Nullness - DISCONTINUED

[008] only thing

Stephanie Marthers stormed her way out of class, pushing people out of her way as she walked towards her locker. She could feel her blood boiling at the lack of thought put into today's SLTs lesson and the clear sexism within the curriculum.

"Stevo, wait up." Spencer called out to the girl, jogging to catch up to her. "Can we talk?"

"It's bullshit." She shouted, ignoring his words. "Absolute fucking bullshit. Not only did they not teach you guys the same sexual assault shit that they taught us but that man had the audacity to lay his hands on Harper. I mean what the actual fuck is wrong with this place?"

The boy went to open his mouth as she paused, however, shut it once again as she continued her rant.

"And you? We're all feminists. What does that even mean? I mean really? You guys get off on sharing personal details about your sex lives without even considering how that might make the other person feel. How does that make you a feminist? Like congrats, you asked for consent to fuck the person but did you ever stop to think that maybe they don't want their business shared around the school?"

He waited a moment before trying to speak again. Realising that she was done, for the time being, her kept his voice soft, not wanting her to go off at him again. "You're right." He agreed, earning a look of no kidding from the girl. "We're pretty shit feminists, but if it helps at all, I never told anyone about us."

"You didn't?" Stevie wondered. "Why not? Was I not as good as every other girl? I mean you were happy to share every little detail about you and Taylor Miller. Is she better than me?"

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed at her sudden mood swing. "No. No, of course not. I just didn't want to upset you. Especially not after how I acted that day."

"That's fair, I guess." She had calmed down now, reaching into her locker to pull out her maths textbook. "You were a dick."

"Look, about that-"

"Don't bother, Spence." She quickly cut him off, placing her hand over his mouth before quickly ripping it away when he liked her palm. "First, ew. And second, we already talked about this. You don't want anything serious with me and I'm okay with that. I'm over it now so if you wanna fool around again, I'm down." She shrugged as if it were the most normal thing. "And this time I won't expect you to commit." She added with a laugh.

"No, it's not that."

"How about you come over later and we can talk, yeah?" She offered, slowly walking backwards. "But for now, I have to go study for my maths test. Can't fail another otherwise they're calling mum to the school."

Spider nodded his head, mad at himself for finally working up the courage but still not saying it. Maybe he was too late.

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Stevie rolled over in bed, checking the small analog clock on the table beside her. 10:16. She stared at the red blinking numbers for a moment, wondering who would be knocking at her window at that time.

Her mother had already left for work and she would've rung if she'd forgotten something. Cash has his own key to the house, usually entering without the girl knowing and just hanging around until she left her room. Dustin would've messaged, demanding she opened the front door for him. And Ant tends to knock profusely until she welcomes him inside.

That left one person.

Stevie quickly pulled on a pair of pyjama shorts, though the task seemed unimportant as the strawberry-patterned sleepwear was swallowed by her oversized tee.

She tugged her curtains to the side, unlatching the window and allowing Spencer to climb through. "What're you doing here?"

"You said to come over." He responded easily, falling straight into her comfortable bed.

Letting out a small laugh, she jumped on top of him. "I said come over after school. Not come over at ten o'clock at night."

"It's not like you were sleeping anyway." He rolled his eyes. "Besides, had to help mum with shit at home first."

Stevie sighed happily, imagining Mrs White. The woman was always kind to her, inviting her into their home when Stevie couldn't stand the thought of being alone. She loved Spencer's mother, almost as much as she loved Spencer himself.

"So, what'd you wanna talk about?" She asked suddenly, trying to rid herself of previous thoughts. Rolling off the boy, she lay by his side, turning her face to look at him.

Looking down at her, his mind reminded him of the morning they shared together. The smiling through kisses, her hiding her face in his neck each time he complimented her, the way she scrunched her nose when he covered her face with soft kisses.

If he didn't say it now, he doubted he would ever be able to.

"I think I'm in love with you, Steve." He watched as her face went blank. "No, I know I'm in love with you, have been since Dusty introduced us in the fourth grade." She opened her mouth to speak, but he couldn't let her, not when he was finally getting his chance to speak. "No, don't talk. Not yet."

He sat up in the bed, her following his actions and sitting across from him. "I know I should've said something sooner. I mean, fuck, I should've told before we even had sex. But I was scared. I was so scared that you didn't feel the same way. And then when you did I was scared that I was just gonna hurt you."

"Thinking about it now, I guess I did hurt you." He shook his head, looking down at his lap. "I don't know. I just- I needed you to know that I do want something with you. It's literally the only thing in this world that I'm really sure of."

Stevie sat there, mouth open with no words coming out. Her eyebrows were furrowed as her mind tried to think of something to say, but the only thing she could focus on were the words I'm in love with you.

"Please say something, Stevo." The boy pleaded, reaching out to hold her hands.

"So, that day when you said we were just having fun, you were scared? And the night at the beach when you stayed silent, you were trying to protect me?"

"Yes, to both. Please, I know I fucked up, but I need you. Even if you don't want me like that anymore, can we at least be us again?" Spencer felt his hands shaking, hoping that she couldn't feel it too. "I miss you."

"You still have me, Spence. You always have." Stevie's voice was soft, hesitant. "You've always had me in whatever way you want."

"Does that mean...?" He trailed off as a small smile began to grow on the girl's face.

"It does." Her face turned serious for a moment. "But no more fucking me around, okay? If something's happening, just tell me."

"I pinky promise." He spoke raising his hand.

She reached out, wrapping her finger with his, but rather than kissing her hand, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.

crybaby speaks...
okayyyy so ik that she forgave him rlly easily but she's in love with him. ofc she's gonna fold. i mean i would too

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