I will n o t keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.

{ Indie & Selective Lydia Martin }
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                “You..You speak German, of 
                 course you do, why do I even 
                 try anymore?”

                          [ Her lips are pulled into a bitter
                            little smile, teeth clenched behind
                            rosy cheeks. He didn’t look too angry
                            or annoyed so hey, progress? ]

                “That one is definitely a keeper. 
                  Trust me, I get it, I know that this
                  is all really hard and normalcy
                  can be nice, have fun. You’ve
                  fucking earned it.”

                          [ It was pretty clear that Ly had
                             been spending too much time with 
                             their ragtag group of friends. As 
                             if she would be invited to the biggest
                             party of the year. ]

                          “—-no. Wasn’t invited, besides,
                           if you want to feel normal, like
                           the old you, I’m not..in the picture.”

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             { …Oh. Yeah, no, that makes sense.
               Sure, just because he’s grown fond
               of her dorky antics and has learned
               to expect the way she speaks with a
               mouth full of doritos doesn’t mean the
               rest of the student body is suddenly
              going to ‘get it’. }

                                                 "——old me? He kind of sucks.
                                                  I don’t to be old me. By normal
                                                  I mean I just want to go a whole
                                                  night without being scared for
                                                  my life, you know?“

                  { Believe it or not, he’s proud of the way
                    he’s changed. And maybe being forcibly
                    knocked down a few pegs and forced to
                    figure out quick who his real friends are
                    was a blessing in disguise. }

                                               ”———-…I have an idea. Come on.“