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[ollieinoue]

If there was something Ollie was good at it was being totally cool and chill and not awkward when he was feeling totally awkward and not at all cool and chill. Or at least he liked to think he was good at it. So, when he ran into Monty -- literally -- he liked to think he played it off totally chill even though inside he was both dying and completely elated. "You're fine," he said, shaking his head, though any internal battle about whether he was happy or not to run into Monty died. "Really? Fuck. I guess I gotta piss in the bushes or something…" He muttered, and gave an annoyed huff. He'd had a bottle of water nearly attached to his hand nearly the entire party, as if that actually off set the stimulants in his system. He really had to pee. His mouth turned up in amusement the apples of his cheeks raising enough to make his eyes squint at Monty's very obvious over dramatic denial. "Yeah, it sounds like it definitely wasn't you. Well, I hope whoever did feels better soon," he said taking a few steps away. Like that would be it, though a moment later he paused and turned back to Monty. "You wanna meet me outside after I'm done and smoke a j?" He offered, then grinned unable to resist the urge to tease monty, like always, "it's very good for nausea."

with: @ollieinoue location: an off-campus house party when: oct 27th, during halloweekend

"Whoa, sorry --" Teeth caught his lower lip, biting down hard as he realized that it was Ollie who he'd just stumbled into while exiting the bathroom. The bracing hand on the other's arm fell away, the claustrophobic feeling of the cramped house party increasing tenfold. They hadn't crossed paths since arriving, miraculously surviving the near-conversation-less car ride with the aid of the radio turned just a few volume notches too high, and then Monty had taken it upon himself to say a quick 'well, bye!' before splitting off first. He summoned a brittle smile and tossed a thumb over his shoulder. "Someone blew chunks all over the sink in there," he said, as if to explain why he'd closed the door at his back, now giving himself no room to retreat. He side-stepped into the hall to avoid standing so close. "Not me, though. I definitely... did not do that." He didn't! No matter how guilty he was making himself sound right now, eyes widening in mock seriousness, creating a jokingly grave situation.

#thread 270 . #ft monty . #drug mention tw #drug use tw

[ollieinoue]

"That sucks," Ollie said in sympathy for Parker and Jesse's situation. It must be hard on both of them, especially given they were roommates. It was bad enough between him and Monty. If he were being honest though … He could see where Jesse was coming from, not wanting Parker to get involved in his bullshit. If he were in Jesse's situation the last thing he'd want was someone he cared about constantly having to deal with his mess. That was exactly why he was trying to take a step back romantically from Monty. He needed to sort himself out first. But the difference was Ollie was trying to sort himself out. Was he succeeding? Questionable. But Jesse? He wasn't so sure Jesse wanted to sort anything out. "Yes, of course. I've got his back," Ollie said, nodding his head, "I wouldn't feel bad about taking a step back from things either." He said, trying to reassure Parker that maybe that was for the best. "You can only be there for someone if they want you to be there for them. Trust me… There's only so many times you can run into a concrete wall before you destroy yourself."

showing up drunk, a revealing letter found. it was like an episode of the oc or gossip girl, the way the beats had been laid out. as though the sky was a thin curtain with a supreme director hovering just behind, guiding their interactions like actors were guided through scenes. maybe that was all gut feelings and intuition were: otherworldly demands.

parker nodded and offered a reassuring grin. upsetting but good were well-rounded thoughts about the whole thing. still, as happy for him as she was, she was acutely aware of the twinge of jealousy that met her heart.

"no," she murmured when the tables were turned on her. her chin tilted down towards her cup, giving the word a slight echo. "we got into a huge fight after homecoming, because—" parker caught herself just then. luckily, her eyes had been downcast, so she just shrugged and shook her head. "well, i don't know. he was drunk and angry." there was a pause before parker continued with, "and then, last week, he got basically blackout at a bar and his teammates called me to pick him." her eyes rolled. shitty so-called friends. shitty jesse, drinking until he drowned. "i had to drag him to my car. then he called me out for a room change form i'd left out. got really torn up about it." she sighed. "he really needs friends right now, but i can't do that. it's too painful." parker's mouth opened, prepared to say something else, but she hesitated, reconsidered. then she said it anyway. "can you just keep an eye out for him?" before ollie could answer, she added, "for me?"

