【𝙁𝙊𝙂𝙂𝙔】... The Queen of Hawkins High. A heavy reputation, all thanks to her older brother, Steve Harrington, and their mother. In some ways, it was cause of the head injury Angelica received in eight grade, wiping almost all of her middle and...
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chapter one ˚.*ೃ
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"𝙃𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙀, 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙏𝙊𝙉! 𝙋𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙐𝙋 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙏!"
Robin Buckley yelled from the car parked outside the Harrington residence.
Angelica Harrington playfully rolled her eyes, shoving a handful of Honey Smacks into her mouth. The brunette stood at the doorframe before she was called by her mother.
"Angel, dear, we won't be at the pep-rally but your father and I will be attend the game tonight."
"Alright." She replied, slowly shuffling away, that was until her mother continued.
"You did iron you skirt, right? Don't need you looking foolish with a wrinkled uniform."
Angelica sighed, glancing at Robin and Steve who both shared an irritated look on their faces, "Yes, mother."
"Good." Blanche Harrington pat her daughter's shoulder and turned towards the hallway, her heels made their signature clicking noise as she sauntered.
It was honestly a relief for Angelica that her mother and father wouldn't be at the pep-rally, considering she would have to perform a more complicated number and God knows she'd just mix something up or do the wrong step. To other students at Hawkins, Angel Harrington messing up a cheer routine seemed near impossible. She was, in-fact, considered the 'Queen of Hawkins High' thanks to her older brother's former reputation.
"Let's go, Harrington!!!"
The girl ran to the car, plopping down in the backseat.
"Then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she's going out of state for college." Steve glanced at Robin who was putting on another layer of mascara.
"So, it's like-- do I wanna start another relationship that has no point other than sex? I mean, I- just, I don't know. Does that make sense to you?"
Angel discreetly cringed as her big brother rambled about his love life.
"Robin, are you listening?"
"Uh, yes, i-i'm listen-" She pulled the wand of mascara away from her eye.
"What did I say?"
"You said something about sex with... with Linda."
The brunette in the backseat couldn't help but silently chuckle.
"No! I'm talking about Heidi!"
"Cut me some slack, please! Your love life is one of labyrinthine complexity."
