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junior-zorn:

Junior pulled his hood over his head and shoved his hands in his pockets as he pushed the door to the Montgomery dorm building open with his side. Although he thought he would be used to the cold by now, he still had seconds thoughts about actually leaving the building. All week he had done nothing, but sit in his room and play video games or mess around on the internet. As he stepped out into the cold, he looked around at the completely empty campus and shivered. He hated how it was so dead around the school, but he had finally given up on trying to spark any type of entertainment around the place. Junior put his head towards the ground as an attempt to shield the wind from his face as he started walking down the sidewalks. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was doing, but he knew that he was in need of a serious break from his dorm and the best way he could think of getting that was to go outside and walk around for a while.

After a few minutes of walking around the large campus, Junior came up behind the academic building and saw someone going through the trunk of their car. Of course a normal person would have ignored it and kept going, but he was curious about what this person was attempting to do, especially if it meant having someone he could actually talk to for a while. Walking towards the person, he saw them starting to turn around, he slowed his pace and stopped a few feet from them. As soon as the person started talking, Junior knew exactly who was standing in front of him. “It’s good to know that someone’s actually alive around this damn place.” Junior pulled his hood off, crossing his arms in the same way she did before trying to sneak a peak into the back of her car. “What trouble are you trying to cause now?”

Sav’s aura went from paranoid to back in control in two seconds flat when she realized exactly who it was that crept up behind her. She couldn’t help but smile as Junior stood a couple feet away, mimicking her body language.  ”Yeah, well,” she sighed, moving her body so he couldn’t see what sat in her trunk, “I’ve been a bit preoccupied lately, and my partner in crime has not been picking up the slack.” She raised an eyebrow and let a shiver run down her spine from standing in the cold. “You wanna know what trouble I’m planning on causing, huh? Well, Mr. Zorn, I’d tell you… but then I’d have to kill you. That is, unless,” Savannah smirked, “you’d like to get back to being SMA’s second best hell raiser…”

Letting the comment linger in the air Sav turned on her heel and went back to digging into her box. “Look, Junior,” she sighed, rummaging through stuff, “this hell hole of a school has gotten even more hell-ish. The freshman are getting too comfortable and the teachers are feeling too safe. No one has caused a scene since… since… hell if I know. I can’t remember a damn thing. Bottom line: as Savannah Vega and Anthony Zorn, Jr., it’s our job to raise a bit of hell, cause a bit of an uproar, you know?” She let out a sigh and glanced over her shoulder, smiling at him, “Now if you’re up for helping you can stop looking at me bent over and into the box and come over here and help me figure out what the hell to do. Any ideas?”

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Savannah was beyond sick and tired of the way SMA had been peaceful lately. So peaceful. in fact, that the teachers were at ease, any security gaurds left on campus stayed in the food hall, and nearly every student there stayed in their dorm room. It was eerie, and Sav was simply finished with it. Groaning, she pulled herself out of her bed and went into the back of her closet, rummaging around until she found a box that weighed about half as much as she did. She smirked to herself and tugged it out, leaving it at the end of her bed. She pulled on warm clothing, dark so they’d blend in with the setting sun. She tugged a beanie over her hair and pulled her hood up over that. Snatching up her master set of keys, something she’d probably be expelled for having, and set out with her big box of fun things. 

Sav lugged the box to the parking lot and tossed it into the back of her car before getting in and driving a 30-second distance to the parking lot behind the academic building. “If SMA’s gonna silence itself, I’m gonna cause an uproar myself,” she huffed, stepping out of her car. She popped the trunk and was suddenly elbow deep in anything and everything you could use for pranking. Her mind raced as her hands ran over cans of silly string and spray paint, going through each of the teachers that could use a little bit of Sav lovin’. Her silence shattered as she heard footsteps, first quick then slowing, then stopped. Her head shot up so quickly that she almost smacked her head on the roof of the trunk. As she turned around, she hoped to god it wasn’t a teacher. As soon as her eyes met those of another student, she relaxed. “Look, the way I see it,” Savannah started, leaning back on her car and crossing her arms while smiling deviously, “you can either turn around and forget you ever saw anything… or you could do something with your life. Something that isn’t fucking boring as hell. S’up to you.”

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felicitymarx:

He’s your own age, right? Alright, fair enough, but am I the same Felicity that he was in love with eight months ago? No, no, the economy is super important. Gas mileage, Obama; all of that shit. No, I am not in love with Gavin Daniels anymore. End of story.

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Nah. Older. Your age, actually. Right, sure you’re not. That’s why you giggle and bat your eyelashes so much around him. You don’t still love him. Stop, you’re only a senior. You don’t need to care about the economy. image

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felicitymarx:

Well, there’s always that Zorn boy. And then there’s Ryder, too. Plus, you can even have Ryan. I have a feeling that finding out who I was kind of ruined the whole thing anyway. Yeah, of course, that’s why I’ll just become a cat lady — because no one is even worth my time. It’s not a thing anymore! In fact, it hasn’t been a thing for the past eight months. So.. I-I mean, maybe. A lot can change about a person in eight months. Besides, we both have other things to worry about, like college and.. the economy. Things way more important than a broken relationship.

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I’ve got my eyes on someone. No worries. I’ve got it all under control. I don’t know, Fel. From what I’ve seen, he’s still the same Gav you were in love with eight months ago. The economy? That’s a load of bullshit, Felicity. Right, more important things. So you aren’t still in love with Gavin? image