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vincentasheton:

he never knew what to expect with frankie, but this was absolutely one of the things he should have seen coming and in all honesty, it didn’t even surprise him. he could have made a bigger deal about it, but instead just lifted his hand and middle finger to showcase exactly how he was feeling, before getting up and taking a look at the now ever lasting moment of his defeat. ❝ you do realize i wasn’t joking when i said i could look good in every photo ?? and all things considered, i am still looking pretty fucking neat. ❞ sure, his position was a bit awkward and his facial expression showed exactly how much he wanted his dear housemate dead at that very moment, but as she said, it wasn’t even that bad.  ❝ but yes, sure. laugh. don’t even bother asking if i’m okay. i could have a concussion. i could be dead. ❞ okay, maybe a tiny bit over-dramatic and unrealistic. 

         Frankie wouldn’t know what to do if Vincent wasn’t there for her to pester. She threw her head back and laughed like a little kid when he flashed the finger at her. Their expressions were of the complete opposite, while nonchalance was their common ground. “Unless you want my followers to be a judge of that, I could upload this on Instagram right now,” she threatened playfully, and while Frankie was an evil queen, she wasn’t awful enough to do so without Vincent’s permission. “Could you sit up straight? It’d be embarrassing if somebody saw us and thought we were friends,” she hit his shoulder lightly, gesturing for him to at least adjust to a less sloppy-looking position. “Don’t mind if I do,” she grinned, followed by a rather unnatural laugh just to get on the other’s last nerve. “I’d ask if you were okay, but I don’t want to,” she added, though she wasn’t being that mean, as she was of course, still in his presence. “Alright, Drama King. If you really are dying from that stupid bump, maybe we can wait for one of the nerdy kids to pass by so we can boss them around.”

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siennabrant:

Sienna read the text from this mysterious -S and, like everyone else, wasn’t that surprised it was about their resident drama queen frankie. how this person found all of this out and was able to text it to everyone in the lock-in was what surprised her. in the age of technology, nothing is off limits, and for someone who liked to keep as little knowledge about herself out of the minds of others, she was terrified. however, she was convinced this person was only targeting frankie, there could be no way they’d be able to find anything else out about anyone else. shrugging, she pocketed her phone and reentered the large gymnasium filled with chattering people either talking about the text or tending to their own personal lives. she couldn’t help but wonder where frankie was in all this, but it wasn’t hard to miss the girl in question going off on several of the school’s known hackers. sienna tried in vain to not listen to what she was fuming about, but it was obvious. after her diatribe, sienna followed her to the mattress, but was hesitant to approach. after a moment, she did. “must suck, huh? having to feel so vulnerable in front of so many people.” sienna’s intent wasn’t to attack the girl, but her mind had other plans once she actually started talking.

          Karma was a bitch, and while Frankie was quite aware of this-- she was a bigger bitch. She could merely commit murder in her head, especially to the students who thought they had power over her, now that they were rejoicing that her reign was over. But it was anything but over, as she didn’t pour her whole heart and well, sold her soul to satan, to get to where she was. And she refused to leave that pedestal, even with the group of people attempting to humiliate her ( and they might have succeeded if it wasn’t for Frankie keeping her poker face on ). Her gaze was soft when she spotted Sienna, in comparison to the random Senior she glared at. It was a tad awkward when the brunette was just watching her, standing there, perhaps thinking over whether it was right for her to approach or not. “Who says I feel vulnerable?” Frankie crossed her arms, showing a sign of hostility, but it was a contradiction from how she scooted over to give space for Sienna. “It’s just a rumor, from some idiot who has nothing better to do with their life. That’s not enough to break me,” she confirmed, mainly to herself as she looked over at the blonde. She knew there was an apology somewhere in there, reaching the tip of her tongue, but Frankie decided against it. For all she knew, Sienna could’ve been involved with the anonymous threat. “Soon all this is going to be old news, and people are going to forget it ever happened.”

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ycsin:

         ❝ Well you and I are completely different people, so there’s that. ❞ He commented with a shrug. An advantage of knowing Holly – or Frankie, rather, for so long was that he knew her almost as well as she knew herself, and no amount of money could ever hide what he saw. ❝ Try me. ❞ He said simply. Nothing really surprised him anymore, so whatever Frankie had up her sleeve had to be some colossal secret if she wanted a reaction. Usually, anyone who normally treated Ali like trash, and did a complete three sixty soon after would arouse Ali’s suspicions, but not Frankie. He wasn’t stupid. He knew this wouldn’t last. ❝ I wasn’t going to at first, but all my friends are here … so, you know. It’s more of a not wanting to be lonely thing than an interest thing. ❞ He rambled as he fiddled with the mattress. ❝ I could say the same for you, though. I didn’t think anything school related that wasn’t necessary didn’t fit your scene. ❞

