rockfailure

[rockfailure]

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he'd quickly scribbled down the last of her answers as the paper had been swiped away . ' flying colours huh ? ' he'd believe it when he'd see it . empty promises , like those late night informercials his mom would stay up watching — ordering the latest gadgets sold by whichever popular at the time television host ; none of them ever really worked .

' it's what gives music layers . ' tossing his pencil back onto his desk , sawyer looked back over to magdalena . ' well yeah , derry's finest . '

magdalena holds back a poorly concealed grin. “five bucks and you’ll pass with flying colors.” she shrugs, swiping her homework back from the desk. it was almost too easy. derry didn’t have a bright bunch… not by far.

education wasn’t great, athletics were shit, and the teens yearned for illegal substances. the dough was good, and the ortega cousins were absolutely rolling in it. she smiles at sawyer, almost too eagerly. “bass? … yeah, sure. whatever that means. so you’re in a band?”

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Such a great actor

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' five bucks a session ? ' he huffs out a sigh before scanning his surroundings , eyes falling back to magdalena . it's not like $5 would kill him — but his hard earned cash was being saved for his shitty van .

but if he failed , he'd be lucky if he had the van at all .

' alright alright . ' sawyer groans , head buried into the palms of his hands . ' i play bass . ' his voice mumbles out .

“five bucks a session.” it used to be $3 a session but after tutoring patrick hockstetter, she realized she had to up her prices. inflation and all.

her eyebrows raise, confusion taking place—she was a math and science wizz, a genius dancing machine! but rock band expert? not so much. “oh, no? then what do you play?”

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' i mean i do sometimes , i just kind of forgot about it y'know ..? ' clearing his throat he quickly took ahold of her papers . ' thanks — ' dark eyes scan her work before peering up from behind the paper .

' oh , nah i don't play drums i play — ' he stops mid sentence . ' what kind of price ? '

awkward silence ensued but nonetheless, magdalena reached into her folder, slipping her assignment to his desk. “you like never do your homework, huh?” she leans back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest with her head tilted in thought.

“yeah, ok. i’ll tutor you after school. just meet me at the library.” she holds out her hand. “for a price, drummer boy.”

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' hey uh ... did you finish the math assignment ? i think i'm gonna fail if i don't hand it in . ' sawyer chuckles nervously , fingers combing through shaggy locks of dark hair .

it was his own damn fault .

' i was wonderin' you think you could tutor me or somethin' ? '

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' if you're not going to talk to me about it then i'm not gonna ask . ' shit , he was way too inebriated for this right now ; mushrooms laced in his system made his surroundings pulse . in his mind he didn't even know if it was really beth .

' — but if you're just gonna keep me in the dark like you always did , i'm stoppin' this here . ' sawyer had so much he wanted to say , he wanted to tell bethany he hated how she'd always fool around with other guys , how she'd dance around the subject anytime it was brought up , it felt like she didn't trust him .

but he also knew he couldn't let things end so bitterly .

”I-i can’t…. Just….no one.”

her hands fumble with the bottle that’s in them, the cap popping off and landing on the floor by sawyers feet. “Fuck”

she sighs as she grabs two of the white tablets inside the bottle and dry swallows them. Her hands shaking as she pools them into her lap.

“I-I… I haven’t even talked to him in…. Months…. You don’t get it he-…. Never mind.”

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sawyer was brave enough to look up at alejandro , actually , he quickly found that he'd been easier to talk to than some of the other scary guys in derry high . although it had only been a single interaction — perhaps it was the opposition of the tyrants who paraded around derry ; ruining anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with them .

' you mean like ... patrick hockstetter ? ' surprise had been evident in his tone , more than that his brows had raised and dark eyes widened . ' shit , no way ... what happened ? ' patrick was a prick , and that was putting it simply and gave the creep more credit than he'd ever deserved . but sawyer couldn't not ask for details .

detention was a shit way to spend a sunny saturday, but it was the price for sucker punching some jerk in the nose—consequently breaking it.

alejandro’s cold eyes rove from side to side, scoping out the others from his seat in the back. the usual offenders were there. he’d shared detention before with bowers and wasn’t surprised to see that asswipe there again.

finally, he lands on a familiar face. his brows dart up in surprise. “no shit, you’re here? the fuck did you do, steal candy from a baby?” he asks abruptly, breaking the silence of the chilly library. the annoyed glances of fellow attendees were ignored. either way he didn’t care, their supervisor had been in the bathroom for the past 15 minutes anyways.

