Who Knew

⭒ chapter one: moon light ⭒

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The moon is truly a mystical thing' it's mystery, it's light, it's beauty, it's depth. Nothing could ever match the moon. Not the stars, not the sun, not the sky. Okay maybe the stars but only because they hold everyone that has ever been loved and lost. But oh, the moon. She is beautiful, she hold hope and romance and mystique and drama, which we all know I absolutely adore.

I was never quite a match for the moon. Not in beauty, not in mystery, not in light, not in romance, not in depth, and certainly not in hope. Maybe I came close in drama but I was never quite a complete match for the moon. Although, when I think about it, I doubt anybody ever was or ever could be, for that matter. 

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"Holy mother of god that was fucking awful." Olive complained as she sank onto the couch in her beautiful living room. 

"Oh please it wasn't that bad." Brandon, teased as he flopped down beside Olive.

"Shut the hell up B you how could you possibly know how bad it was when you were sitting on the shoreline sipping an iced tea while we busted our asses to make up for your dumb fuckery." Olive yelled. She's been snappy with Brandon ever since he broke his foot three weeks ago while backflipping off the roof of his house and missing the pool by a good twelve feet. His "dumb fuckery" as Olive so wonderfully put it, cost us multiple regattas seeing as he's the only oars-person that's good enough to take the stroke seat on our crew team.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you I'M SORRY " Brandon snapped back, clearly having enough of Olive's reprimanding. 

"Until you mean it, B" Olive said solemnly, putting her hand over her face and sighing loudly. 

Just then, Olive's mother, Nulina Verona, walked down the stairs. "Hi kids, how was the game?" She said, hope daring to seep into her well-intentioned inquiry.

"I don't know mom, why don't you ask B since he seems to be a damn expert." Olive mutters sarcastically.

"Watch your language Olive." She says sternly. "Now enough with the attitude, B, Sara, tell me what happened." B looks at me like he forgot I was there. Typical, I thought, that's what happens when you end up in the same boat as your best friends older brother. Brandon's little sister, Avery, and I have been inseparable since 8th grade. We bonded over our love for shit-talking and stupid boys, and our hatred for civics and Jason Verona. 

Jason Verona is a grade A asshole. He's the type of guy that everyone adores but nobody really knows. Except me. I know him, I know him more than I'd ever wanted to, more than anyone's ever wanted to. Trust me when I say, a hell of a lot of people want to know him. Jason and I have been at each other's throats since 6th grade. It's  been over three years now and it's only gotten worse. The only thing that's changed is that, now, we are sophomores and we have much, much more to fight about. 

"Sara?" Mrs. V says, startling me. You might be wondering why Olive and her mother have the same last name as Jason. Well it's because the prick is Olive's little brother. Olive is two years older than me, and a junior right now. Jason, as you know is a sophomore right along with me. Based on what a piece of shit Jason is you'd expect Olive and Mrs. V to be just as awful but it's quite the opposite. Olive and Mrs. V, along with Henry Verona, Olive and Jason's father, are the sweetest people you'll ever meet. Jason on the other hand... yeah I hate him more than Lorenzo Bianchi.

"Mom, back off, she's deaf didn't you know? She won't hear you unless you say something she doesn't like, and when you do, she won't shut the hell up." An all too familiar voice said. You know what they say, speak of the devil and he will appear. He fucking appeared. 

"Watch. Your. Language. So help me God, Jason Ani Verona, if you ever speak about my darling girl like that again you will lose a limb." Mrs. V said, deceptively calm. I rolled my eyes before I got up and walked over to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of lemonade from the pitcher that Mrs. V always had waiting for us.

"It's fine Mrs. V he's just upset that your love him for doesn't even come close to the love you have for me. After all, I am practically your daughter, am I not?" I said coyly, sipping on my glass of lemonade as I watched Jason carefully, knowing damn well that I've pissed him off.

"Oh darling, of course you're my daughter. If there was anyway I could legally trade in the heathens for you, my angel, I would do it in a heartbeat!" Mrs. V said, wrapping her slender arms around my shoulders. As I hugged her back, I glanced over and saw those piercing whiskey eyes shooting daggers at me. Smirking, I pulled away with one last squeeze and walked back over to the couch, setting my drink down and flopping down next to Olive. 

"Oh I could never ask you to give up both your children for me! Just get rid of J and I'd be happy to take his place." I replied laughing. I swung my legs onto Olive's lap and got comfy, knowing a long messy fight was about to take place.

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ahh that was my first official chapter! i obviously haven't edited yet so don't be surprised if i unpublish this chapter soon and change a bunch of stuff.

drop your questions/suggestions in the comments so i can respond!

and thank y'all so much for your support it means the absolute world, i love you poo heads, hameysha and forever <3