ARE WE STILL FRIENDS - TYLER, THE CREATOR
✘After Steves party on Friday, Alana had practically called the Moreau house 17 times over the weekend, and still had no luck in getting an answer back from Helena at all. This was completely out of the ordinary for her. This had to have been the first time in a while the two had gone without talking to each other.
Because of the absence of her best friend, Alana had lounged around in her house throughout the days. She was so bored she started counting the hours down till her dad would come home, and when he would they would do the exact same thing Alana had done all day. Sit down and watch TV, but it was nice for her to have some company.
The blatant disappearance of her friend frightened her slightly, but made her more angry than upset.
If anything she was just confused, why was her friend ghosting her? There wasn't anything she could think of as to why she would ignore her, other than the fact that she walked in on Steve and her at the party. But surely that wasn't a plausible reason to ignore her, right?
Whatever the reason was played in her head as she made her way to the school, angrily slamming her car door out of frustration as she realised she couldn't see her friend waiting for her. Hopefully she was at her locker.
Alana slightly stormed through the corridors, attempting to seem as calm as possible as she made her way to her locker.
But what she saw there made her blood boil.
Helena was in-fact there, but was accompanied by the spiteful group of Steve Harrington and his minions.
Helena was staring up at Steve playfully, aggressively chewing her gum and twirling her hair in an attempt to swoon him.
The group soon noticed the girl with anger practically dripping from her face, earning slight giggles and whispers from them.
The only three people who didn't notice was Helena, Steve and Jack.
Alana rushed to her locker, slamming her hand down in attempt to scare the girl. It did. She quickly yelped, still twirling her hair as she turned towards the racket.
Her face turned into a sickly smile as she noticed who it was. Steve looked over at the girl, his black glasses over his eyes making his expression quite unreadable.
"Helena what the fuck?" Alana practically shouted, staring at the girl in disbelief. "What the fuck have you been doing?"
"What have I been doing? More like who have you been doing? Jesus Alana I can smell you from here." She snorted, earning laughter from the group.
"Are you fucking serious Helena? Tell me your fucking joking or I swear to god we aren't friends anymore." Alana gritted her teeth, anger rising in her as her heart pumped with more adrenaline than she had ever felt.
"Why wouldn't I be serious Alana? Oh my...Look sweetie." Helena put her hand on her shoulder, staring at her as if she asked the dumbest question known to man. Alana was seconds away from slapping her. No one had ever managed to get her this angry, not even the person she hated the most. Steve.
"I am not your friend. I don't want to be your friend. Honestly, I can't put up with your obsession with Steve anymore. Every time I mentioned him you'd just never shut up about how you loved him, you have a problem. And I'm saying this as nicely as possible, like, I wouldn't be surprised if Steve got a restraining order from you or something." Helena giggled as she talked, lies spitting out of the venom she spoke.

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rivalry; steve harrington.
Fanfiction"Just because you can't keep your dick in your pants Harrington." she scoffs, rolling her eyes as he walks through the corridors. "And you can't keep your legs shut!" He screams back at her, laughing to his friends. When party girl Alana Hopper goes...