Haley Lu Richardson And Jessica Sula Via Haleyluhoo Instagram Stories, 09/12/2022.

𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕠 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟

          ———      ⁂      ❝ CYP2D6 inhibitors. ❞ Quinn added, getting a nod from their Biochem professor. She zoned out from the open discussion then, her eyes wandering past the faces of her classmates until they landed on who had come to mind. She began running through a checklist and felt a familiar tug of concern. Not as many as a few days ago but still more than last week.

                                  The dismissal of the class almost passed her by, forcing Quinn to pack her materials up in a rush to join the rest. With quick footwork she made up the distance. When at the front of the pack and alongside Courtney– otherwise affectionately known as Coco –she bumped shoulders with him.     ❝ Well that’s 90 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. What a snoozefest. ❞   

ironlvngs·:

     they really began to rack their mind through every trick that he learned throughout the years trying to figure out where she was going to go with this as she led them towards the showers. and then when she turned the tap on, explaining to him exactly how it would work. as she explained, he found himself grinning at her. “ and if you ever wonder why i’ve been so deeply attracted to you, morrison, do remember this moment. ” he says as he puts the cigarette up to his lips, offering to light hers first before going for his. “ so, why are you hiding in here ? ”  

               —she   held   the   cigarette   between   her   forefinger   and   middle   and   leaned   forward   to   the   flame,   wrapping   her   lips   around   the   filter   and   inhaling.   the   paper   and   tobacco   crackled   and   the   ember   took.   quinn's   eyes   flicked   up   to   them,   the   green   in   her   hazel   eyes   brighter   in   her   purple   ensemble.   "you're   attracted   to   anything   you   can't   have,   link..."   the   blonde   answered   after   exhaling   a   stream   of   smoke.   at   least,   that   was   her   running   theory,   if   it   were   true   to   begin   with.   "who's   hiding?"

@aceofportsmouth​

ironlvngs​:

     link stopped in his tracks at the sound of someone calling behind him — assuming it was for him since there was no one else around the entrance and exit of the library. turning around to be met by quinn, with his abandoned laptop charger in between her hands. “ thanks. not that it matters, my laptop’s… busted again. ” what else can you expect from a shitty second hand laptop from craigslist ? but it was all link can afford, and he needed one if he was ever going to pass his classes. he was in a mood, his mind only on how the fuck he was going to get a new one now. “ so it’s kind of useless. sweet of you to chase me out here, though. ” he still teases, though, with a grin. 

          ———      ⁂      Since the night of the pool party, an awkward silence had fallen upon Quinn and Link's usually busy text thread: some unspoken agreement not to talk about the events of that night. She had come onto him, all perfume and kisses that she actually enjoyed, pulled their tops off and then ran off with his. No word, no warning. Just wanting hands that suddenly fled. She hated G for making her their fool. Handing over the charger, Quinn's smile was muted.

         ❝  I have a  spare  MacBook  Pro  from  last  year's  release  if  you  want  it.  ❞

isabellafm​:

Bella stopped in her tracks, sighing, rolling her eyes, the works because, oh my god — “Proud of you for your good deed, Sandra Dee, but that’s totally not mine.” She poked her head towards the pencil case in Quinn’s hand; it was a tacky orange color, completely outside of her color scheme, and god forbid she ever used mechanical pencils. Good lord. “Though, I’m not against opening it up and digging through. Might be some goodies inside, y’know?” 

          ———      ⁂      Quinn blinked at being called Sandra Dee. She'd heard it before. Her jaw clenched, wanting to react but knowing it wasn't worth it with Bella. ❝ Oh, ❞ she held back. The pencil case had been sitting by Bella in the library but must've been left before she arrived. Quinn pulled her arm in and held the item close to her chest, pulling a frown at the fellow legacy. ❝ I think not. ❞

               a   freshman   approaches   her   with   a   green   glow   stick.   quinn   politely   declines,   waving   her   hand   to   shoo   them   away;   bravado   she   would   later   come   to   regret.   she   enters   with   the   confidence   she   was   born   into.   a   steadfast   belief   she's   above   it   all—   you   know   the   type:   everyone   else   but   me.   exclusivity   from   human   frailty.   closer   to   god   than   man.   it   was   the   morrison   way   and   quinn   was   not   immune.

               at   first,   she's   presented   with   options:   a   staircase   with   a   ghoulish   figure   looming   and   a   claustrophobic   hallway   of   chains.   she   would   rather   take   on   an   opponent   she   can   see   so   she   chooses   the   stairs.   as   expected,   the   robed   figure   lunges   at   her   as   she   reaches   the   top.   she   pushes   back,   laughing.   this   wasn't   scary.   this   was   corny.   this   was   camp.   it   was   a      kkg   event   after   all.   she   should   have   known   to   lower   her   expectations.

