Bulletproof

☆ 2 ☆

"Hey."

Max seemed to be caught of guard as she jumped out of surprise.

"Hi." She muttered to the blond leaning in her doorway, then turned away quickly.

Odette sighed tiredly, knocking on the wooden panels to gain copper haired girl's attention again.

"What?" Max snapped, still not turning to face her stepsister.

"Are you... alright?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing, it's just... wanted to ask how stuff went. Y'know, with all that 'new student from California' and 'social anxiety' shit."

Max froze, slowly turning from her position on her bed to give Odette a weird look.

Blond furrowed her eyebrows a bit, shifting her shoulders.

Max sat there, her gaze on the sheets of her bed in confusion. She then turned away again, returning to the pose Odette saw her in the first place.

"I'm fine." Was all blond's stepsister mumbled, keeping doing whatever it is she was doing.

Odette clicked her tongue before sighing in defeat.

She tried.

Stepping away from the doorway, she headed to her own room, closing her sister's doors shut.

She tried...

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Odette was resting her hips onto her brother's car, reading a random magazine she saw at the shop, when Max showed up from the school entrance.

Bill pressed his cigarette between his lips, eyeing her with passive annoyance.

"You're late again." He commented as Susan's daughter picked her skate up.

"Yeah, i had to get catch up homework..." Max defended, approaching Odette who was in her way of getting into the car.

"Jesus. I don't care."

"You're late again, and you're skating home. Got it?" Blond turned Max's attention from her brother, lifting her eyes from the pages.

Odette silently stepped away from the door for her sister to climb over the passenger seat to the back. When she finally did, blond sat in the car herself, getting back to reading the magazine.

"God, this place is such a shithole." Bill commented on the views outside the window, as they were halfway home.

"It not that bad..." Max mumbled quietly, fidgeting with her skate.

"No?"

"Nope. Could've been worse." Odette agreed, taking out an invitation sheet she got from some girl in school. "Also they have parties. Just how you like it. Even if the place is shit, they still have alcohol."

Billy shrugged, not convinced. He rolled the window down for his sisters to admire the smell.

He hummed in fake pleasure, jerking his hand up to cover his nose in disgust a moment later.

"You smell that, ladies? It's actual shit. Cow shit."

"I don't see any cows." Max shot back at him quietly, as Odette hurried to close the window back.

"Clearly, you haven't met the high school girls."

"Billy." Odette kept her gaze straight foreword at the road, yet her tone dripped with anger. "Too far."

He shot her a look, huffing in amusement. "So what, you like it here now?"

"No." Blond didn't move her sight, her voice blank.