It started with a word, a fight, and something else in between that would bring everyone down with a vengeance that would rock Liberty High and it all started with one girl. All falling one by friend, one by foe, and one by family.
And who was she...
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The testosterone was high in the air. Their laughter high and loud as they jumped onto each other's backs. Monty's body turned toward the jock and slapped his chest, jokingly.
Though Monty stopped mid-sentence and stared at his best friend. Not able to take his eyes off of her.
Her enthralling, desirous, knowing eyes batting innocently and delirious that attracted everything and everyone to her.
While Hannah stood off to the side in envy. An inexplicable irritation forming in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers clenching at her sides. Her cheeks hot and reddening like a thousand suns.
It was new and distasteful as she stared at her newfound friend. The heartwarming care and something...yearning the longer she watched the dark haired goddess. The onyx in the way her hair shimmered, the way she called everyone towards her, and her honey orbs. It was beautiful and almost angelic.
"Intimidating."
And while anyone who looked couldn't believe that the "school slut" suddenly joined the short tempered jock. Though it appeared more like it was two people from the wrong side of the tracks and was brought together. Predetermined.
But Hannah had an odd taste in her mouth. And it couldn't be explained. At least not yet. She wanted his glimmering dark eyes on her. His usual tall, dark, and handsome self with an occasional marred bruised that always seemed to be attached to him whether it was his face or a limb.
All she knew was she desperately wanted to graze her fingers gently over the bruise that covered his cheek in an array of purple tones.
She heard the countless rumors. That it was his father who made them and did other things to him at home. Things that a father shouldn't do to his son. Only son. And not the countless fights at school.
A part of her yearned to soothe his anger. To make him better, to soothe and placate his unbridled rage.
Yet, here they were. The golden trio.
Every pairs of eyes on them. Very picturesque. Of a happy tight knit group. With Hannah watching from the sidelines, her legs dangling off the table. Head in her hands.
And Cara's cherry red lips curled into a heavenly smile and eyes lit with a burning passion that encompassed the secrets she harbored into her bones. Never to see the light of day.
She exuded confidence and control in her short movements. Not a single hair out of control. Her eyes akin to those of the starry heavens and mended together in the stitch of flesh and bones.
However, once in a while she liked the loss of confidence. The frenzy of chaos to touch her skin, imbed in her thoughts and actions. It was a delirious ache and it couldn't be more helped then feeling Monty's skin against hers.
It gave her the surge of confidence. The height amongst her peers. The unsatisable desire of her sheer will to soothe her...especially after.
Her eyes snapped upwards and saw Hannah's gentle smile on her face. The taut tension underlaid in her arms, and the buzzing feeling of fleeting sadness and forgiveness.
It drew Cara in like a moth to the flame.
Head tilted to the side. Gazing adoringly at the brunette, an appreciative smile.
And Hannah couldn't help but smile back. The mere attention made her lean a bit forward. Eyes shining at the affection and eager for more. Willing to make herself do anything to see it again. To have it directed at her.
The slightest twitch detected on the corner of her mouth. in particular was the Latin short-tempered jock and the reigning "Sweetheart."
It inspired delicious salacious rumors that Hannah couldn't help but believe. By their instant closeness they seemed to share. And neither dared or cared to put an end to the damning rumors.
"People will believe what they believe." Hannah couldn't help but agree with that statement because she wasn't if not an understanding friend.
Her white teeth splitting into a smile. And giggled and clapped loudly as Cara spun on her heels, breathless.
Her arms laid above her head, intertwined.
Monty soon sauntered over, his eyes falling to the brunette then Cara. His arm falling around Hannah's shoulders and pressed his lips to her forehead.
"How are my girls?!" He asked teasingly. And waved off the eager boys and sat beside her.
Her sweet lullaby cutting into the thickening silence and looked upwards at the glistening girl.
"So, Hannahbanana. We're going to a party in the outskirts. And this time you have to come?." It seemed more like a statement then a question. And she felt like she couldn't say no to those rounded child-like eyes.
"Fine...yes. I'll come."
"Yayy!!! We're gonna have so much fun." Cara's arms wrapping around Hannah and brought her into a tight hug.
She wanted her there. And she liked it.
Both girls laughing and smiling. Fingers intertwined.
"Awww. Have I told you, you guys are awesome?!" Monty cut in and brought his chin down to Cara's shoulders and looked sheepishly at the brunette.
—Author's Note—
Hello readers! Sorry if it's shorter than the rest, but hey...here's goes another chapter.
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