           "And opposites attract, so there’s that,” she spoke too soon, wide-eyed upon that realization, “what I mean about that is . . . they’re not always clashing ! Sometimes it works because they balance each other out.” Suddenly Frankie just felt detached, as if that piece of Holly had been resurrected, wanting to just stroll through the empty halls mindlessly. Perhaps this was why she hated silence, as it would always hit her with nostalgia. She could almost feel the same little girl who was clinging onto Ali, because those were the days when she was lost and afraid. Being locked in overnight with her school mates was giving her that exact same feeling. “I just wanted your company,” she trailed off, “which wouldn’t cost you a single penny. It’s just that I got here, and my friends haven’t been answering my calls.” She squeezed her eyes shut to pause, when she basically implied that he was her second option. “I know you can’t stand my face right now, but I swear once they get here, you won’t have to worry about seeing it again . . . at least for the entire night.” But the truth is that she didn’t want to leave, even when she imagined catching one of her peers, she can’t picture herself walking away from Ali that easily ( not when they’re like this ). “You appear so independent that it’s unlikely for anyone to think you’re lonely,” she verbalized. She cracked a small smile at his statement, taking it lightheartedly, “hey, it may not look like it . . . but I do prioritize my school stuff, too. Got an image to uphold, y’know?”

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“I’m the one who gets to make all the rules.”

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ycsin:

          He didn’t understand why the two continued to interact when their disdain for each other was very clear and very apparent. Perhaps more so for Ali than Frankie, because here she was bothering to help him when he’d been everything but nice to her. ❝ You have your ways of handling things, and I have my own. ❞ He mumbled back. This was the oddly the most normal conversation they’ve had in the longest time; which left Ali with a weird feeling. ❝ Yeah, when it benefits her. You must want something, right? There’s no way in hell you’d be nice to me out of the nonexistent kindness of your heart. ❞ He replied curtly, before taking a moment and letting himself calm down. ( because another argument wasn’t on his agenda tonight ) He shuffles awkwardly, taking the mattress, gripping it tightly in his hands. ❝ Thanks. ❞ He replied just as awkwardly.

          “My way of handling things doesn’t risk me going to detention or getting suspended,” she retorted gently, but well, the amount of sass was still in there. She could merely nod at how he had explained her so accurately, and to her it was almost annoying, since she hated the idea of being predictable to others. “Okay, you might have a point there . . . I’d tell you what it is, but you probably won’t believe me,” she uttered with a bit of hesitance, as she wasn’t expecting to come off soft at all. She was relieved that he took the mattress though, her lips curling into a smile as she watched him take it. And while it seemed like some kind of attachment to keep the two of them close, Frankie chose not to make it any worse, perhaps re-scheduling another day for her to get on his nerves. “--I never would’ve thought you’d bother attending this whole thing,” she commented out of the blue.

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ycsin:

          Ali’s patience was wearing thin as he continued to argue with his fellow peer about the trivial object, and truthfully, he could have got a different to end the confrontation, but he wasn’t one to back down and appear weak. He was close to getting the upper hand until someone stepped in; and Ali’s face contorted into a frown at the sight of who it was. The other person quickly ran off when they received one of Frankie’s infamous death stares, leaving Ali to face her, his features anything but friendly. ❝ I can handle myself, thanks. I didn’t need your assistance. ❞ Ali snapped. He thought he made himself very clear the last time they interacted that he wanted nothing to do with her. ❝ Are you doing your good deed for the day? Giving the poor kid your hand me downs so everyone here won’t look at you like the ice queen you really are? ❞

          There was an awkward silence in the air once the third party ran off, making Frankie want to bring them back, just to feel a normal atmosphere again. She didn’t seem patience either, that after her heated bickering with Ali, she would’ve figured they weren’t going to cross paths again. And acting upon actually helping him was already a big deal for Frankie, so it wasn’t weird that she was offended by his sudden response. “Oh, you sure as hell handled yourself well out there . . . almost about to jump on that kid, yeah?” When she realized how harsh she was being, she decided to tone it down a bit, softening her features as she had no choice but to take his hurtful words. The brunette rolled her eyes, having to stand her ground until she found the heart to continue their conversation. “The ice queen can be nice if she wanted to,” she mumbled, her hazel eyes fixated on the floor. “Do you want the mattress or not?”

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          “-- What do you mean you don’t fucking know? You’re gizmo geeks, you’re supposed to know how to track down this monster,” she freaked out in front of a group of hackers, who were one of the smartest kids in school. “You know some things are better than staying in a dark room for hours to wank off to hentai,” Frankie added viciously before fleeing from the scene, situating herself on one of the vacant mattresses and pulling her oversized hoodie ( that she probably did not own ) over her head. Ever since her secrets were dropped, she felt as if people were looking at her differently, weren’t fearing her as much as they used to. And even when she should’ve been grateful for how some of the students sympathized her, she hated being pitied above everything else. Perhaps it was her lack of make up, maybe even her pale face that led them into failing to even recognize her. She took out a snack from her pocket, peeling open the wrapper and taking a bite of the energy bar in her hand. As she was munching in solitude, she narrowed her eyes at the other who was passing by. 