#thread 266 . #ft parker .

[ollieinoue]

a painter, an artist, the next michelangelo

#mirror . #like uhm....

[ollieinoue]

He ducked his head, a pained look crossing his face at Milo's words. "Yeah, that's fair…" He said quietly. Of course this time Ollie hadn't meant to do anything wrong. He was trying to help. Not necessarily help Milo, he hadn't exactly been the first person on his mind, but yes he was part of it. He stood up from Milo's bed, hesitating a moment before stepping into him and wrapping his arms around him in a hug, as he fell into fawnish behavior. "I really am sorry," he said, eyebrows furrowing. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this, please don't be mad at me. "I promise I'm going to fix this." He hoped. Ollie pulled away again his bottom lip sticking out as he pouted turning to duck around Milo and exit the room before he could start yelling at him again.

#thread 263 . #ft milo . #thank you for the thread babe!!

[ollieinoue]

Ollie wasn't expecting the haunted house to be too eventful this year, it was hard to follow up last year, but he was hoping the guy who threatened to choke him was back this year. He was told, once again, to put out his joint by one of the volunteers as he moved through the crowd and rolled his eyes stopping at the door and stubbing it out on his boot as Charlie stopped him. "Oh shit--" he said, pulling his backpack off and unzipping it, "treat of course," he said pulling out a plastic tupperware box full of brownies and holding it out for her. "Happy belated birthday! I baked these for you. There's drugs in them." Like he had to explain that.

where: the KKG halloween haunted house

who: open!

charlie had not been asked to man the door, but she had happily appointed herself. it was the perfect positioning to ensure everyone had to compliment her as they walked into the party, and it gave her the best vantage point as to who was looking sexy. she blocked the corridor with a fishnet-clad leg as another entrant walked in. "you're supposed to say trick or treat."

#thread 269 . #ft charlie . #drug mention tw #drug use tw

[ollieinoue]

Ollie just shrugged at the question. "I don't know. Straight men love me, I've fucked a lot of them before," he said. Which was true, but obviously there was a difference between having sex with someone and actually dating them. Meant you had to be at least a little committed to the fruity identity. He laughed and let his head lean back against the back of his seat as he sank down, legs sticking out of the neat clinical row they were sat in. "Don't I always do something?" Ollie asked, a little bit of ironic humor in his tone. "Do you want to guess what happened? It has something to do with a million dollars, a wild night at a casino, a man with a missing finger, and the IRS." Obviously it had nothing to do with any of that, but that sounded much better than what had actually happened between them. He wasn't going to tell Freddie he was texting Link, at least not that easily.

“well, i could be done in five.” he shrugs carelessly. “and that’s on a good day.” of all the rumours that spread about him being shit in bed, he supposes this one would be on the more generous side. his brows jumped at the free gossip handed to him, eyes widening because: “damn, richler’s fruity?" is his first takeaway from the conversation. he'd always imagined it'd have to take a straight guy to date mari. don’t ask him to explain it. the logic is there. “sounds dramatic as fuck. you should’ve broken up before the summer, that’s a rookie move on your part.” a beat. “i bet you did something – what did you do?”

#thread 264 . #ft freddie .

[ollieinoue]

Ollie nodded his head, waving Heath off. "I will text you later!" He called, as he watched him exit the library. He went back to sit with the group he'd been working with, giving them a smile that said how annoying that had been. "Sorry, guys, where are we?" Though he pulled out his phone while they explained what he'd missed -- not much -- and was already scrolling through the list of classes he could enroll Heath in. Hm. A meditation class might do him a lot of good. It was in the afternoon, and not on Friday. How perfect. Advanced Deep Breathing it was. Heath could breathe as far as Ollie knew, so he should be fine. Maybe he'd find his new calling or something.

end.