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his arm stretches behind himself , hand reaching for the level to release his seat to lean back . feeling almost nauseous with the confined air of his van . ' huh ... ' he trails off , opposite hand pushing locks of his hair out of his face .

' who's they ? ' of course all signs pointed to belch or patrick , if not both of them . he'd known about their off and on again relationship ; although to what extent ... he'd play blind to .

”I-…. I can drive… well enough. Just- listen you can’t take yourself home like this so just please….. please let me help you.”

she practically begs him, eyes filled with a hint of regret, of something aching. she looks him up and down before sighing.

“Gimme your keys, I’ll take you home…. And I’ll get out of your life. I if that’s what you want.”

she looks down with her right hand outstretched towards his chest.

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a brow quirks at her response , sawyer had more or less assumed everyone went to parties ; aside from the social rejects . even then , they had their own gatherings in some way or another ...

he perks up at the mention of church , brows furrowing for a moment before looking behind himself — the large house a stark contrast to the beat up van he'd been leaning against . ' uh ... yeah , i don't really go as much as i used to , though . ' he'd awkwardly admit ; how does one even admit that his father was ... well the father .

' been kinda skippin' out lately , y'know ? '

genesis had just completed her day at school, a weary exhaustion weighing heavily on her from the relentless nonsense of the day. richie, accompanied by his friends, had already sped off on his bike, leaving her to walk home— or perhaps wander somewhere else entirely. she had never learned to ride a bike, though it hardly mattered now. all she craved was a cigarette. however, when her hand reached for her bag, she discovered, to her dismay, that her cigarette pack was empty. with a quiet curse, she tossed the box into the nearest trash can, a flicker of irritation passing over her. she paused, scanning the area, half hoping no one had witnessed her small display of frustration. she probably looked stupid.

her gaze landed on someone in the distance, their hands holding a familiar-looking cigarette pack. she hesitated, a brief moment of doubt creeping in before she muttered under her breath, ❛ fuck it. ❜ with a slow, purposeful step, she moved closer, ensuring there was a comfortable distance between them.

❛ hi… you think i could have one of those? ❜ she asked, her head gesturing toward the pack they held, her eyes avoiding direct contact as she spoke.

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sawyer had been chewing at his nails . his other hand keeping his head up out of sheer determination . detention wasn't usually sawyer's scene ( although he had every reason to be. ) being the son of one of the town's priests usually meant people would look the other way .

fumbling with and causing damages to the school's music room due to — personal interests however , warranted it .

he lifts his head from his daze . sawyer looked over to alejandro — he didn't know him , honestly had no real intentions of meeting him either . he exuded the sort of energy that sawyer absolutely did not fuck with .

' uh , yeah ... somethin like that . ' he replied , head hung lower than before . ' ... what about you ? '

detention was a shit way to spend a sunny saturday, but it was the price for sucker punching some jerk in the nose—consequently breaking it.

alejandro’s cold eyes rove from side to side, scoping out the others from his seat in the back. the usual offenders were there. he’d shared detention before with bowers and wasn’t surprised to see that asswipe there again.

finally, he lands on a familiar face. his brows dart up in surprise. “no shit, you’re here? the fuck did you do, steal candy from a baby?” he asks abruptly, breaking the silence of the chilly library. the annoyed glances of fellow attendees were ignored. either way he didn’t care, their supervisor had been in the bathroom for the past 15 minutes anyways.

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' why not , huh ? you sure say it lots . ' it was more than evident that he'd been hurt , that their on and off relationship had been affecting him too .

' we didn't talk for months . why now ? ' he hadn't even strapped himself in , too preoccupied with drunken thoughts .

”I-…. I can drive… well enough. Just- listen you can’t take yourself home like this so just please….. please let me help you.”

she practically begs him, eyes filled with a hint of regret, of something aching. she looks him up and down before sighing.

“Gimme your keys, I’ll take you home…. And I’ll get out of your life. I if that’s what you want.”

she looks down with her right hand outstretched towards his chest.

