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[klydcs]

                                        𝖎. ·   * ⟨ 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔶 ɪ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷.

t h o s e hands of klyde’s were currently focused on readjusting the book bag hanging off of his shoulder. while his hands found themselves occupied, his legs were also busy. those limbs began making their way to an unfamiliar room. “alright, i’m going to need you to pick the lock and then be a lookout for me, brai,” those words found their way sliding into the air surrounding him. unlike his usual loud volume, the words were low. however, they were just loud enough for the individual beside him. as a response to his instructions, jai merely gave him a quick ‘sounds good’ before looking down at his phone. the fact that this was all coming together set a grin high upon klyde’s features. the brightness of those pearly whites contrasted with the black that adorned every inch of his body. subtlety was never his strong suit. so, even as he had been trying to be discreet, his attire was suspicious. the all-black wasn’t usually his style. however, he was on a mission. the molly overtaking his entire system caressed his physique, his mission the only thing on his mind. the lightness of the drug made him feel elated. the confidence that had dropped into his system was overwhelming compared to the usual amount of confidence he already had. so, the two combined convinced the tall golden-haired boy, that this plan of his was the best idea he ever had.

s o, he continued on his journey. those two feet preoccupied themselves with taking their owner to the room he sought. best case scenario, no one would be in there. worst case scenario, she would be in there and deter this whole plan. however, the male wasted no time to find out which scenario it would be. he immediately found himself knocking on the door. his knuckles knocked along to the melody of an old post malone song. “oh val,” he loudly stated mid his knocks. then, after a few seconds, the lack of response drew his curiosity. so, he put down his book bag. then, he found himself looking through the items until he found the plastic gloves that were brought. there were a plethora of necessities within the bag. after all, jai had been the one to pack it. so, of course, everything was brought along. “you’re up but be quick before someone sees us,” the male took a step back and his eyes were focused on looking around to see if anyone would appear. the other male had been working on picking the lock. before he knew it, it was done. “you’re the man,” a grin was sent the other’s way before he high-fived him lightly as to not make too much noise. then, he grabbed his book bag and put it over his shoulder yet again. “be my lookout brethren. knock two times if you see anyone. knock three times quickly if it’s val or her roommate,” he explained. then, he went into the room. the first thing he did was set his book bag down. those eyes latched onto pictures and familiar clothing items to determine which side belonged to the reason he was currently standing there.

t h e chaos that ensued after he set his book bag down was unparalleled. within a matter of twenty minutes, a numerous amount of things occurred. the male had first took out a cherry lollipop and put it in between his lips, allowing the flavor to envelop his taste buds. then, those cerulean hues latched onto photos. a head tilt accompanied the intrigue slowly dripping into his system. so, he got closer to her bedside table. a slew of pictures were permanently residing there. and without any rhyme or reasoning, his hand reached out. a fake pout formed on his features as he saw a picture of valencia with a woman who looked just like her but older. the same woman that was prevalent in a majority of the photos surrounding the room. and without a thought, he reacted. the male grabbed a framed photo and dropped it on the floor. then, he took another and did the same. each framed photo sat upon the floor, completely unharmed. those photos could’ve remained completely unharmed. yet, his impulsivity ran as deep as his spite. due to the combination, he forcefully dug his heel into each of the photos, repeating the motion until the sound of glass crunching accompanied each hit. then, he moved onto the photos taped to her wall. a few were ripped down the middle, thrown on the floor completely discarded. the others were left stuck to the wall. then, there were other miscellaneous items on her bedside. a lamp had been tossed forcefully on the floor, the slight sound of cracking following. then, the other items on her bedside were tossed aside as well. the items consisted of a tube of red lipstick and a few other miscellaneous items. the items fell somewhere among the shards of glass. the only thing left on her bedside was her phone and a wallet. it wouldn’t have been klyde if he didn’t look inside the wallet. so, he did just that. the lack of money astounded him. if he had a dollar, he would’ve slid it in there. however, the male never walked around with small bills. so, the next best thing was a fifty dollar bill. he ended up sliding it in her wallet to make it less pathetic. after he was done with it, klyde dropped the wallet on the floor. next, his attention was drawn to her phone. in order to unlock the phone, he had to think. klyde had to somehow use what little brain cells he currently had in order to figure it out. the first attempt was clep’s birthday. when that had failed, he found himself wondering if the day he broke up with clep was the date. eventually, that attempt turned out to be a failed one. so, he put in the last combination of numbers he could think might be meaningful. it was a shot in the dark -- no hope had been riding on the decision. however, the combination seemed to work. max’s birthday seemed to do the trick. he got into her phone and took a photo of himself. then, made a post on her instagram. had it been any other circumstance the male would’ve snooped. those nosy tendencies would’ve taken over full force. but not that day -- he couldn’t. there was a timed schedule and he couldn’t spend too much time lurking on her phone. so, he tossed it to the side and continued on.

