𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 | outerbanks²

𝟢𝟢𝟥，INTERNATIONAL NUMBER

CRUEL SUMMER.
003 | international number

THE WALK TO CLASS WAS QUIET

Renee didn't really know what to say to Fletcher. What do you say to your ex boyfriend who you haven't seen since you're breakup.

So she kept walking, eyes steadied. Trying to ignore the looks she was getting as Fletcher met her pace.

" so.." Fletcher turned slightly eyes looking to Renee as she awkwardly turned too and smiled " so you and Maybank huh, when was that a a thing?"

Renee exhaled " since the summer, but we'd been friends for a while before." Fletcher nodded, " god the Renee I knew wouldn't be caught dead being friends with a pogue."

" yeah well." The blonde hummed " the Renee you knew doesn't exist anymore."

And the silence ensued for a moment or two, until Fletcher sighed again " why is it weird between us, I haven't seen you in years Ren."

The blonde scoffed as she turned into another corridor " that's probably because you broke up with me to date aspiring broadway actors in New York."

Fletcher clicked his tongue, slightly annoyed "hey, that's not true, come on Ren you painting me out as some sort of villain here."

Renee nodded, " we were what? Fifteen." he added " as much as I wanted to stay together, I was too young to be in a long distance relationship."

Renee looked at him, throwing glances between him and the road " but if you spent the last couple years thinking I did that, I'm sorry." he apologised.

Renee let her lips curve into a small smile. Not saying anything more as they walk towards the classroom— the door creaked open, students nudging each other to look at the blonde who stood in the doorway

She didn't want to go in. She would put it off as long as she could. That's why she turned around, beginning to walk back down the hallway. Entering a small courtyard area that bridged two parts of the school.

Feeling Fletchers gentle grip on her arm, turning her around, Eyes slightly widened as she started at the old stone building which was in her own embodiment of hell.

" hey," the sound of Fletcher's voice made the blonde turn to face him, " what's up?"

Renee shook her head " nothing, you head in." she told him " I just need a little longer."

Fletcher shook his head " I'll wait for you." he hummed, " I haven't spoken to these people for probably as long as you have."

Renee snorted " but the difference is your best friend isn't accused of killing people," she tells him "and you aren't the person they see as his accomplice." she huffed, as Fletcher nodded.

" these people don't know you the way I do." he said " and don't you standing here is just going to feed them more suspicions?"

Renee hummed, " I don't have anything to prove to them, I know the truth." she declared " even if they don't."

After a second or two, Fletchers hand was out for her — Renee's gaze looking up from his open palm to his eyes that smiled at her.