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【 encino hills, 2018 】 ━━ tw mentions of suicide
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━━ Stevie was relieved that Johnny had called it a day earlier than usual. He was getting on her nerves a little more so than usual. She didn't care about that Eli kid, but even she could acknowledge that Johnny was being especially dickish. The class had cleared out quickly, and Stevie would not be surprised in the slightest if they were back to where they started.
Only Miguel and Aisha.
Stevie, personally, found it to be far too tiresome of a debate with herself. She had only joined because she was getting so angry and short-tempered. But witnessing Johnny's "teaching" was beginning to make her feel even worse.
Stevie didn't like this feeling. She felt less like Svetlana, who was poised and put together. Svetlana was smart and she was patient and she didn't lash out. Her anger was focused in on the fights: the sparring, the training, the missions.
If someone had to meet her violent touch, Svetlana saved it for the moments when it counted the most. She took the hits early on, and she dished it out better than anyone.
But Stevie didn't feel like Svetlana.
No, Stevie felt like Irina.
Irina, who was messy and fiery. Irina, who was only alive for two reasons.
One was that she got the job done: Stevie would give her that. Regardless of whether she got half of the team killed in the process, she completed the mission. She knew it quietly got on the nerves of Madame V, but General Dreykov nevet put much stock into the lives of the girls. If they had to die for the mission, he was not about to lose sleep over it.
The other reason was her.
Her as Svetlana specifically. ( This new California version living as Stevie would never put herself in that position again. Not for Irina. Not for anyone. )
From the beginning, they had proven themselves to be the girls with the most promise. The girls with the best chance to survive the rounds, and rise up the ranks in the Red Room. It was only natural that they looked to each other. That they began to find comfort in each other.