t h e n, his oceanic hues made contact with a few folders sitting upon her bed. no care flew through his system as he picked them one by one and began dumping her papers all around the floor. after, he took a slight pause. the male knew he didn’t have that much time so he had to be quick. so, he ceaselessly kept looking around for things to destroy. eventually, his attention was drawn to a dresser that was clearly standing on its last leg. without a single moment of consideration, he walked over, pulling out a drawer at a time and dumping their contents on the floor. for good measure, he used all of his strength and the shot of adrenaline provided by his drug of choice to push over the small dresser on its side. afterwards, his idiocy seemed to make a grand appearance because for some reason he thought he could break the dresser. so, he lifted his hand and then attempted to karate chop the wooden dresser. the notion merely resulted in him groaning and rubbing his own hand. however, he was still too hopped up on narcotics to feel the vast amount of pain spreading throughout his hand. all he could focus on was getting his revenge.

s o, he took the red spray paint that jai had placed in the bag and began to spray along her walls. the photos he had left on the wall were spray-painted over. a quick cartoon-ish image of her face with devil horns and a menacing grin was sprayed along her walls. a slew of middle fingers and the word “satan’s unlovable” in thick red lettering had been put beneath his quick, sloppy portrait. for a moment, the male had to halt his antics. fumes dipped into his system and nothing but coughs consumed him. searching -- those eyes rampantly began searching for a window in the vicinity to open. once he found one, his chaotic tendencies appeared yet again. the male grabbed a chair that had been sat within the room and used it to break the window open. once more, the sound of glass shattering became his soundtrack. sounds of glass breaking was the only sound he could identify. the sounds were sure to elicit attention so he had to be quick. once he set the chair down, the lollipop between his lips had been removed and he moved over to the window. as best as he could, he avoided the shards of glass messily fallen around. klyde was reduced to heavy breaths and the loud sounds of him inhaling. yet, once it ceased, he occupied himself with spray painting her dressers, a small closet, her bed, her sheets, her clothes on the floor, and any surface he could find. everything spray painted ranged from the words “fuck you” to horribly quick and rough drawings of middle fingers to “alone forever” all throughout. his creativity was stunted from the copious narcotics. rather than aiding it, it halted his ability to get creative. yet, he still went for it. once the spray paint had found itself on every plausible surface, the boy paused. two hands occupied themselves with grabbing his book bag and placing his spray paint in it. then, he put one strap over his shoulder. two cerulean hues observed the room. one hand removed the lollipop from his mouth. while the other was brought up to his lips for him to do a chef’s kiss. cherry once again infiltrated his taste buds as he put the lollipop back in his mouth. following that action, he emptied the clothes from valencia’s closet. the items were thrown behind, in front, and to the side of him. klyde was aiming to hit the entire room. anything that was standing, had been thrown across the room. however, for his final act of revenge, he grabbed an armful of the remaining clothes in her room and began leaving a trail to the door. one article of clothing was dropped with every step. once he opened the door, a small, “let’s go,” was directed at jai. then, he continued on his journey out of the building. with each step, lingerie, t-shirts, shorts, jeans, leggings, and more had all been dropped one by one. 

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borgestm‌:

「 • ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⋮ @klydcs​. 」

matias was on his way back from practice when he passed by klyde’s frat. the two hadn’t really properly spoken for like two weeks? which was by far a record for the two of them. he’d been tagging klyde in some memes occasionally, but you couldn’t really call that communication. so he found his legs carrying him to the frat and before he knew of it he was knocking on klyde’s door. daring a pair of burning eyes and possibly traumatic experience, matias poked his head inside to fortunately find klyde on his own. “ sup, dude? ” he spoke as he stepped inside with a grin, closing the door behind him. “ you sober yet ? ” last time they talked, neither of them had been sober or coherent really and matias had just left the conversation ‘cause he couldn’t be bothered to argue with his friend.

