Who: Grace and Isaac What: Drunk cupid is horrible When: Bendy times Where: The prison yard to start Warnings: Nothing at the moment
Everything sucked. Grace was so unhappy. She knew that Lily and Finn were together and doing things and he was touching her and she was touching him and the thought just pissed her the hell off. She wasn't outgoing like Lily was. She wasn't able to just jump in front of a guy with her arms open wide as if to say 'Here I am, take me.' Because she was a big slut, that was why. The thought just made her roll her eyes. And everytime she went to text Finn, she just decided against it. Because being angry and doing nothing about it was obviously working. Good call, Gracie. She hated this.
And her emotions definitely affected everything around her because sometimes her powers just happened to ... happen? She could control them, she knew she could but sometimes they just got out of control. In her room especially, there were things that just ended up frozen. Noel called her Elsa and she hated it, but maybe it was true. Maybe the only way to be free was to just let it go. Fucking lame shit.
And now she was back to hating everything.
She pushed her way through a crowd and began to walk the perimeter of the prison and she reached into her pocket, grabbing a ziploc baggie that had pills in it. It wasn't anything bad. It was just Xanax that she had taken from the infirmary. They wouldn't miss it. And if they did, nobody would think she did it. She popped on just as she felt something pinch at her and she scrunched up her nose.
What the hell was that? She looked back, as if she was checking out her own backside and she felt eyes on her. Quickly, she looked up, seeing some ridiculously tall, curly haired guy who was giving her a look like, 'What the fuck are you doing?'
"What are you looking at?" She snapped at first but then her eyes softened. It was like he was the most angelic person she had ever seen. Kind of dorky in his own way but she liked that. She would hate herself for this later. Why was it always a spell when she became likable?
She walked over to him and smiled a little. "Sorry, I think I got stung by something. Can you check?" She asked, her eyebrows raised. The only thing she wanted right now was his hands on her. And his love. His heart. Even if she had to rip it out.