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held the door open for you. Granted, you never really expected him to,
but when it slammed shut in your face it nevertheless left a chill.
pedestrian gave you an apologetic glance, and you really wanted to tell them
you were definitely not with him, not the guy that walked just as fast
as he drove, mumbling a “come on” or huffing every few seconds when
you’d fallen behind, not the guy who seemed to be rushing to get away from you,
to the cover of the indoors. But then the sky opened its mouth a little
more and you started to feel a drizzle, the stranger was forgotten as you
ducked under the awning. And when you walked through the doors and saw
Harry still clad in his practice uniform brushing off the stares that seemed to
gravitate towards him, you thought, perhaps you wouldn’t completely mind if you
were with him. You waited a little awkwardly by the door along with the
other normal people waiting their turn in the long line Harry had
assumedly skipped. He stood confidently, like he was standing in his
living room and not like he’d just jumped to the front on one of Kean’s busiest
nights, and you watched curiously as he spoke to the hostess who had the whole
Urban Outfitter wardrobe and Tumblr girl pout going on.
you clearly weren’t going for.
gestured behind him with a little look your way, and the hostess followed his
gaze, you offered a small smile and saw her brows knit together a bit in what
you could only guess was distaste. It stung, but you were more focused on
the way he leaned towards her just the slightest to say something a little
lower, and the way her pout suddenly turned up with a giggle from his huskily-spoken
way his smile broke into a smug grin as he took in her change of mood.
his focus with the hostess to look back at you, still looking as smug as ever,
and you cursed yourself for following him when he tossed his head to come
closer. Truly, it killed you a bit to follow this arrogant panty-dropper,
and you mumbled little apologizes to the people you (not so elegantly) brushed
past to get there. You hated the stupid pangs of jealousy at his intimate
actions with the hostess when in reality his words were completely meaningless,
a means to an end. Actually, you should be trying to warn the girl before
it was too late and she was spread on his bed like a sloppy PB&J and
thrown in the trash the next morning by a kid who decided he didn’t like the
way the jelly and the peanut butter ran off the edges.
hostess was quickly leading you through the filled tables to the only open
space and when you saw it you wanted to roll your eyes. The largest booth
at the back of the room, and somehow it had Harry written all over it.
That hostess must’ve been a yoga instructor or an acrobat because you
were downright struggling to maneuver through everything that quick and Harry,
surprisingly, was gracious enough to wait for you.
wait by the door?” he asked. And if you weren’t smarter, you would’ve
thought you heard the smallest sliver of concern.
too ridiculously crowded. But it looks like that wasn’t a problem for
you,” you observed.
friends.” His tone was dismissive, but you couldn’t trust it.
found its way to your waist to help you forward and you couldn’t quite swivel
out of it in the narrow spaces between chairs and tables.
isn’t a date Styles.”
said it was,” he countered. “M’not cheap enough to take a girl here
fo’ a date. Plus you’re m’tutor now aren’t yeh? ‘M not that kinky.”
forgot you were rich. Would you fly her to Spain for dinner then?” you
scoffed, but you were cringing at how you couldn’t mask your sudden sour mood.
d’yeh like Spain?”
almost seriously questioned if he would and mumbled a never mind.
You never really thought about how rich Harry was, you knew his family
was well-known for something, and you were pretty sure it was a big
something. But you’d just never been sure what. For all you knew,
he could own half the oil rigs in Texas and own two private planes. The
rich weren’t exactly scarce in your town, actually it was normal for you to see
Ferraris and Rolls-Royces at the grocery store on the daily, and Harry’s family
was definitely situated at the top of the rich hierarchy. You reckoned
his family had a collection of exotic cars.
hostess quickly called a waiter over to clear the table and her persistent
glances towards Harry when you slid into the booth set you in a petulant mood.
He’d probably fly the hostess to Spain. He’d probably be kinky
with the hostess in Spain.
in beside you and his hands brushed against yours as he did so, a tingle
running up your sides from the gentle touch.
m’not into role play, but you’d still look sexy in a pencil skirt,” he murmured
practically choked on air, and before you could mumble an incoherent what?
his eyes were already back on the hostess. Bright with laughter.