Heath made a face that screamed exactly how stupid he thought Ollie sounded to suggest that he'd want to be switched into another class. Then, after a few more seconds of thought… Shit, did he still need the elective credits? Or had his advisor just been trying to keep him busy with relevant courses? Heath could hardly remember last week, let alone what had gone through his head months ago while registering for his senior year. "Surprise me," he said finally, pinched expression smoothing into a cool smile. "As long as it's not a Friday class, just pick whatever, I'm sure it'll be fine." Or he hoped, at least. Heath never thought far enough ahead into the future to get pedantic about the details. With a shrug, he started to wave Ollie off as he turned, ready to escape the stuffy quiet of the library. "Let me know when it's all sorted."

#thread 261 . #ft heath . #thank you for the thread as always !!

[ollieinoue]

"I sent it!" Ollie said, looking up from his cereal with wide eyes. "It was for early admissions so it was due at the end of last month." He'd forgotten about it since he sent it off, so this shot him back to over analyzing everything he'd done in in the application. Was it good enough? He didn't know. "Now I just have to wait until sometime in December to hear back. But like… it's cool if I don't get in. I have time to apply for other schools and shit. There area ton of good computer science programs out there in the world. I was looking into Todai -- that's University of Tokyo, and they have a good computer science programs, and a lot of connections to people who have worked in video games as well. Which would be really cool." Yeah, it was totally cool if he didn't get into MIT. He didn't care at all. There were so many options that were out there. It totally wasn't a big deal at all if he didn't go to MIT. Obviously. "It would be nice to go to MIT though, of course. Plus it's close, so I can come back and bother you guys all the time. So, either a completely different country or a couple hours away. I guess we'll see." There were more options than that, there was even staying at Ogden. But he didn't think he would be able to deal with that.

He didn’t say anything in response immediately – frankly, he didn’t really know what to add to the conversation – only offering a nod and a raise of brows in silent agreement to Ollie’s wish that the rest of the year ran smoothly, at least (which, Edward doubted would, in fact, transpire given the circumstances). The truth was that, as much as his question about his and Monty’s breakup had come from a genuine place of fondness and care, he wasn’t particularly close to any of them – as he wasn’t particularly close to most people – and so, there was only so much this clinical distance he kept himself at allowed him to say in consolation… “Yeah, you’ve certainly got a lot on your plate already with your senior project and applying to your masters and whatnot.” He finally said, recalling a conversation they had had the previous year. “Speaking of… How's that MIT application going?” Ollie certainly deserved the opportunity to get away from Ogden, to find some peace of mind elsewhere. Away from the drama, away from the homophobic dean Zuko, and, especially, away from G…

#thread 260 . #ft eddie .

[ollieinoue]

Sometime in the afternoon Friday [ @n8-shaw ]

"Hey!" Ollie called, suddenly changing directions on the sidewalk as he saw Nate, bouncing in his direction. He was currently feeling particularly cheerful, and bouncy that afternoon. Could be that he was excited (as always) for Halloween, could be his particularly cute outfit (he always loved wearing a cute skirt), could be the current task he had at hand (it was most likely this, considering) -- "Do you want to come help me bake some edibles? I could use someone to help stir, and lick the spoon, and talk to me so I don't have to watch a bunch of brownies bake in silence," he offered with what was supposed to be a temping sort of lilt in his tone. Alright, he might be doing most of the talking, but that had never been a problem for either of them before.

#thread 268 . #ft nate . #drug mention tw

[ollieinoue]

OGDEN HALLOWEEKEND 2023 [ PT II ]

Ollie Inoue as a Vintage Shoujo Protagonist Girlie

#mirror . #my things . #this is just what he's wearing around during the day not at parties ya kno yeah #scarily specific costume vibes lets go

[ollieinoue]

OGDEN HALLOWEEKEND 2023

Ollie Inoue as Patriarchy Ken

#mirror . #my things . #I know that he just screams toxic masculinity #I made these gifs for just regular use I'm too lazy to make an actual graphic for this #some of these are really doing sm for me tho #this photoshoot is my everything

[ollieinoue]

Ollie followed closely behind Monty, eyes glued to the ground and arms crossed around himself. He wished they could have stayed in his room. That they could have fallen asleep together, and he could have teased him about his hangover the next morning, and being the sober one for once. He would have made him coffee and gotten him something to eat for breakfast, and -- they were stopped in front of Monty's door before his mind could run away from him too far. That's what you got for being neighbors, for better or worse.

