 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Did the Bellaire boys ever stop being pains in everyones backsides? Rooney fought off an eye roll and ignored everything that Blaise was going on about, because he was very close to saying something and probably making the big baby storm out of class again. Like a BIG BABY. A BIG OLD BABY BELLAIRE. And that big old baby was taking his attention away from the big old babe Angelo Toussaint at the front of the class. "Please be quiet.." He muttered, before homing his attention down onto the clay on his table and continuing to work on the wing detail.
He scowled slightly at the dismissal of his answer and was glad that it wasn't Angelo the Angel that was making him feel crummy.
So crummy in fact that Rooney tuned out and didn't care to give his Head of House the time of day. (He also couldn't actually give him the time of day, because his watch had gone missing this week) "Yeah, what Liv said. She's right." And no one else was. Livvy Livvy Liv. Because he felt too awful to look at Angelo Toussaint, the angel.
He was such a dumbie.
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