klyde had spent the day prior on a bad trip. the concoction of drugs in his system had rendered him completely out of his element. paranoia was running rampantly throughout his system and he couldn’t control it. so, he settled himself in bed for over twenty hours. his phone had been on the other side of the room, his mind couldn’t handle having it near him. however, after sleeping for fifteen hours, the male had finally lept back into sobriety. yet, exhaustion still managed to settle within his bones. as he laid there, trying to find his will to get up, a voice suddenly appeared. “look who it is,” klyde said, those cerulean eyes finding their way to matias. “yep, i’m good. super sober like the day i was born,” he remarked. “you sober and less of a bitch yet, pop pop ?” of course there was a grin slowly making its way up his face. despite the irritation he remembers consuming him that night, the blonde was unable to stay too angry. momentary anger was all that he could get with matias. there was no permanence in the irritation he felt when it came to the other. “--or did you just come here to drunkenly confess your love for me ?”

[klydcs]

imessage . ·   *  ⟨ arielle

klyde: so i have a problem arielle

klyde: will you help your #4 favorite solve this problem?

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alemoe·:

“ if you don’t shut up i’m gonna have to slap you silly. ” she warned him, not wanting to hear anything about healing from the break-up with a certain blonde, “— that is just sad and pathetic. ” she knew he was weak that had been made clear a long time ago but still did he not have any respect for himself? she grabbed him by the arm, tugging lightly as she directed them towards the bar. “ did you really have to go and date her to get laid though. such a taint on your reputation. ” she sighed in disappointment, refusing to give the blond a high five, what did he expect. “ well in any case, it calls for a celebration shot. ” she announced as she grabbed two shots glasses and raffled through the vast selection of liquor, ending up just grabbing a bottle of vodka. “ and don’t worry, i’ll find you another pair of blondes, if that’s truly what your heart desires. ” she assured him as she poured the vodka up.

“i love when you talk aggressive to me, ale. and then what ?” the male followed up the question with a wink. an amused grin hanging onto his features. “if enjoying beautiful people is sad and pathetic i never want to be happy and unpathetic,” those words left his lips before he was directed to the bar. his legs followed willingly. she could’ve led him out the door and he still would’ve followed. “nah but at the time it seemed like a good idea. a lot of girls liked the idea of me being a forbidden fruit. so, not only was cleppy putting out but so were others,” the grin on his face was coated with arrogance. at the lack of response towards his high-five, klyde found himself raising his other hand and giving himself a high-five. he should’ve known better but he thought there was a slight chance. those cerulean hues settled on the two shot glasses in her possession. “my heart always desires that. and in return, i’ll find you a nice set of blondes. you seem like you need to have a good time yourself,” he spoke, those eyes finally finding hers.  

[klydcs]

@klydecalls: today is klyde appreciation day. spread your legs, offer a blunt, or share some white claw with your local klyde. they deserve it 🤙🏻

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livcxstillo‌:

i guess you just don’t know me all that well then. okay, then i’m a 2.5, great. i have literally kissed you before, klyde, you thought i was being serious? that was a joke. i’m sorry if i didn’t find yours all that funny. maybe i just don’t have a sense of humor. why were we friends, klyde? because, you seem to think that my personality was ingenuine, since i faked being nice for sex as you put it, so besides wanting to get in my pants, why were you my friend?

i think i pretty much know you well enough, liv. alright, cool it was a joke. see how unbothered i am by it ? you could learn a thing or two from that. i’m starting to wonder why we’re friends too. you clearly can’t take a joke or even make a good joke so why am i around ? it is ingenuine because look at how you’re coming at me for no actual reason. does that seem so ‘nice’ to you, liv ? ‘cause from where i’m standing you’re just acting like a bitch for no reason. you were chill. i have enough going on and you were just like a good person to chill with. i don’t know, liv. why the fuck are you my friend if you claim i’m only being nice to get into your pants ?     

[klydcs]

pick the hottest girl from every house

bet ! in kappa it would’ve been olivia but such a shame she’s now a 2.5 in my book. so, the next honoree is arielle. the girl is smokin’. then the zeta’s are lucky they have nadine – straight up how do you say–hot. the tridelta’s have valencia who is only hot because of those flames of hell that literally follow our local satan everywhere she goes.

