The one where Rue's half sister Sheila, the Roxy Hart of East Highland, comes home from juvie fully intent on destroying Nate Jacobs.
oc x Maddy Perez
[based on Euphoria and the musical Love in Hate Nation by Joe Iconis]
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The deal was the first two weeks of school, my mom had custody of Sheila which meant she really didn't have to go to McKay's with Nate because her father's word meant nothing when she was staying with us. "Get in the back, Roxy." Nate barked, parking in front of McKay's. "We're going to Fezco's. Isn't that where you're meeting your drug addict sister?"
"Don't talk about Rue like that." Sheila was very protective of me. When she heard I was in rehab, we started writing letters to each other about how we missed the outside world.
"Hey, Roxy." Sheila thought McKay was Nate's little bitch. He saw him hurt people and did absolutely fucking nothing, especially when it came to my sister.
"Christopher McKay, still Nate's token black friend. Sellout." Sheila coughed.
"Says the homegirl who went to jail." McKay said.
"That's racist." Nate said.
"We're black, Nate." Sheila rolled her eyes, "It would be racist if your dumbass said it."
"Ayo, is that Roxy waving at us?" fezco asked, smoking a blunt in front of his shop. He would recognize the tattoo on her hand anywhere, especially since he'd done it as a favor to cover up a scar Nate gave her.
"Her name's Sheila." I corrected. I also hated that nickname.
Sure enough, Sheila walked over with Nate following behind with her purse and suitcase. "You're welcome." Nate pushed them into my hands. He wasn't here for Sheila. He was soliciting a keg for McKay's party. Nate obnoxiously slapped the money into Fezco's hand and took Sheila back to his truck, "Yo," he said, "I'd do it for Rue! Nothing in that suitcase better be missing when Roxy gets home."
I had a problem with the way Nate treated Sheila. I had a problem with the way he got her locked up. Truth be told, I overdosed the day I heard she got arrested which was three days after it happened. The hushed whispers of my mom and her dad arguing in the kitchen escalated into a full blown argument about what a bad influence I was on my older sister.
"On second thought, I got it, Rue." Sheila hopped out of the truck again.
"Where are you going?"
"Home. Let's go Rue."
"Your dad-"
"Next time you kiss his ass tell him he can go to hell for not visiting me or being there when i got out." Sheila flipped him off, glancing down at the bag in my hands as he drove away. "Really? We just got out... Fuck it! I'll keep it in my room so mom doesn't get suspicious." our mom adored Sheila. Despite her aggressive and emotional nature, she understood that she just wanted to be loved. That's why she bought Sheila a punching bag and didn't ask questions when she came home with bloody knuckles.
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"Hey, mama."
"Welcome home, Sheila. I see you found Rue." Leslie hugged her, "Can I ask where you two were?"
Rue blurted, "We went out to eat!"
"Yeah?"
"Nate took us." Sheila blurted.
"That checks out because your father, that piece of work, had him pick you up but don't believe for a second that Rue was with you guys."
"She was, mama." Sheila said, "I swear on my fucking life! I can call Nate right now if you don't fucking believe me."
"Language."
"I'm telling the truth! He wouldn't leave us alone. I just wanted to spend time with my sister that I haven't seen for three months! Fuck, mom!" Rue cried.
When they got further down the hallway, Sheila clapped Rue on the shoulder, "You fucking owe me, Rue. I'm keeping the pills. You ain't getting shit."
"When did you become such a fucking bitch?"
"Prison has hardened me."
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Sheila took an uber to McKay's party. Pushing through a crowd of sweaty, intoxicated teenagers reminded her of why she liked juvie hall in the first place. Someone grabbed her arm. "Get off, Nate."
"Hey, bitch!" Maddy said, "Are you avoiding that dick too?"
"Yeah."
"Let's go swimming!" Before Sheila could respond, a clearly tipsy Maddy Perez had jumped into the pool taking Sheila down with her. Sheila plunged underwater, gasping for breath. Yes, she can swim. She just got caught off guard and the water was cold. When she popped her head up, Maddy was having sex with a blonde guy who looked way too old to be at a high school party.
Nate had stumbled his way outside and grabbed Sheila out of the pool. "Yeah, that's real classy, you fucking whore!"
"Suck my dick." Maddy said. "Come back in, Roxy. Let's have a threesome."
"If that's what you're into." Sheila bent down and kissed Maddy. "I learned a few tricks in juvie."
"I'd love to-"
Once again, Nate grabbed Sheila and this time he was fucking furious. It was no secret that Sheila was bisexual. She'd made out with practically every guy and girl in the junior and senior class including Nate.
The only person that didn't know was her dad. He would fuck her up if he knew.
"I-"
"Shut the fuck up, Roxy." Nate spit out, when they got to the kitchen. "Everybody get the fuck out of here! Why the fuck were you making out with my girlfriend?"
"I wasn't."
"Are you trying to fuck her?" Nate roared, trapping her between him and the counter. "Are you trying to- what the fuck are you looking at?" a new girl wearing a purple dress had boldly stayed in the kitchen. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Jules..." the girl said. "I'm a friend of..."
"A friend of whose cuz you're not my friend? Unless you're one of Sheila's fuckbuddies... are you fucking Jules, Roxy? Answer me!" Sheila slapped Nate in the face and he grabbed her wrist. Her nails left a mark on his cheek and the crowd "ooh'd." Nate went from a ten to a twenty real quick after that. But he redirected his anger toward Jules after squeezing Sheila's side hard enough to leave a bruise as a warning. Then he pushed her out of the kitchen and onto the ground. "You'll fucking regret that, you fucking criminal."
"Get your hands the fuck off my sister!" I yelled, helping her up.
"So who are you?" Nate's next target was Jules.
"I'm just minding my own business."
"Nobody that looks like you is just minding their own fucking business. I know what you are. Yeah. Yeah. I see you. What do you want, huh? You want some fucking attention? I'll give you some fucking attention. Is anybody here friends with Jules? Does anybody know who the fuck this bitch is? Somebody better speak up or this bitch is gonna get fucked up!" he got closer and closer to Jules. She was trapped but she still kept her cool. No one ever stood up to Nate and when Sheila did, he got physical and made it look like he was defending himself.
But Jules called his fucking bluff and reached for the butcher knife on the kitchen counter. "You wanna hurt me?"
"Yo, I was kidding."
"You have no fucking idea." Jules cried, slitting her wrist. "By the way, I'm Jules. I just moved here."