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he chokes out a laugh , leaning back into the bucket seat of his old van . ' yeah ... missed me a lot huh ... ? ' he asks , clear sarcasm laced in his tone like venom .

' you sure it was me ? or was it patrick — ? '

”I-…. I can drive… well enough. Just- listen you can’t take yourself home like this so just please….. please let me help you.”

she practically begs him, eyes filled with a hint of regret, of something aching. she looks him up and down before sighing.

“Gimme your keys, I’ll take you home…. And I’ll get out of your life. I if that’s what you want.”

she looks down with her right hand outstretched towards his chest.

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his hand delves deeply into the depths of his pockets , the jumbled mess of keys fished out and dropped into the palm of her smaller hand . fingertips brushing against her own in passing .

' i didn't say all that . ' her groans , using what was left of his strength to climb into the passenger seat of his van , head buried into the palms of his hands .

”I-…. I can drive… well enough. Just- listen you can’t take yourself home like this so just please….. please let me help you.”

she practically begs him, eyes filled with a hint of regret, of something aching. she looks him up and down before sighing.

“Gimme your keys, I’ll take you home…. And I’ll get out of your life. I if that’s what you want.”

she looks down with her right hand outstretched towards his chest.

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he'd stand up for a moment , his balance shaky . the palm of his hand resting upon the top of his head . sawyer was great with alcohol intake , usually anyways . but lately he'd been seen moping around like an old alcoholic .

he's stumbled his way to his van , leaning against it for support . ' you can't even drive . '

he'd been incredibly quiet , zoning out while the sounds of music drone out any and all thoughts . it was a typical night for sawyer ; surrounded by no one in particular as party goers dance , drink , and mingle .

sawyer on the other hand had been on the sofa , having just finished a joint and nursing away at some no name bottle of cheap beer . eventually he'd come to realize he'd been staring into space for far to long . pushing himself up off the soda , sawyer stumbles to his feet . ' fuck ... ' he utters , dizzying images flash before dark eyes . his balance non existent — it was purely on accident that he'd spilled his beer all over the poor soul who'd happened to walk by .

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he clicks his tongue , even if he'd wanted to go home ; in his state driving was out of the question . his van parked somewhere out back would need to suffice .

' my vans parked out back . ' he slurs under his breath .

he'd been incredibly quiet , zoning out while the sounds of music drone out any and all thoughts . it was a typical night for sawyer ; surrounded by no one in particular as party goers dance , drink , and mingle .

sawyer on the other hand had been on the sofa , having just finished a joint and nursing away at some no name bottle of cheap beer . eventually he'd come to realize he'd been staring into space for far to long . pushing himself up off the soda , sawyer stumbles to his feet . ' fuck ... ' he utters , dizzying images flash before dark eyes . his balance non existent — it was purely on accident that he'd spilled his beer all over the poor soul who'd happened to walk by .

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' everyone our age goes to derry high . ' sawyer corrected , hardly narrowing down his query . dark eyes kept busy sizing up the over heated engine of his beater van . alas , sawyer was no mechanic . ' did i see you at a party — or somethin ? ' he'd been at half attention before slamming the hood shut out of frustration , a sigh leaving chapped lips .

he turns his body to lean against the frame of his van . he studies her , really studies her . ' ... nah . don't think i do ... '

genesis had just completed her day at school, a weary exhaustion weighing heavily on her from the relentless nonsense of the day. richie, accompanied by his friends, had already sped off on his bike, leaving her to walk home— or perhaps wander somewhere else entirely. she had never learned to ride a bike, though it hardly mattered now. all she craved was a cigarette. however, when her hand reached for her bag, she discovered, to her dismay, that her cigarette pack was empty. with a quiet curse, she tossed the box into the nearest trash can, a flicker of irritation passing over her. she paused, scanning the area, half hoping no one had witnessed her small display of frustration. she probably looked stupid.

her gaze landed on someone in the distance, their hands holding a familiar-looking cigarette pack. she hesitated, a brief moment of doubt creeping in before she muttered under her breath, ❛ fuck it. ❜ with a slow, purposeful step, she moved closer, ensuring there was a comfortable distance between them.

❛ hi… you think i could have one of those? ❜ she asked, her head gesturing toward the pack they held, her eyes avoiding direct contact as she spoke.