𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
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╔ ——————————————— ╗ CHAPTER ONE "the unexplainable irritability of jules monroe" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ (ace dengenerate)
JULES MONROE WAS pretty much done with all of this shit.
She was tired, for one. Every step felt like her legs being pulled through a meat grinder, and the wind was blowing in just the right direction so that her hair flew in her face and got in her mouth. The air smelled like smoke, and it was dark enough that she felt the need to look over her shoulder every second to make sure she wasn't being followed.
So not only was she incredibly pissed off, she was also paranoid. Oh, and cold, she forgot her hoodie on her bed. So tally up the pissed off, paranoid, tired, and cold, and you get a girl you would really not want to meet in a dark alley.
And coincidentally, she was currently walking through a dark alley, on her way to get her mother some cough drops at the nearest mini mart... well, technically it is more of a glorified gas station that doesn't sell gas.
So, rightfully, Jules was done with all of this shit. This shit being life in general.
A gust of wind made the girl shiver, pulling her jacket tighter around her shoulders and wondering the exact science of why it got so fucking cold at night in West Valley. She was sure she could ask her best friend the reasoning, but Demetri would probably respond with a statement so damn nerdy it would make Jules want to jump off a bridge.
She finally exhaled as soon as he pushed open the door to the convenience store, the familiar smell of greasy food and cigarette smoke consoling her in the slighest as she shook her arms to try and regain some warmth in her limbs. She lifted a hand in greeting to the cashier, bee-lining for the medical supplies at the back of the store.
"Hola Jules!"
She turned to raise her hand in greeting at the man behind the counter, a smile tugging at her lips. "Hola, Ricardo, how's buisness?"
"Same old, same old." The man grinned as Jules walked over to the counter, leaning her elbows against the tough surface and fiddling with the wrapper on a pack of gum. "How's tu madre?"
She shrugged nonchulantly, "sick. Are the cough drops in the back?"
There was a soft ringing as the door was pushed open, and Jules turned to glance over her shoulder, only to turn back to Ricardo when she saw it was just some blond man who looked like he was coming in for a six pack of beer. Ricardo gave a not so subtle eye-roll, leaning in slightly to whisper to the girl. "Ugh, white men."
