Fuck YOLO | Heath and Jared

heath-benson:

“That’s all well and good Jared, really. I commend you but the safest thing would be, while he’s down, go and find some way to contact the police. Cellphones aren’t working but maybe landlines do…” He kept his eyes on Landon though, moving between him and Jared. He really did commend the boy for how fearless he really was but right now, they needed to get Landon away from the school and needed to get the police. He was surprised they hadn’t even showed up by now, surely one of the teachers before him escaped and called? Wishful thinking.

Jared really couldn’t be bothered about his language at a time like this. “Why hasn’t the fucking NYPD shown up yet?” he muttered as he walked away before making sure that Heath was okay. Thankfully, the gym had a landline. Racing towards it, Jared dialed 911. “Jared Foster, freshman at AU. Psycho killer on the loose. He’s in the male locker room right now, we have him trapped,” he said frantically to the man on the other end of the phone. The man simply told him that someone else had called a few minutes earlier. How the fuck was he supposed to know that? He thought that Landon was going to take his iPhone, but Jared still had it. His unsent text to Emily was still on the screen. His nice dress shirt was ripped now, thanks to his scuffle with Landon. Taking it off, he threw it on the floor. So much for his cleaned-up look.

Returning to the locker room, he rejoined Heath. Jared was still holding the hockey stick, as that was what had saved him partially. “Apparently, a girl called a few minutes ago already,” he told Heath. “Now what do we do about the psycho? Knock him unconscious till the police comes?” he asked, wanting to hit someone with the hockey stick.

Fuck YOLO | Heath and Jared

heath-benson:

Heath needed to get out of the room… He needed to help the other teachers, students, etc. He didn’t much care about him at this point and more so everyone else. He looked the door up and down, sighing and looking down at himself. His 6’4 frame should be good enough to get the door open…. He took a couple steps back before ramming his elbow and side into the door, watching it open, the door coming off their own hinges a bit before shrugging it off. He could pay for it. Or they could take it out of his pay check. Looking around cautiously, he began walking, looking in rooms and checking things before a cry of help disrupted him and without thinking, Heath broke into a run, following that sound. He saw two of his students, Landon and Jared.

His mind was racing… Landon… Had a gun. He didn’t know why all he knew was that putting tow and two together… He needed to get Jared away. “What’s going on?” He asked, only to get Landon’s attention to which he then hit him, square in the jaw to at least disorient him. He stayed still for a second, realizing he just hit a student… He shook out of it before turning to Jared, motioning for him to go.

Jared may not have had a weapon other than the hockey stick, but he was an athlete, that was an advantage that he certainly had over scrawny Landon. As he ran away from Landon, Jared threw a bin of basketballs onto the floor behind him as he ran. “Fuck,” he muttered yet again as he almost reached a dead end. “I’ll fucking hit you again if you come near me!” Jared yelled at Landon, holding the stick up to defend himself. Although Landon could - and would, most likely - kill Jared, it was unlike Jared to go down without a fight. If he was to die in this locker room tonight, he will die fighting. He had cheated death a few weeks ago, was his time finally here?

His thoughts were interrupted when the door broke down and he saw Heath Benson emerge. “Benson, he’s a psycho!” Jared said, pointing the hockey stick at Landon. He watched as the student teacher fearlessly knocked Landon square in the jaw. However, he did not care about disobeying a teacher right now. A normal student would have run, but Jared was far from normal. “No, I’m staying,” Jared said defiantly. “I’m not leaving you with psycho over here,” he said, motioning to Landon. “I don’t go down without a fight.”

Fuck YOLO | Heath and Jared

Jared had a date, if he could call it that. He had just met her earlier this week, but they were getting along great so far. Emily Worthington was a bitch to most, but he didn’t see her as anything but a girl who knew what she was about. That, to him, was so attractive. Stepping out of the shower in the boys’ locker room after soccer practice, he wrapped a towel around his waist as his team mates said goodbye to him. Opening his locker, he admired the outfit that he had chosen for this evening. Hey, if he was to impress Emily, he had to at least dress the part. A baby blue button-down long-sleeved shirt paired with a pair of black dress pants. Although he knew that a girl like Emily would probably never want a guy like him, it was just in Jared’s nature to at least try.

As he finished getting dressed, Jared admired himself in the locker room’s long mirror. “Not half bad,” he complimented himself. Taking his bottle of Reaction by Kenneth Cole, the young man spritzed it on his body in the right amounts. “Now to comb my hair and everything would be fine,” he said, taking up the comb from his bag as the light began to flicker. Suddenly, all power was gone in the locker room. “Hello?” Jared called out, wondering if anyone would hear him. “Fuck,” he muttered, taking out his iPhone to text Emily to tell her that he would be late. Ah, just his luck, no cell service. “Fuck you Verizon,” he cursed his phone silently, hearing footsteps. “Who’s there?” he asked, grabbing his team mate’s hockey stick in order to protect himself.