And anything but innocent.
all set. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” she said.
And the way she looked directly at Harry with a coy smile and
nonchalantly leant down to accentuate her ample cleavage made you think that
yes, she really did mean anything.
Em. ‘M glad you’re workin’ tonight,” he said warmly, with that crooked smile
that could charm the knickers off your gran. Em. The
intimacy in which he spoke those words was twisting the knife lodged deep in
everything that came out of his mouth this seductive-sounding? You
weren’t making this up were you? You couldn’t possibly.
usual?” she asked, in that familiar way that made you grit your teeth with annoyance.
sure yet, we’ll get back to yeh soon,” he sent her a little wink and you swore
she actually swooned. A small flustered smile befell her and Harry
was watching it all, his charming persona never faltering. “Well when you
figure it out you know where to find me,” she said, turning her head and
wiggling her hips a little too much when she walked away.
Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled and you were envious of
how it seemed to fall so naturally, swish each way when she walked. For a
moment, you regretted throwing your hair in a bun.
suddenly ran his hands up and down his face once and leant back with a sigh,
your body tensing just the slightest when you sensed his arm fall just above
treat all your friends like that?” you asked. You couldn’t help it, the
seed had been planted and it was going to nag at you all night if you didn’t
just ask him. Besides, there was no harm in it - nothing was ever going
to happen between him and you so there was no need to be bashful.
the tug at his cheeks. “Yeah, friends. I stop in every now and
then.” He stopped to think a moment. “She got sloppy drunk once but that night
was just a mistake all ‘round I reckon.”
imagine you have a lot of those,” you mused.
never be with a woman too fucked up to enjoy it,” he said shortly. “She came
onto me and she was proper embarrassed about it all the next day when I told
her what ‘appened, apologized and everythin’.”
you telling me this?”
shrugged before looking at you with an amused glimmer lighting his eyes.
“You’re the one who wanted to know.”
never-” your denial faltered. Had you asked him? “You don’t
need to tell me about your sex life,” you said quickly, covering up your
glares yeh were givin’ her said otherwise, but don’t go on and blush about it,
m’flattered s’all.” The cocky grin broke across his face and the knife
you’d felt in your stomach quickly melted by a fire you weren’t quite sure you
wanted to acknowledge at the moment.
we’re inside though, startin’ t’rain now innit?” His eyes never left you, and
you felt forced to look outside the windows now wet from their natural shower.
you sighed. It hit you for a moment where this conversation was going and
suddenly you laughed loudly. “I refuse, absolutely refuse, to talk
about the weather with you Harry. Let’s…” You reached for your bag that
he finished for you.
you muttered. Harry quirked an eyebrow. “I forgot the books,” you
whispered as the realization sunk in. You could’ve sworn you’d brought
them to the field, but you’d been in such a rush to get over there and then
you’d ran back to put on a light coat of makeup… they were in your bag on your
bed. Along with your wallet.
hadn’t said anything, but as he took in your crushed face, he barked a laugh
and shook his head a bit. “That’s classic, absolutely classic.”
Your hand shot out to shove him, but he dodged it and it only made
your scowl deepen. “Harry! You’re laughing at your own failed
English grade right now,” you whined.
laughter subsided but only after mumbling an unbelievable under his
breath. “S’alright, we can still talk about it yeah? ‘M sure yeh
got loads of stuff in that pretty head o’ yours.” The word pretty slipped
out before he could stop it, and unnoticed by you, everything about him froze.
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Crotch Pizza poses nicely here, as whomever the actor playing Nick does (though if I’m meant to think either of their outfits indicate “klassy, urban sophisticates, wardrobe has failed abysmally—-and see they’re still padding Crabi)….meanwhile, GheyJ looks downright miserable (again, dude, ONE fucking photo and it’s your JOB!)—-and Douchie’s busy stealin’ from Mr. Rogers again, when not vandalizing Southside property, that is….
Also, Vermin and Nick look better together….just sayin’