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wydhenley:

“okay so who the heck is ‘-S’ and why are they spreading rumours about my half-sister? that’s my job back off,” Henley tried to make light of the sudden pool of suspense that has eased its way into the atmosphere in the matter of seconds, yet it took just seconds after receiving the text message to feel a weight of devastation drop in her stomach. She had no idea what caused her to feel that way, but she had a feeling it was the venomous mention of her ‘mother’ that the text reeked of.

           Frankie was a speechless wreck the moment everybody received that text message, but she wasn’t going to surrender herself that easily just yet. She didn’t think Henley would be the first to speak up about the situation, as all eyes were planted on her, with a mix of all the reactions she did not want to see from them. Rumors. Yes, that’s all they ever were. "I’d prefer sister over half-sister,” she added as she was walking towards Henley. “Half-sister seems like such a mouthful. At least sister easily slips off the tongue,” Frankie commented, keeping a strong façade, in spite of being on the verge of a mental breakdown. She had so many questions about this anonymous predator who had access to her secrets, but Frankie knew that even when she’d ask people around, nobody else would be of help. “If this so-called ‘S’ thinks that this is some kind of joke, well it’s not very funny.”

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lvstiism:

getting out from an empty classroom, she looked around before smiling in the corner of her mouth, a little amused, because she didn’t believe she agreed to step inside the school during the night, when all she wanted during the day was to get the hell out. “come on, if you keep staying in a corner and sulk, the night is going to be awful. so let’s go and see what can we find. and, if you keep me company, i can give you the second mattress i managed to take.”

          She raised an eyebrow at Bianca, getting up immediately and dusting off her clothes. “I wouldn’t keep you company, and you’d still give me that second mattress,” she stated playfully, and well, confidently as she joined the other’s side. “The night is already awful, B. Everybody’s falling asleep, and I’m running out of preys to torment and make fun of. I am absolutely insult-deprived!” She exclaimed theatrically. “I think I’m going insane . . . unless I already am.”

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vincentasheton:

it hadn’t been too long since the doors had been locked and most seniors, including vincent, had willingly agreed to spend a night at this hell-hole they all seemed to hate during the day, and he was already getting tired. not physically, but more mentally ( it sucked when someone who wasn’t him started complaining ) and he had retreated to a more quiet area of the school and was in the middle of doing some relaxing stretches against a locker when someone made a very sudden noise and in his shock, vincent headed straight to the floor.  ❝ what do you want ?? ❞ 

           She was getting eaten up by boredom as she watched the students going on with their mundane lives, not really giving her an interesting show. It was one of Frankie’s known habits, a paradox from her recurring statement of not caring about others, when she was quite aware of every move they would make. So as she strolled through the empty halls, which were not susceptible to unwanted noises, she noticed Vincent against one of the lockers. And she purposely turned up the volume of her phone, snapping an obvious candid shot of the other that had him falling on the ground. There was a laughter of satisfaction as she viewed the result, “I wanted to know how photogenic you can are, even during sudden situations.” She was mocking the same face he made when he was caught off guard, “I guess it’s not as bad as I expected. You could do worse, Pal.”

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ycsin:

willingly – but also not willingly – ali showed up to the lock in. granted, he didn’t have to be there, because honestly, he could have just stayed home. however, one of the seemingly never ending downsides to staying home (despite the obvious) was that no one would have been around for him to hang out with; they all would have been at the school. when he arrived, he immediately got the idea to avoid any conflicts later in the evening when it came to sleeping arrangements, and saw another person had the same idea. ❝ hey – ❞ ali mumbled, going for the mattress the other person had in their hand. ❝ i was going to take that. ❞

          Frankie figured that the annual event was something exciting and terrifying at the same time. But even when there was a possibility of shit about to go down, everybody should’ve known that she wasn’t going to turn her back on that opportunity. It was a rare setting where she got to watch what the students were like, when they were supposedly not in school, how resourceful each of them were to cope for survival. She didn’t seem like a victim of fatigue when she spotted a grumpy Ali, but she did catch him almost playing tug-of-war with someone else, rising on her two feet as she approached them with her mattress. “-- You can have mine,” she offered confidently to Ali, giving a cold look to the other before facing him once more, “only if you want to. I’m staying awake for this whole thing, anyway. So I won’t be needing it.”

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that-colby-guy:

“Wait, you mean we don’t actually get to just sleep during this thing?” Colby let a low grunty sigh escape his lips. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to stay awake. Why would they think we’d want to be in school after hours, it’s hard enough to get me to come on time during the normal school day.” Colby slumped down against a wall. “Fack.”

          She was giving him the usual judging look she had, being the first to speak up amongst the group that surrounded them. “What is the logic of everybody being gathered here after school hours, just to fall asleep and miss everything else?” Surprisingly, Frankie was one of the few students who was wide awake, almost as if she was a nocturnal being ( in this case, she most certainly was ). “Whether you do pass out from fatigue or not, I doubt it’s going to matter. It’s not like people would acknowledge you were even here to begin with.”

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