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jess marinao x phoebe madonna delgado
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» [ grew up and found a way to turn back time ]
In which Jess and Phoebe are both new to town; Jess as the newest troublemaker and Phoebe as an apparently changed girl.
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࿐࿔*:･ﾟ「 CROWDED CORRIDORS ! *:･
JESS FOLLOWED PHOEBE TO SCHOOL LIKE A LOST PUPPY. Neither of them muttered a word on the journey and they remained that way as the pair crossed through the red front doors, passing under the tall, ivory pillars. Phoebe had always found them slightly intimidating.
It was the first time in months that Phoebe had been to school. When sobering up she'd been homeschooled by her grandfather who was a retired professor. In the weeks before being deported away, Phoebe had been in no state of mind to even change out of the same baggy sweatpants never mind sit in an over-heated classroom and stare at words scribbled on a board, desperation trying to imprint it into her mind.
Entering the building, Phoebe realised just how much she'd underestimated her return. It seemed as if the school's population had doubled and every side of her was pressed against somebody else. Bags were bashed against her as she was tossed around the ferocious waves of students all pushing past her in an eager attempt to get to their own lessons and lockers. The sea was swarming with disgruntled shouts and paranoid students.
Phoebe was overly aware of Jess's cold eyes firing into the back of her neck. He was right behind her and extremely close compared to what she was used to. She focused on her destination, her scuffed trainers carrying her towards where she knew her friends would be waiting for her.
Her fingers clasped at the straps of her bag and she briefly wondered if she'd packed everything; calculator, check. Pens, check. School books, check. Notepad, check. Pencils, shit that's what she'd forgotten. It was stupid really, just a small set back in her day and she'd probably manage with just a pen anyway, if need be she could borrow one of someone else. She pushed the thoughts aside and spun her head around to confirm that Jess was still behind her. He was.
He was judging everyone. There were jocks and nerds and every cliché he'd ever read about. Jess felt as if he'd stepped into a crappy television series. He'd been there no more than a few days and Jess already hated it, he spent the whole time silently cursing the sky (Jess didn't really believe in God, he just needed something to blame all his problems for) and his mother, he was fine in New York coping without her. This school just wasn't for him, he already knew that the shoe didn't fit.
As he watched Phoebe swerving around everyone he felt a flickering feeling of something unfamiliar pass through him. His gaze settling on the way her caffeine hair brushed the nape of her neck and her gold hoops swung beneath her ears. He noticed the bracelets wrapped around her wrists, fraying and drained of previos colour. Something about her told him that she felt just as out of place as he did, just as alien and just as sad.