He came face to face with a former student, dressed in all black. “Landon?” he asked, his hands shaking as he held the hockey stick. He knew Landon briefly, he had left AU right after Jared had come. Wait… the announcements about a killing on campus, an intruder, the lockdown… Jared was suddenly afraid. “Stay back!” he ordered him, taking a swing and hitting Landon in the head. “Fuck,” Jared muttered before turning around and running as fast as he could. He had to find a way out. “Help!” he shouted as he ran as fast as he could, in hopes that someone could hear him before he reached a dead end.

Dance with the Devil Pt. 4

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Note: This entry is the most exciting (well, for me). However, it includes graphic violence and serious events. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with it.

Also, this was supposed to take place during the night. However, due to the time difference between myself and Emme’s RPer, it has to be posted now while we’re both awake.

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Drinking the night away | Jaremme

emme-poesex3:

“Yeah because of course that’s the type of guy I fall for, the one who has his own head shoved up his ass.” She joked, she was only planning to get two things from Trent. And only two things, nothing more and nothing less. She took another hit before passing the joint back to him and raising to her feet to put the nearly empty bottle back on the kitchen counter. She listened to him for a moment and smirked as she watched him lean against the wall, there was something different about Jared when he was getting high and drunk. He was more bold. She walked over and placed her hands on the wall, either side of his head as she looked up to him with her usual smirk. “And have you every lied to me Jared?” She asked him, half paying attention and half not.

"Exactly," Jared teased. "Trent’s just that kind. He gets the job done though, so you need not worry about that. It will be worth it, whatever illegal thing he asks you to get for him. He has a Mexican dealer that loves brunette women, so watch out," he said, not knowing whether it was a joke or serious. Hopefully Trent would do the necessary stuff without making her stoop too low. Jared placed his now empty glass next to him and watched her petite frame  walk to him, closing the gap between them. "Me? Lie?" he asked, a bit nervously. What was it that was drawing him to her? He and Erin hadn’t spoken in forever, and they hadn’t even started dating. He missed her, but right now, he couldn’t deny that there was a spark between him and Emme. "I have lied, actually," he said, straightening up. Being drunk and high was not a good combination for him, nor was it for his decisions. "Truth is, I think you’re fucking beautiful and I want to kiss you." That being said, he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips.

Drinking the night away | Jaremme

emme-poesex3:

“Sure, I’ll come down. I haven’t seen you play yet and your always bragging about how good you are.” She smiled as she lightly nudged him shoulder. So Saturday was the day then, she bit her lower lip as she tried working a plan out in her head. But right now her mind was too wired for that sort of thing, she needed a buzz. She wanted to forget everything for tonight and just be the girl who didn’t hate herself because of how she looked or how she acted. She wanted to be the girl who could just have a good time and then not end up sleeping with some guy to make herself feel worth it. “You do know lying is a sin, don’t you Jer?” She laughed as she took another sip from the bottle before taking his joint from him so take a hit. She leaned forward and blew the smoke towards his lips, laughing softly.

"Fine, you’ll see for yourself on Saturday," Jared told her confidently. He wasn’t a star at lacrosse, but he was a fairly good. He was better than Trent, if it counted for anything. "I deserve that top spot, Trent just got it because he’s popular," he whined, making a face. "I’m sure you find him so hot and sexy and smooth too," Jared teased. With his shaggy blond hair, ripped body and deep green eyes, most girls swooned at the sight of Trent. That, paired with his bad boy ways, got him lucky most of the time. He passed the joint to her and poured himself a glass of scotch. He looked down, out into the woods. "If you ever need a place to be alone, there’s a clearing about 200 feet into the woods," he told her. "Not the place where I go to practice my shooting, a little before that. There are squirrels there, but not the vicious kind. The cute kind," he said, laughing a bit. He couldn’t help but laugh when she accused him of lying. He stood up and leaned against the wall. "Sweetheart, I’m a walking, talking, paradox," he said, grinning. "I’m a Law student who does drugs, a pretty boy who’s ugly on the inside. But, not a liar. At least not always."

Drinking the night away | Jaremme

emme-poesex3:

“Look Jared, you don’t need to worry about me. I think I can handle myself around him. ” She told him, even if she did get hurt. Did she really care? She thought about how she would do it, probably go watch him at a match and then ask him for the ID. She’d get it from him, no matter what she had to do to get it. She’d do it. She knew Jared worried about her and she was kinda touched, he was pretty much the only person she cared about here other than her family. She shook her head when he offered her a hit. “Naah, I’m fine thanks.” She said to him as she sat down on the couch, the bottle in her hand. “You know if you ever need to talk about it, I’m here right.” she told him, offering a weak smile back to him.

"Hey, just giving you a heads-up," Jared shrugged. He himself had been used as a drug mule by Trent, he knew that Trent would do worse to Emme. The worst part was, Emme was so vulnerable that she may just let Trent do shit to her. “Just warn me if he does anything to you,” Jared told her, his voice firm. Sighing, he told her, “There’s a lacrosse match on Saturday. He and I are both playing, you can come meet him.” He regretted sharing that information with her now; now she would definitely try to get a hold of Trent and get her fake ID too. Jared offered her a lopsided smile as she opened another bottle. She was gorgeous, he always told her that but she couldn’t see it for herself. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he told her, chuckling and taking another hit. He knew that she was feeling down lately, and he figured that the most he could do was to reassure her that she was amazing.