               quinn   has   little   interest   in   the   party   laying   ahead;   the   same   as   every   year   before.      in   fact,   she's   only   making   an   appearance   because   that   was   what   was   expected   of   the   greek   letters.   for   all   the   rivalry   between   them,   they   made   sure   to   show   up   to   each   other's   occasions   as   a   point   of   cooperation.   she   was   tri   delt's   vice   president   of   recruitment,   so   personal   choice   was   outside   the   equation.   she   did   her   best   not   to   be   the   rain   on   everyone's   parade...   by   this   point   in   the   halloween   season,   in   all   honesty,   her   social   battery   was   draining   fast.

               she   moves   forward   through   the   haunted   house,   coiled   hair   bouncing   on   her   proud   shoulders.   the   sophomore   finds   herself   in   an   empty   room.   her   first   impression?   apathetic.   the   room   is   wallpapered   white   with   some   pictures   plastered   on   top.      she   gets   closer.   curiosity,   as   usual,   reaping   bitter   fruit.   

she   recognises   a   word   emblazoned   over   and   over   again   in   bold   block   letters.   

          MISSING         

the   brunette   steps   back,   first   in   shock,   then   again   in   disgust.   a   weight   drops   in   her   abdomen.   with   a   nauseous   gulp,   she   turns   and   walks   out   as   fast   as   her   tiny   frame   is   able.   blinded   by   revulsion,   quinn   opens   the   next   door   she   sees,   hoping   for   an   exit.   she   isn't   paying   attention.   the   memory   of   greer   is   suffocating   her   senses   just   enough   for   idle   complacency   to   mutate   into   foolishness.   this   next   room   is   pitch   black   and   out   from   the   shadows   comes   a   paunchy   man   dressed   as   a   clown   —   face   paint   and   all.   he   makes   a   grab   for   her.   quinn   screams.

                      by   the   time   she   runs   all   the   way   back   to   the   entrance   she's   pale   and   clammy.   she   falters   over   the   front   step,   vision   blurred,   and   vomits.   exorcist-style.

ironlvngs·:

      at her response, he holds his hand up to his heart, acting out as though he was pulling a dagger out of his chest, with a grin painted on his lips. he could tell that quinn never trusted him — she was a smart girl, and it didn’t surprise him that she chose not to trust him. but the suspicion grew when greer disappeared, and it got him beginning to wonder if she thought he had anything to do with that. 

    he reaches out his pack of cigarettes, gesturing for her to take one. “ be my guest. i’m curious to see what trick that is — all of mine are limited to dorm room tricks, i’m afraid. ”

               "i   doubt   that."   she   added   while   walking   over,   taking   a   cigarette   from   the   pack   offered.   quinn   gestured   for   link   to   follow   her   and   began   leading   them   away   from   the   main   set   of   lockers   and   around   the   corner   to   a   fully   tiled   shower   area.   there   were   some   cubicles   adjacent   to   the   wall,   for   those   who   craved   privacy,   and   for   those   who   didn't;   a   typical   offering   of   an   open   rectangle   of   densely   packed   riser   rails.   she   twisted   their   dials   one   by   one,   being   careful   not   to   get   splashed,   and   turned   back   to   link   with   a   cheeky   smile   before   sitting   in   the   middle   of   the   short   curb   that   acted   as   a   dam   for   the   run-off.   "blow   your   smoke   towards   the   running   water.   it   dissipates   it   before   it   can   reach   the   alarm   out   there   and   stops   the   smell   from   clinging."

aceofportsmouth·:

He laid his head on the pool edge, looking up at Quinn with a soft smile. “I’m a tad jealous. I don’t have any cousins.” Booker shared. “My brother and sisters are great, but it’d be nice to have some outside of my immediate family, you know?” Sharing helped with finding common ground. Booker thought of himself as an open book, if that book had sentences with whited-out sections. “Greer seemed like a party girl. Do you think she would be proud of this event? Or would you like to talk about something else?” Booker added, blinking innocently. “I think we have some classes together. If you’d like to discuss classes, who doesn’t love talking about medicine, right?”

               her   eyes   narrowed   conspicuously   as   he   reeled   off   question   after   question.   she   didn't   even   know   this   guy's   name   and   here   he   was,   prepped   for   an   interview.   quinn   didn't   know   if   it   was   recent   events   with   greer,   being   forced   to   be   at   this   stupid   party   or   her   morrison   upbringing   but   it   put   her   back   up.   what   was   his   deal?   she   tried   to   turn   the   conversation   around.   "do   we?   what's   your   major?"