·   *  ⟨ @livcxstillo @arielle-fair @interqalactics @valmontero

[klydcs]

“no, you’re absolutely right. we should get together know each other better. all three of us,” an all too familiar grin was sent to the two girls in front of him. their proximity far closer than it needed to be. however, he was ‘healing’ or at least that’s what he had been telling everyone after his break-up. his response had been met with a few high-pitched giggles and intrigued eyes from the girls before him. yet, the minute one of them was about to speak, a wild ale appeared and scared off his prospects. which led to the exaggerated sigh that left his lips. “i was this close to getting healed from my break-up. and you just ruined that for me,” he claimed while shaking his head. “i’m weak for blondes, ale. i’m a weak weak man,” klyde admitted. however, he was weak for anyone good-looking not just blondes. good-looking people in general were his weakness. “you’re not wrong. but in my defense, she put out a lot. this boy got laid plenty o’ times,” the fool then proceeded to raise his hand in hopes she would high-five him. a large grin on that face of his. 

「 • ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⋮ @klvdes​. 」

with a drink in one hand ale slithered her way through a moving crowd with one goal in mind. to congratulate klyde on his newfound singlehood it was possibly the best thing that had happened to campus in a while. of course he was in the midst of chatting up a pair of blondes, she’d seen them before for sure but then again weren’t they all just clones of each other? she joined his side, her free hand coming to rest on his shoulder “ sorry, we have standards. ” she told them and dismissed them with a wave of her hand not that she actually thought they’d get that hint, nonetheless she turned her attention to her friend “ god you gotta move on from these blondes, klyde. ” she told him with a shake of her head, “ but speaking of blondes good job getting rid of miss america, that was a fucking bore. ” 

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“dude i’m telling you gatorade zero and a shit ton of vodka is what you’re looking for. it’s keto-friendly my guy. you’re welcome. dr. klyde out,” klyde’s voice slipped into the air accompanying the swift motion of locking his phone. the male had continued on his journey. campus felt off these days. hushed whispers and loud hollers surrounding murder continuously pumped through each corner. and despite his ability to block it all out -- the male was finding it harder when everyone was talking about it. his system was used to being too overloaded with some kind of substance to even decipher a proper thought that lacked idiocy. yet, right then and there he was stone cold sober. sobriety led him to want to be alone. so, he did what he normally did when he couldn’t find max or matias -- he skated. one van hit the concrete while the other was placed on his board. within seconds he was off. kick push kick push. the male made his way, weaving through people in his way with the words, “move ! i have the right of way !” leaving his lips quickly as if they were the last words he would ever speak. however, the minute he decided to stop for a brief moment to pull out his vape, those cerulean hues latched onto a familiar face. the only distinctive things about him were the vape in hand and the smirk on his face. “stas ! wait, you were planning on getting a restraining order ? fuuuck,” he allowed the vowel to continuously flow. “do you feel that wind ? i do and it’s coming from you because you’re so cold,” the boy merely shook his head following that. “i was actually going to offer to help because i happen to be what the kids call... an artist.”

ANASTASIA WAS NEVER one for giving herself an empty plate. she may look calm, cool and collected but inside her head was a complete racetrack, everything running a mile a minute. on top of grad school applications, apply for internships, keeping on top of all things in the democratic primary and trying to force herself to at least smile once a day – she just had to add something else to her plate. the vintage store in the city had a piece of her heart ever since she had started at northshore. if she could find the time then she would center her entire day around roaming the findings of the wonderfully eccentric woman that owned it. like a lost gem, the brunette had discovered the most insanely beautiful cabinet – it may of been old and worn but it was french in design, delicate and in need of some tender loving care and she had always loved a project. that was how she had found herself sitting on the bottom steps of kappa, covered in paint as she put her diy skills to the test. she had got some weird looks, some hollering from the neighboring fraternities but nothing that couldn’t be met with a middle finger and a scowl. walking past, she noticed the familiar mop of blonde hair, this was klyde and even he deserved more than a middle finger. “ come any closer and i will think about that restraining order again. ”

@klvdes​

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livcxstillo‌:

i never claimed to be anything. and i have never done that in my life, klyde. i tried my whole life to be nice and to be fair, because that’s i thought that’s what people deserved. but yeah, i guess i was hurt by your joke. i guess i thought that a friend wouldn’t say that. i’ve had a really crappy week, and yeah, call me stupid but maybe i’m finally realizing that we were only ever friends because you wanted to sleep with me.

if you were actually nice you wouldn’t have to try to be nice. it would come naturally, liv. in the blink of an eye you went from a ten to a 2.5 because i only like people that can take a joke. you’re mad because i said i wouldn’t fuck or marry you ? you called me your brother -- you want me to promote piping down my sister or marrying her ? fuck that and once again it was a joke. also, i get you’ve had a crappy week but since when am i your punching bag ? we were friends and i wanted to sleep with you. i could be your friend and want to get laid. 

