" women have been damned
to be one of two things; she's either
the damsel in distress
or the wicked witch.
take a guess which one I've become. "
{Quinn Fabray x Fem!OC}
{season 2 - TBD}
{slow burn/enemies to lovers}
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A soundtrack of pondered thoughts and anxiety-inducing questions echoed through the depths of her brain and jolted to the pit of her soul as she walked down the school's hallway.
Senior year⸺the year of embracing all the mistakes and flaws of the past and letting go for hopes of the brightened and better promise of the future. It was the last year to walk the school's halls and reminisce on the memories, good and bad, that were long gone and replaced with a new conversation. This year was about admiring growth and dedication.
Faye could feel it, she could feel her fellow seniors bouncing with joy and anticipation. She wanted to relate to them, to mirror their excitement for the next step in life, but all she felt was weight.
The chains of an anchor had launched themselves in between her shoulder blades and she was stuck; right where she was. She didn't feel what the other seniors felt⸺she was confused and could only question everything about the future, and where she would end up.
These soul-crushing thoughts had all stemmed from one simple thing⸺a letter. The thick white envelope was passed around shakily from one hand to the other as the redhead approached her locker.
A solid frown coated Faye's features as she opened the door to her locker, the girl sighed as she added the envelope to the three others that were stacked in front of her textbooks. Her green eyes lingered on them until a rushed voice yelled out to her, "Faye Hastings-!"
The Hastings girl peeked around the door of her locker to see Jacob Ben Israel strutting toward her with a microphone and cameraman. The girl rolled her eyes as the boy thrust his microphone a little too close to her mouth, "Everyone wants to know; what are your plans after high school?"
Faye blinked harshly before her eyes slid back to the letters in her locker. Before she could answer, the boy let out a yelp as he and his cameraman were shoved out of the way, "Go away, I need to talks to my girl."
The curly-headed boy didn't argue, he instead muttered unheard words and strutted away to find someone else to interview. Faye smiled and playfully rolled her eyes as she shut her locker and turned toward Santana, "You could've said please, you know?"
The Lopez girl scoffed as she filled her nails, "Oh, please. I guarantee that freak loves when I'm mean to him. It probably turns him on."
"Gross," The Hastings girl laughed as she and the Latina girl began walking together toward the choir room together.
Santana laughed along with the redhead until she looked over toward the girl, "So, how was your long summer with Berry? Did you kill her?"
"Surprising, no," Faye shook her head, "However, I did get in trouble with Finn about calling her names and calling her out on her horrible personality. I promised him I'd try to be nicer to Rachel."
