Mixtapes & Polaroids | Sam x Deena

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"It's the witch hunt, Deena." Simon says like it justifies the past twenty minutes of his blabbering, he's peeked over the passenger seat trying to make a case to Deena who was hell bent on tuning him out.

"I don't care what it is, i'm not going." Deena groans, glaring at the pestering boy who was looking at her like a kicked puppy.

"You went last year." Kate chimes in, which totally wasn't helping Deena's case. In all honesty, she had no intention of helping Deena because she wanted to go.

You see every year, in some sort of last ditch effort to make the town anything other than a hot spot for karma and shitty lives, Shadyside hosts some sort of witch hunt. It's usually on the football field of the high school, and if Deena was going to put it bluntly it's just a huge bonfire where people toss in a bunch of shit that is supposedly an offering to the witch but really people just attend to burn things and get wasted.

It's become somewhat of a tradition, one that Deena finds absolutely pathetic. They say it's to wade the town curse, that the more people participate then the curse would vanish and Shadyside would magically get better. It never does, and really it's just some over glorified event Shadysiders use to try and feel better about themselves and Deena wanted no part of it.

"Because you made me! You said it would be fun." Deena argues, a pout on her lips as Kate sends her a look through the rear view.

"We had fun!" Kate defends, but Deena only scoffs at her words.

"In the span of one night I was set on fire, I twisted an ankle and Paul Hayes called me, and I quote, a raging bull dyke." Deena recalls the catastrophic events of the year before, and just thinking about it makes her want to crawl into her own skin.

"Okay first off Paul Hayes is just bitter you turned him down. He's got a shrimp dick, you can't take anything he says seriously." Simon reasons, his fingers positioned so close together to further prove his point that Paul Hayes, in fact did have a shrimp dick.

"And I told you not to stand so close to the fire." Kate adds, and Simon's nodding along like a bobble head that Deena wants to sucker punch.

"The twisted ankle thing is really your fault though. How do you injure yourself walking home? You can't blame that on the witch hunt." Simon slam dunks his closing argument, looking so proud of himself as Kate pulls into the school parking lot.

"Come on, Deena. I know you think it's dumb but we only have a few years left then i'll be off to become a star, you'll be like a super famous drummer or something and Simon... Well my point is we should take every opportunity this lame town gives to have fun." Kate pulls on the handbrake, twisting to look at Deena who already had a hand on her backpack and an irritated look on her face.

"Your idea of fun is burning shit in a field? Really?" Deena hums, swinging the door open and stepping out, closely followed by two of her relentless friends.

"Well no but look around! We don't have many options, do we?" Kate motions around them, tossing Simon the keys on the other side of the vehicle.

"Plus, you owe me. You're poaching my girl, she missed a very crucial day because of you." Kate clicks her tongue, slinging her bag over her shoulder as they made their way through the lot and towards the front door of the building.

"That was her idea." Deena huffs, rolling her eyes.

"But you were an accomplice, my lady." Simon cuts in, squeezing in between them obnoxiously as they flood into the already crowded hall.

"Shut up. I'm not going." Deena sharply concludes, ending the argument before it could unfold as Kate only groans.

"You're going. End of discussion." Kate fires back right as they get to Deena's locker, waving goodbye and tugging Simon along with her to leave a begrudged Deena behind.