He gave a quiet laugh when Monty suggested he come inside, smiling at him in a way that said they both knew that wasn't going to happen. "I'll have to have faith that your self preservation instinct will not let you accidentally get into Anya's bed despite how drunk you are," he said, already imagining Anya kicking him all the way to the floor. Though the good humor was wiped from his face when he realized what Monty had been fiddling with, his wide eyes down on the key that was being handed over to him, and feeling that familiar and persistent ache in his chest that had been lingering since late this summer. "Uhm..." Ollie stammered a moment before he shook his head. He handed the posters over in Monty's free hand, his other hand curling his fingers back around the key. "Keep it. It's for emergencies. I'm bound to lock myself out of my dorm at least once a month, and then what?" He could give it to literally any other person on the floor, as if he didn't have any other friends. Fuck, he could give it to Anya. But he couldn't bring himself to take the key back. It felt too much like they were slowly losing every single connection they had, working together, their car, this… He couldn't do it. "Anyway, uh… You should come back. Once you can say the word appreciate and we'll talk," he teased, then stood there for a moment. Uncertain what to do, before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Monty's shoulders again, eyebrows furrowing into a pained look behind his back. "Happy birthday, bro." I love you.

#thread 265 . #ft monty . #thank you for the thread as always !! #I guess

[ollieinoue]

"Uh…" Ollie chuckled a little, though this one held something more awkward in it, uncertain how he was supposed to answer Parker's question. "I mean I'm fine," he said, shrugging. Honestly he was doing pretty well, things were going okay all things considered. Granted there were these weird texts, the promise that someone might have some vague nonsense about him, and all the Greer stuff being tossed out the window all of a sudden. That all sucked, but before all of that had happened today he'd been doing well. That wasn't the part he was uncertain about at the moment.

"Monty's birthday was the other day," he said, though he was sure Parker already knew that. Ollie bit down on his bottom lip rocking back onto his heels and reaching out for Parker's drink so he could also take a sip. Definitely not as long as she had taken, but a little one handing the cup back to her. "He showed up in my dorm pretty wasted. I'm not used to having to be the sober one." Not that Monty was ever really sober either, but he did often have to deal with Ollie being way more gone than he was. He always managed to be very cool about it, whenever he casually made sure Ollie was not getting a little overly handsy for the public or what have you. He didn't know how he managed. "So, I was writing him this letter but then it got so fucked up and I was just kind of spilling everything onto it, and I was like I'm just going to go get him a normal birthday card and left. And he … saw the letter. Which I definitely didn't want him to, but it is what it is. We… actually talked a little. I don't even know if he remembers… I hope so." Ollie had actually opened up about whatever mental health issues he had more then he ever really had to anyone before, and the idea that Monty might not even remember was a bit more gut wrenching than he could stand at this point. "I don't know. I think maybe it was a good thing? Maybe it was a start… I mean it wasn't great, really fucking upsetting, but I'm feeling good about it. If that makes sense?" He peered over at Parker with a half hearted smile, tilting his head. "How are you doing? Any positive improvements moving in the right direction with Jesse?"

maybe they just want people to talk to them. parker held ollie's gaze for all of five seconds before bursting into laughter. keeling over with laughter. if g was ultimately out to make friends, they had a... well, actually... they didn't have the most unogden-like way of going about it. every last relationship on campus—friendly, familial, romantic—seemed to go through some sort of odd tension. huh. whatever, it was still a humorous thought. g, lying in bed at night, kicking their feet and waiting for replies that hardly ever came. a victim to their own fearful, hidden persona. text me back, dammit, don't you want to know more!?

once parker had regained her composure, she shot ollie a look of confusion. no, she didn't know about the nobody-on-the-internet theory or that spies trolled around online. was she supposed to? was this common knowledge? or was it a cool, niche ollie-ism? the sort of thing that you wish you could say you also knew of beforehand, but definitely hadn't. in any case, it brought levity and, for that, she was thankful. he'd always possessed the ability to do that, after all.

both hands rose to rest atop his, parker nodding in agreement. "no, don't care at all! in fact, i think you should say more stupid things." at that moment, the stranger that she'd ask for a drink from made it back into her periphery, parker doing her best to both stay attached to ollie and reach out to take it. "thanks, you're the best, see you inside!"

without pause, she turned back and went for a big sip. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... then, "okay, not stupid, but it's been a little bit and i need to check in on how you're doing. with, you know, the whole monty thing. so, how're you doing?"

