【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...
Steve questioned, his eyes glued on her as she slumped into the passenger seat of his BMW. Steve's nosy questions was the last thing Angelica needed-- the first being eight full hours of sleep.
She just shrugged, directing her gaze in a direction that ensured she wouldn't meet his. She wasn't a very good liar, especially if she had to actively look someone in the eye and do it, which then just gives away the fact that she is, in fact, lying. It was just a cigarette, anyway. Angel had seen Steve smoke hundreds of them-- at least when he was in high school. "It must be my perfume." She blankly replied after a few seconds of silence.
Steve snorted in disbelief, as if to say 'how dumb do you think I am?.' Angel didn't wait for his actual response.
She slightly glanced his way, "Did you enjoy the game?"
"Yeah- I mean, obviously not the part where you hurt your ankle but... other than that it was awesome, 'specially Lucas' score." A small smile played out on his lips as he talked proudly of Lucas' win. Angel stifled a giggle and bit her tongue as she remembered Steve's cheers in the crowd, as if he was a soccer mom.
Comfortable silence filled the car, which was a drastic difference to what was going on in Angel's head. The Munson boy was truly doing a number on Angelica. Part of her remembers all the laughs he'd earned from her with his stupid and corny comments, but she also couldn't get over what he'd said in the last few moments she had been in that room. It's like she was weighing all of the pros and cons on her nonexistent scale, and she didn't know if she could trust him, even if he was once her friend.
Angel leaned her head on the window, the cold glass pressing against her face.
The stars were bright and surprisingly easy to see, despite the street lights that lined Angelica's neighborhood. She squinted, trying to find any constellations.
"We can't stand out her all night, Angel, get your butt inside." Steve said, hands on hips and everything.
The girl chuckled, rolling her eyes, "Whatever you say, mom."
In response to her snippy comment, he scoffed, turning to open the front door of the house. Angelica hesitated-- glancing over to the white Audi parked next to Steve's car. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her parents were home. Just when she'd thought this night couldn't get any more miserable.
In an attempt to slip past them, Angel went right through the door, speed-walking towards the foot of the stairs. She hadn't even grasped the railing before she heard her mother's cold voice from the dining room.
"Where are you off to so fast?"
The girl slowly turned her head to meet her mother's narrowed gaze.
"I... was just going up to my room, I'm tired."
A small, sly smile twisted it's way onto Blanche Harrington's lips, "Too tired to sit and join your family for dinner?"
Angel glanced at Steve, who was also seated at the table, and he sent her a sympathetic expression. She inaudibly sighed-- turning to walk into the dining room. When she approached her seat, she immediately noticed something. Everyone else had meatloaf.
There was a garden salad on her plate.
"What... what is this?"
Blanche dropped her fork, wiping her hands on her napkin, "Oh, honey, I know you love salads... plus... I could practically see the seams of your cheer uniform about the bust all the way from the bleachers... a diet would do you some good, hope you don't mind."
Angelica looked at her plate bitterly, "Not at all."
"Great."
The brunette slumped down in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. She had always been sensitive and insecure about her weight and appearance, and it didn't feel any better coming from her own mother.
Angelica stabbed and picked through the salad with her fork, not sparing anyone else a glance-- even though she could feel Steve's eyes on her.
Her mother cleared her throat, "I was shocked to see how the championship game turned out, the Tiger's don't usually win."
"That is true." Her father replied quietly.
There was a pause before Blanche directed her attention to Angelica, sipping from her glass of lemonade, "And I'm glad to see that you and that Sinclair boy are associating yourselves with a more acceptable clique in school... unlike your other friends... I've never understood why you used to surround yourself with so many troubled children."
Her mother was obviously referring to Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson, but part of her thought of another troubled 'child' that her mother could've been referring to. Angelica brushed the thought off-- if she couldn't even remember who that boy was, then how could she expect her mother to?
"They aren't troubled, mom..." Steve spoke up, causing Angelica's eyes to dart up to him.
Blanche sighed, smiling softly towards him, "Oh, Stevie, you're out of high school now but don't think for a second that the Harrington name and reputation isn't still following you around... because it always will... for the both of you."
"Hallelujah." Angelica sarcastically muttered on the rim of her cup, as she quickly took a sip. Blanche cut her a harsh glare, her lips parted, but she hadn't said anything yet-- due to the loud screech of the dining chair that Angel was getting up from.
"Goodnight." She kept her gaze ahead of her, as she walked out of the dining room and ascended the stairs.
Dropped to her knees, Angelica rummaged through her closet floor, looking through photo albums and old school projects. As she flipped through a small photo album, her eyes landed on a polaroid with her sitting by the StarCourt mall fountain, Robin's arm was slung around her neck, and Steve stood to the side, yelling at Max as she stood dangerously close to the edge of the fountain. Lucas displayed his typical, goofy smile, while Dustin, Mike, and Will were huddled in the corner, obviously discussing God-knows-what.
The photograph made Angelica giggle, remembering that all the fun she used to have with them. But it obviously struck something sad within her-- just the fact that it was now a memory, nothing more. That's all everything seemed to be nowadays. The brunette girl sighed, closing the album and continued to sift through the junk on the floor. She wasn't the most organized person, so there were years and years worth of things that polluted her closet.
Something caught the light of her lamp under a pile of old clothes. It looked to be blue sequins-- and the teen girl quickly realized it was a journal. Specifically, a journal from 1978, almost seven years ago. She ran her fingers along the blue pattern and opened the journal. A photo fell out from the first page and Angel picked it up.
It was her-- seven years ago-- sitting with a little boy.
A/N: Sorry for slow updates ! I got covid recently so that sucks but other than that i hope you all are having a nice day <333
see u next chapter <3 (Pls excuse any typos/mistakes)