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livcxstillo‌:

i think you’re meaner and crueler than everyone else in this school. because at least they’re honest with their intentions. they don’t just act sweet to people to get in their pants, which if you ask me is a pretty horrible thing to do. and i think i’m an idiot for ever thinking we were friends.

look who isn’t actually as sweet as she claims. and uses that same fake sweetness to get into other people’s pants. congrats, liv you played yourself. and all over a joke. this is embarrassing, huh ? we were friends. the fuck are you on ? what’s your problem with me all of a sudden ?

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wildgemma‌:

Gemma’s head jerked up the minute she heard Klyde’s voice, eyes rolling back into her head as he began bringing up the one thing she did not want him to know. She turned around and began hitting him with the books she was carrying. “How did you hear about that?” she demanded to know, still smacking him with the books. “Yes, it’s possible for people to want to sleep with me. I have a sex life. I’m just more picky about who I sleep with, unlike you.”

the minute the book hit his skin, the male scooted away a bit. “i bruise easily. cut that shit out,” klyde claimed with an annoyed look occupying his face. with each hit, another step away from her was taken. “chill, crazy alligator lady. the fuck ?” the volume his voice was reaching was unnecessary. “the walls at murder school are thin. people might want to learn what inside voices are,” he admitted, not revealing a single source. “people want to sleep with you ?” a fake gag accompanied his words. “almost barfed my white claw right up,” he admitted. “i am picky about who i sleep with, gems.”

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livcxstillo‌:

yeah, you are, kind of like the artificial kind of sweetness. sorry, klyde, but no.

artifical ? olivia castillo this is oh-natural. nothing fake about this sweetness. but i’m starting to think you’re actually not that sweet. dare i say it... even sour. 

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jai-anik‌:

jai received a text from klyde. with no hesitation, he texted back. ‘i’ll bring the stuff. i’ll be there on time. bryde. oh whoop. i take it back. sounds like bride lol.’ jai didn’t exactly know what his fellow frat brother had in mind. jai prepped his backpack with a couple of spray cans filled with paint. before he headed out the door he decided to play some a few game matches. however, time flew by and he didn’t reach the meeting up till much later than instructed. did he feel bad arriving late? no, not at all. he knew klyde would understand or he would have expected it from jai. ‘on the way’ he texted klyde after noting he was almost an hour late. with a bright smile and arms open wide he said, “ what’s up bro’?” he waited for the young man to come into his arms. “ come on..don’t leave me hanging.” instead of waiting for him he aggressively hugged him first. “ so what’s the plan? actually don’t tell me. i’ll just follow your lead.” 

"how the fuck--” klyde’s voice dipped into the air surrounding him. it had been an hour later that he received a confirmation text. was he expecting anything different ? of course not. behind the idiocy that resided in his brain there was at least three realistic brain cells. those cells were telling him to expect jai’s late arrival. yet, he still showed up on time. with each moment that he spent waiting for jai he kept himself occupied. first, the male found serenity in a sketch. that charcoal pencil of his found a permanent residence within the pages of an old multi-media sketchbook. the drawing morphed from a mere oval to a familiar crystal blue eye. however, as the minutes continued on, he had to occupy himself doing something. so, he decided to attempt at making a tiktok. wasn’t one of his finest moments but there he was. the blond was attempting but was completely interrupted by a sudden voice. “brethren you’re less then two hours late ? we’re out here making progress,” a dramatic sigh left those two lips.”bro-gress,” the male released a few chuckles before following it up with a quick, “i swear that’s the last one. but you also just interrupted my tik tok-ing career,” the male feigned annoyance as the other opened his arms wide. however, he immediately hugged the other back immediately upon contact. once those two arms of his returned to his side, he grabbed the backpack he had set on the floor and put his phone in his back pocket. “you know why i like you jai ? you don’t ask questions. i appreciate it,” klyde nodded as a smile crept up his face. then, he began walking to the tridelta house, each step far too familiar. “make sure to act like normal. i’m not trying to get caught,” the blond admitted. however, there was nothing normal in the way his entire outfit was black. the male was going for stealth but ended up just looking suspicious. “did you bring the stuff ? please tell me you were late because you were prepping a little extra treat for me ?”

[klydcs]

i’m as sweet as a whole pack of skittles. do you want a taste, olivia ?

@klvdes​ replied to your post: @livcxstillo woooow. it was a joke. you didn’t think it was funny :(?

i always thought you were sweet. i guess i was wrong about two things.