school we are at right now. “Uh… I sorta like… George.”
It came out all rushed. George? What the hell was I thinking?
“Oh really, George?” Nate smirks. “What’s his last name? Does he go to this sküle?”
“I’m not joking Cricket. Who. Do. You. Like."
"Fine,” I sigh, trying to hold in any cracks in my voice. Should I just tell him? “I like you. Hell, I love you, Nathaniel Montgomery Maloley. I loved you since freshman year… and…” I was just about ready to break down. Please let me know that Nate was only kidding about liking Mallory and that he is just about ready to get on one knee and say he loves me back.
“What?” He just says, a taken aback look evident on his face.
I looked at him one more time before backing away.
“That’s what I thought."
Did you like it? I think I should make a part two to this. It is still incomplete. So Cricket, did you like it? I hope you did!
If anyone who doesn’t know, Cricket is the lovely ilikenightwriting and you can find and follow her here.
In Ellis’ opinion, his book is unfilmable because its stream-of-consciousness narrative can’t be faithfully adapted into a visual medium (and to be fair, the book is done in the style of a rambling and incoherent revenge fantasy of the kind typically found scribbled in a notebook in a bus station locker). … But the other problem with the movie, according to Ellis, is that it was directed by a woman. When asked for his opinion about the director, Mary Harron, Ellis said, “I think it’s a medium that really is built for the male gaze and for a male sensibility. I mean, the best art is made under not an indifference to, but a neutrality [toward] the kind of emotionalism that I think can be a trap for women directors.” He also infamously claimed that Academy Award-winning director Kathryn Bigelow has a career only because she’s a “very hot woman.”
Author’s note: I don’t have a title for this yet, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know! Also, since I wasn’t planning on this being a multichapter work when I first posted, let’s pretend Abby broke into Jasper’s locker in the first chapter. The first part of this chapter is all related to the kids, but Kabby interaction occurs later in the update. I hope you like it! :)
“Guess what?” Octavia Blake said
over a mouthful of cafeteria food, daring Jasper to answer with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a smirk.
“What?” he asked, and she grinned.
“I heard Mrs. Griffin and Mr. Kane
hooked up last Friday.”
“Gross,” Jasper said, leaning back in his
chair. “How’d you find out?”
“I have sources,” Octavia said. She
paused for a moment to check her phone, glanced around the room until she
located her brother sitting at a table of seniors. They shared a knowing smile.
“And that’s all I’m gonna say about that. But that’s not all on Griffin and
“Do tell,” Monty said, shoving a
forkful of wheat pasta into his mouth.
“They did it here,” Octavia said,
drawing out the last part of her sentence for effect. “In Mr. Miller’s
classroom. On the couches.”
A volcano of chocolate milk erupted
from Nate Miller’s mouth, and Monty resorted to clapping him on the back to
ensure his medical stability.
“In my dad’s room?” Miller said, aghast. The disgusted look on his face –
his widened eyes, his slack jaw – drew a manic cackle from Octavia. This was
going better than she’d imagined. Jasper, she found, wasn’t fairing much
better. His face had gone beet-red: a textbook case, she thought, of secondhand
“Which couch?” he asked. “Do you
know which one they…did it on?”
Octavia shrugged. “I’ve heard
different things,” she said, relishing the upper hand she had in the
conversation. “Seems most likely that it was the one closest to the microphone.
The blue, velvety one.”
Monty let out a loud, anguished
moan. “Dammit. I sit there for sixth period creative writing.”
Jasper rotated in his cracked
plastic chair to punch his friend on the shoulder.
“Maybe Kane’s luck will rub off on
you,” he goaded with a smirk. “I mean, we all know you haven’t gotten anywhere
with Harper. Like, does she even know you exist, dude?”
“What about you and Maya?” Monty
retorted. “Not like you guys have gotten past first base. And I’m going slow
with Harper because I don’t want to screw it up!”
Octavia and Miller locked stares,
shared an eye-roll in unison.
“Shut up!” Octavia exclaimed, and
the bickering ceased. “This isn’t a dick-measuring contest. There’s something
weird going on here, and it’s not about your egos.”
“Why were they still here on Friday
in the first place?” Miller asked, taking a page from Octavia’s book and
ensuring the topic of conversation remained changed. “Did they get trapped
during that storm?”
“Maybe they stayed back on
purpose,” Jasper suggested. “To –“ he made his left hand into circle and pointed
his right index finger, making the unmistakably crude hand gesture for banging.
“Could be,” Octavia acknowledged.
“But there’s something you’re all forgetting.”