𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ⦊ 𝒇𝒔⁹⁴

𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒗𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆

"i said it ain't a tragedy, when it happens every week." the sunnyvaler, the one that was with sam, spat as the two begun to glare down each other, the divide growing larger and larger as they faces one another. the reds and the blues completely separated. devil's vs witches.

"infact, it's a joke." he laughed. both sides started to square up to other, jocks lining up like they were about to fight. band kids threatening each other with their instruments. simon rushing to get through them all. noticing the sunnyvaler getting closer to anastasia, the uncomfortable look painted on her face.

"should have fucking burnt that place to the ground years ago."

"would have gone up in flames, judging by the smell."

"killing off the trash. that's how my dad saw it" 

"yeah well we don't need daddy's money. and i'd rather go up in flames then be a pretentious douchbag like the rest of you." anya spat stepping forward slightly. brows furrowed, kate reaching for the girls hangm seeing the shafowdy gand on her other side.

"didn't your daddy not make it to shadyside? knew what was coming for him, easy way out." peter laughed. nicholson stepping forward. towering over the sunnyvaler.

"say it again motherfucker. " nicholson spat as he pushed away the sunnyvaler boy going against him. that's when anastasia felt the hand brush against her thigh. the hand now grasping her ass. simon shouting as he dove forwards through the crowd. the look of pure fear on anya's face. turning to look at the boy who was smirking evily at her.

"hands off wanker." she shouted, throwing her candle at his feet. the man not even moving as the hot wax spilt over his shoes. drawing her fist back, punching his jaw causing him to yelp. then it kicked off. the player stumbling into the others. sunnyvalers vs shadysiders. simon tackling the boy that had touched anastasia to the ground. both screaming in anger. slamming him into the ground using the witches broom at his neck as kate grabbed anya in shock, pulling her away from the fight. knowing anastasia's love for fighting. people screaming around them as it kicked off. paterson didn't even getva single hit in as simon beat him. pc. goode rushing from the stage the second he had realised they were fighting. pc. goode dragging simon of paterson. simon kicking and screaming as he did so.

"touch her again, and i'll kill you. i'll fucking murder you." he shouted, before turning his attention to the boy beside him. pc. goode doing nothing but rolling his eyes, pretending he hadn't heard the threat. simon wacked him, him being peter, across the head with the broom. expecting the broom to have been a little stronger then it actually was. meaning when he attacked paterson, it had been his own power.

"you little green prick." he shouted as simon only smiled, flipping him off before sprinting in the opposite direction. peter going to follow him when someone tapped on his shoulder. turning to meet anastasia's fist. one of the cheerleaders screeching as she did so. rushing forward to grab anya's hair dragging her towards the ground as peter chased after simon. now with a bloodied nose.

"get off me you stupid whore." anya screamed as she felt the cheerleader rag at her. no doubt pulling out strands of her hair. seeing the strands of brown hair landing on the ground. anya jabbing her elbow into the cheerleaders side. watching as she screamed and double over. allowing anya to flip them.

"yeah you get her anya!" kate cheered when one of the footballers arms swing back, knocking her out.

"who the fuck do you think you are!" the cheerleader under anya screamed the second slammed her head into the ground. watching the red paint her teeth. the cheerleader taking anya's paused moment to wriggle her wrist from under her grip. going to hit her when anya moved her head, feeling the cheerleaders ring scratch her face.

"i'm anastasia fucking wood." she shouted before swinging her fist into the cheerleaders jaw. knocking her straight out too. anya looking up just in time to see the foot come flying towards her face. knocking her backwards. spitting blood onto the grass as she fell. watching in horror as the green painted red, simon who had finally got rid of the jock hurdled to a stop. eyes falling on the bloodied girl. a cut on her brow causing blood to trickle down the side of her face, she must have got the skin caught on the cheerleaders ring. blood spilling over her lips, most definitely a minor bust lip.

"princess!" he shouted, practically diving over the fighting jocks to get to her. watching as the same guy from earlier broke through, standing above her. looking down at her as she were merely dirt.

"shadyside scum." the guy above her spat, simon watching in disgust as the man's spit rested on her cheek. looking almost like tear drops. finding kate laid beside her, groaning.

"kate? are you okay?" he asked scooping anastasia into his lap, holding her close. kate turning to find the bloodied anya in his arms.

"oh my god, is she okay?" kate asked in horror, shuffling towards them. grabbing anya's hand, practically screaming for joy as she felt the girl twitch. a sad look etched on her face as she watched simon rid his witch costume, and then the red jumper underneath.

"kate help me." he asked, kate rushing to help him get the jacket on her. watching as he softly whiped away the spit on her cheek with his sleeve of the witch costume. then the blood. he really did care about anya, slightly more then he dared about deena and kate.

"shadysiders back on the buses. immediately." coach flint shouted, he was coach of the football team. the order causing all the shadysidees to stop fighting immediately, knowing they were in deep trouble.

"anya. come on princess." simon muttered tapping her cheek, smiling as she groaned. tossing and turning in his arms as if she were merely asleep. opening her eyes to find the worried faces of kate, simon and coach carter above her.

"can you walk?" carter asked as they helped her from the ground. the two cheerleaders anastasia had knocked out beside her. groaning at carter's words, covering her eyes from the bright lights of the field. and soon she felt kate and simon helping her towards the bus. sunnyvalers laughing and mocking them as the climbed into the bus. deena running over as they begun to climb in.

"holy fuck. is anya alright?" deema asked, rushing to help them get her in the bus. the three pairs of arms catching her as her legs gave way under her.

"i've been better." anastasia mumbled asking the three to laugh as they rushed over to the empty seats in the back. laying anya down in the second last one. simon rushing to catch her as she begun to fall. the boys infront of her, turning to look at them.

"what the fuck happened to you wood?" he asked smiling as he held the ice bag up to his lip, the blood pouring from there.

"i look unbelievably hot right now, i know." she mumbled, causing not only nicholson to laugh but simon too.

"well there's no brain damage at least." simon spoke as she watched her fall against the window. nicholson's gaze falling to their hands, which had been intertwined the whole time. cute. he thought. really everyone else but them knew.

"same old anya." kate laughed patting the girls shower before siting opposite them. deena dropping into seat behind them. laying down, head dangling over the side as she sighed.

"fuck you all." laughter ringing through the bus.