#thread 266 . #ft parker .

[ollieinoue]

Ollie followed closely behind Monty, eyes glued to the ground and arms crossed around himself. He wished they could have stayed in his room. That they could have fallen asleep together, and he could have teased him about his hangover the next morning, and being the sober one for once. He would have made him coffee and gotten him something to eat for breakfast, and -- they were stopped in front of Monty's door before his mind could run away from him too far. That's what you got for being neighbors, for better or worse.

He gave a quiet laugh when Monty suggested he come inside, smiling at him in a way that said they both knew that wasn't going to happen. "I'll have to have faith that your self preservation instinct will not let you accidentally get into Anya's bed despite how drunk you are," he said, already imagining Anya kicking him all the way to the floor. Though the good humor was wiped from his face when he realized what Monty had been fiddling with, his wide eyes down on the key that was being handed over to him, and feeling that familiar and persistent ache in his chest that had been lingering since late this summer. "Uhm..." Ollie stammered a moment before he shook his head. He handed the posters over in Monty's free hand, his other hand curling his fingers back around the key. "Keep it. It's for emergencies. I'm bound to lock myself out of my dorm at least once a month, and then what?" He could give it to literally any other person on the floor, as if he didn't have any other friends. Fuck, he could give it to Anya. But he couldn't bring himself to take the key back. It felt too much like they were slowly losing every single connection they had, working together, their car, this… He couldn't do it. "Anyway, uh… You should come back. Once you can say the word appreciate and we'll talk," he teased, then stood there for a moment. Uncertain what to do, before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Monty's shoulders again, eyebrows furrowing into a pained look behind his back. "Happy birthday, bro." I love you.

Going forward didn't necessarily mean moving on, but admittedly, a part of him interpreted it that way. It was knee-jerk and negative, setting off a flare of anxiety that he couldn't articulate in the moment, teeth catching and worrying at his lower lip as he briefly glanced away from Ollie. The sentiment of being too late was only growing, ballooning and monopolizing his thoughts, making it near impossible to imagine the future in any capacity. Anything he thought to say, mouth opening just slightly before immediately closing again, didn't feel right. There was no frame of reference for the future, nothing he could promise concretely. It was like racing to stack a Matryoshka doll while blindfolded; it would work out for a while… until you realized it was all out of order by the number of pieces left behind.

"I should go," Monty echoed back, resigned in his agreement. He rolled his shoulders, as if gearing himself up to do just that, reminding his body how to move through physical space rather than wanting to melt into the floor. He turned and took a step to grab his backpack, strap slung over his shoulder when he straightened up again, but he didn't grab onto Ollie's offered hand. He ignored it, instead carding his fingers through his hair as he wandered out through the open doorway, knowing that he would still follow.

It was, predictably, a very short journey that led them to his door. Nothing more needed to be said, not really -- at least not now. And yet, he couldn't help himself, wrestling his carabiner of keys from his belt loop and shoving his own dorm key into the lock before successfully turning the knob. "Maybe you should come inside," Monty suggested, wedging a foot in the door to stop it from closing. A knot of conflicting impulses had tied itself up in his chest and was now inching higher in his throat, tangled and ugly and making him almost want to laugh, smiling despite it all as he twisted around and slumped backwards, lucky to catch on the frame so he didn't go stumbling back into nothing when the door gave way. "I'm liable to just fall right into Anya's bed by mistake. 'Cause I am so drunk, y'know." His eyes rolled heavenward, swirling a hand beside his temple before miming the action of blowing his brains out, as if that proved how gone he was. When his gaze managed to refocus on Ollie, though, there was something softer there, already anticipating the rejection. Fingers continued to fiddle with the carabiner, sliding off a solo ring that'd already been singled out and held just one key -- the key to Ollie's dorm. "You should take this back." Or else this will happen again. Monty offered it on his open palm, other hand reaching out as well, expecting to trade for the posters.

#thread 265 . #ft monty .

