murdercomics:

_{@noaccomplice .} 

    ^{❛     TOUGH  DAY,     huh ?    ❛       he doesn’t need to taunt her vocally any more than that.  most of his amusement showed in the tone of his voice in general.   it was difficult not to overhear something that caused so much hostility ,   especially considering he was somewhat apart of their social circle now.     even before,  gustavo always had a knack for figuring things out on his own.   some would have called it stalking,    eavesdropping.   but he appreciated his own observance and ability to pick up on specific detail .} 

_{‘    —    YEAH,   you   must   be   getting   a   real   kick   out   of   everything.   inspiration   for   your   comic,   right?   ’   is   all   she   manages,   tone   has   a   heavy   bite   (   making   it   all   too   obvious   that   she’s   not   in   the   mood   for   his   taunting   )   as   she   looks   up   from   the   inside   of   her   locker   where   gaze   has   been   burning   a   hole   for   the   past   few   minutes   ;   god   forbid   she   looked   anywhere   else   where   everyone’s   distrustful   stares   still   settled   heavy   on   her.   of   all   the   people   she   might   have   owed   an   explanation   to,   gustavo   acosta   sure   as   hell   wasn’t   one   of   them.   fingers   tap   the   side   of   her   locker   door   anxiously,   nausea   twisting   in   her   stomach   as   she   slams   the   door   shut   &   stands.}  

 _{‘   look,   now’s   really   not   a   good   time,   so   whatever   you   have   to   say    —    just   save   it,   ‘   she   exhales   sharply,   focuses   her   attention   on   him   as   her   eyebrows   raise,   frustration   lighting   her   features,   has   been   that   way   all   morning.   she   pauses,   is   quick   to   follow   up.   ’   wait   —   why   are   you   so   casual   about   all   of   this?   no   one   else   will   even   look   at   me,   so   what   gives   ?   ’}