Savin frowned as they walked into the funeral home. Jazz bit his lip as they were directed towards Ryin’s casket. This was real. This was really happening.

( 'I'm surprised there's a fucking viewing,' Dylan murmured. )

Savin frowned to himself, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He glanced at his home ec partner, Dylan. Dylan just raised an eyebrow at him, giving Savin a quizzical look. “What’s up?”

( 'Nothing.' )

Sequel fic of sorts to alien_writings's You Don't Wanna Know. Because I'm not mean enough to Savin in his own universe.

I’m staring at my AP Bio book when I hear a sharp knock on the door. I haven’t left my room except to go to the bathroom or eat all weekend -- haven’t really eaten much, either. “Yeah?” I call.

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So I couldn't resist giving Savin the satisfaction of punching Egan in the face. Not sure when it takes place but it's months into the AU

Okay, this party of Xan’s? Much better than I expected it to be. The music’s alright and there are plenty of people here. Easy enough to blend into the crowd and try and enjoy myself for once.

( *Especially* since I have a glass of vodka in my hands. )

I totally can’t believe this. Egan’s approaching me as I’m reaching for some books out of my locker. AP Calc is kicking my ass worse than I thought it would -- I was hoping to meet Mari after school so that she could help me with it. Having a girlfriend who’s in college and has already done your classes really fucking helps, let me tell you.

( Except that look on Egan's face? )

Jazz rubbed his eyes, yawning as he slid into his desk. Five minutes early, as usual. He opened his backpack and pulled out his homework from the night before. Not that there had been a whole lot of it -- it was still early yet in the school year. Slumping down in his seat some, he pulled out his phone and began typing a message. He kept a lookout ( Read more... )