[ollieinoue]

Ollie smiled, and leaned back against the wall behind him with a shrug. "You know, maybe they just want people to talk to them," he suggested. An overly kind interpretation that he definitely did not believe. "I don't know about anyone else, but I've definitely never texted them unless they asked me to." He liked the idea that they were just some person on the fringes who was never included so they were mad and jealous of everyone. That was why they were doing this. He liked that theory because it meant it wasn't one of his friends. So, if that was the case maybe they were just lonely. But then again they had never responded before, and Ollie really doubted they would now. "Or maybe they're just a bot," he added, head perking up a bit with a grin, "you know? The whole there is nobody on the internet theory. Or like a spy. That shit is actually legit. People have evidence of actual spies trolling the internet just to get people angry and pissed off. Maybe that's why the FBI backed off, because they got orders from the CIA or something." Obviously those two theories sort of conflicted with each other but that didn't mean it couldn't be one. He reached out placing his hands on either of Parker's shoulders looking at her seriously. "Parker, I'm very stoned right now, if I say anything stupid--" he snorted, and broke into laughter shaking his head. "No, I don't really care if I say anything stupid…"

maybe it shouldn't have been, but ollie's mood was infectious. soon enough, her evident gloom—more outward these days than before—was being mixed with a generous dose of humor. humor and the familiar pang of bitterness; a bitterness towards g. at first, she'd only been responding minimally; a grin at their text similarities, a nod at the cara explanation. but once she saw what ollie was texting, a toothy smile bloomed across her face. she was laughing.

because, in all seriousness, what the fuck, g? it was so awful that you had to find their continual lack of fucking to-the-point details hilarious.

"wait, wait." parker smirked, again raising her phone. she opened it to her own exchange with the anon and tapped away.

[TXT TO G]: are you fr [TXT TO G]: scavenger hunts usually have clues [TXT TO G]: or did u forget?

the blonde swiftly tucked her phone away, all to aware of g's surrounding texts—you didn’t think really i’d spill a secret without telling yours too, who to watch out for. still, she continued to chuckle. at least, for now. "well, we're going to be here for a minute."

a party-goer passed by and parker reached out to briefly place a delicate hand on their shoulder. "hey," she cooed, as if she knew them. she didn't. "if you're heading back inside, could you grab me a drink? i'll be back in in a bit." she flashed a sweet smile and, either out of confusion or belief, the other nodded before telling her to wait just a sec. when they were out of earshot, parker turned back to face ollie. "i think your texts were funnier than mine," she pouted, lacking any seriousness, "but i hope g enjoys the attention."

#thread 266 . #ft parker . #drug mention tw

[ollieinoue]

"Pretty much," Ollie said, as he shifted his legs beneath himself to sit criss cross applesauce style on the ground while looking up at Jesse. He searched through his pockets, pulling a joint out from his jeans and lighting it up. They might as well smoke while talking about this, right? "Yeah, I know," he agreed quietly taking a hit, and holding the joint over in Jesse's direction. That was the thing. People could argue that the Dean wouldn't want the bad press but he vehemently disagreed -- it clearly wasn't effecting anything. It was the juvenile-ness of the situation that made him think it might not be the Dean at all. Would they really sit around and take this much time to just harass college students? it didn't seem likely.

"Theories about this unfortunate situation, about G, or about the Dean and your dad?" He asked, a dry look saying he probably had something for all of them. But he'd start with G. "Well, they're clearly not working alone. I absolutely think they're paying people to do things for them." So, someone who had the means to be able to do that, but paying wasn't the only way to get someone to do something for you. "Did you know that last year I looked into tracing the IP address of where these texts were coming from and it came back with Milo's phone? Guess who isn't G? Milo. He apparently didn't do something they asked. So to, I don't know, prove their dominance or something they made me think he was G -- well, sort of. It's complicated." Right now was not the time to go into the nuances of his relationship with Milo. "And the only reason it didn't spread around too much was because they said in that fucking gossip blog that they had done that before it really got anywhere. That's not something any rando would be able to do, I checked this shit so many times, so many different ways that they have to be extremely skilled at hacking, or -- more likely -- have hired someone who was. Not to toot my own horn but I'm really fucking good." Or maybe he was just being an arrogant asshole. "And that's not the only time I've had the feeling they were hiring people to do their dirty work either. You remember those fucking Valentines? I sent one to Link, and you know what they did? They sent one to Monty saying what I said to Link. So, unless there is some hacking prodigy in the Tri Delt sorority that I've never met they're hiring people to do things for them, or blackmailing them to do things for them." He had a vision of G threatening just any random student off campus to do things for them, whether they had been involved with all of this or not. Nobody was safe. "If G somehow knew that I had given those papers to you they could have gotten anybody to break into your car to get them. They already said Sam was in jail because that's what they wanted."

