a/n: this is a ride, lol. split into two parts. (I told someone I'd have this out hours ago lmao, sorry)
content warning: swearing. mentions of sex and abortion (please don't start any discourse in my comments, they'll respectfully be deleted.)
PART 1
THURSDAY - DAY BEFORE THE DANCE (DAY AFTER JOHN'S BIRTHDAY)
Peggy ♡
A paper ball smacks me in the back of the head while I'm sitting in my English class.
The room is near silent because we're taking an exam, so the sound of the paper hitting the floor at my feet sounded obnoxious.
Also, irritating because who the hell is throwing shit at me?
I turn around to check, making eye contact with John in the back of the class. He raises his eyebrows dramatically and motions to the floor. "What?" I mouth.
Our English teacher separated us because she's a bitter old hag.
"Look at it," he mouths back.
I roll my eyes and pick it up, discreetly unraveling it.
In John's, obnoxiously beautiful handwriting is, Quickie?
God, I hate him.
I pull out my phone to text him.
Sunshine 💍: I! Am! Taking! My! Test!
Freckles 🙄😘: You're not done yet???
Sunshine 💍: No. Fuck off.
Freckles 🙄😘: You want the answers?
Sunshine 💍: I know the answers
Freckles 🙄😘: Then what's taking you so long??
I sigh.
Freckles 🙄😘: What's wrong?
I shut my phone off and slide it back into my bag. I turn my attention back to the last couple of questions on my paper.
Another paper ball hits me in the back of the head.
I am going to wring his fucking neck.
"Miss Schuyler. Mr. Laurens. Something you want to share with the class?"
"Why don't you mind your fucking business?" John snaps at her.
God, he's going to get us banned from the dance tomorrow.
"Get out of my class, John."
"Gladly."
"You too, Miss Schuyler."
"What the fuck? I didn't even do anything!"
"Now."
"Ugh. Can I finish my -"
"You should've thought about that before disrupting my classroom?"
"Disrupting your - how the fuck -"
She points to the door.
I grab my things, throw my unfinished test on her desk and stalk out of the room.
John is already waiting outside.
"Mars."
"God, what the hell do you want?" I ask, walking down the hall.
"Why are you walking away from me?" I ignore him. "Mars."
His hand grabs my arm and pulls me back. "Margarita, I'm talking to you." He steers me back against the wall. "Yo, look at me." He grabs ahold of my chin, forcing me to make eye contact.
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