Jesse was quiet, absorbing Ollie's theories and letting them marinate for a moment. He was struck suddenly at how very little he'd been doing to try and parse together who might be behind G. He'd always just sort of assumed there would be no way to find out and he was destined to simply be their little dancing monkey for as long as they decided to keep him on a leash. But the dean. Was it farfetched? Absolutely.

But...

The dean had access to all sorts of information. He had friends with deep pockets and wide influence. He just couldn't imagine the dean taking up the role of G and terrorizing students with anonymous text messages and blackmail. That seemed too juvenile, didn't it? His eyes glazed over as he ran red lines in his mind between everything he knew about the dean, about his father, about G, and he tried to draw some sort of conclusion.

The only thing he could really land on, though, was, "And you think that, by association, so might my dad." His mind was racing, replaying every word, every weaponized smile, every shitty thing Donovan Hart had ever done. He nodded to himself, even as nothing seemed to totally add up. Every thread just seemed to take him down a dead end. "I'm not saying you're wrong. But two powerful men with endless resources wasting their time toying with college kids just doesn't make sense. I mean, I guess a lot of stuff from the last year wouldn't have made sense until it started happening, either, so that doesn't really even mean anything, but. I don't know, man." He blew out a breath and repeated, quieter this time, "I don't know." He glanced back up at Ollie, considered whether or not he wanted to let go of some of his own more closely guarded secrets. He couldn't, though. Wouldn't. "You have any other working theories?"

#thread 259 . #ft jesse . #drug use tw

[ollieinoue]

Honestly, that was fair. Maybe he was getting caught up too much in his own conspiracy, because he was fairly certain Sam and Jesse's Dad had never even seen each other before much less would he know who she was. Even more was figuring out what the papers in that folder meant beyond a class schedule, and some numbers. It wasn't like Ollie had written down anything obvious like 'Sam Jiménez is doing Milo Navarro's work for him'. Someone would need to know he had given those to Jesse as well to even have any type of clue what they were. Ollie sat down fully on the pavement resting his elbow against the side of Jesse's car and shaking his head. "You're probably right," he said with a deep breath.

Ollie opened his mouth to speak, then pressed his knuckles to his eyes falling silent before words came out. Then he started again waving his hand. "I know it sounds crazy but it's just that sometimes I kinda think … the Dean might be G," he said, squinting a little, dryly amused smile crossing his face. Suggesting that he was completely serious, as crazy as it might sound. He figured he should explain to Jesse where the link had come from, clearly the Dean and Jesse's Dad were in cahoots in some way if that interview last year said anything to Ollie. "Honestly, I'm starting to believe it less and less…" He admitted. "But… I don't know. There is just something going on with them."

Everything in Jesse froze at Ollie's question, his father's sudden appearance into this conversation shocking him into momentary stasis. Years of living behind the shield of a perfect life with a perfect, doting father had an immediate no, of course not! on the tip of his tongue. But that façade had long since shattered, and Jesse had less than zero reasons to defend his piece of shit sperm donor.

Although... he had to wonder exactly why Ollie had jumped right to his dad. It wasn't like he'd been going around talking about what happened on that first day of summer, but Ollie had always been perceptive and smart as hell, so maybe he was already leaps and bounds ahead of Jesse, who was still just trying to recall the morning he'd left the papers in his car. "My dad fucked my girlfriend," Jesse replied with an easy sort of laugh that he definitely didn't feel about that particular situation. "I wouldn't put anything past him. I just don't know why he'd care. He gets hard for public humiliation, not a bunch of random papers that wouldn't mean anything to him."

#thread 259 . #ft jesse .