Legacy

TWO

Chapter Two: Spy Kids Five.

D E L A N E Y

There was an abundant of things wrecking havoc on my thoughts this morning and the FaceTime call that I had woken up to didn't help matters.

Ophelia had called ten minutes before my alarm was set to go off to inform me that she'd made progress with her internal debate on who her favourite spider-man was.

What I gathered from the ninety minutes she stayed on the phone for was that Tobey scared her, Andrew is her baby daddy and seasonal husband while Tom Holland is her best friend, but she's also open to a polynomial relationship with him and Zendaya.

Overall, there was exactly no progress on her debate. She'd concluded the same results the past three mornings which she called after staying up all night to binge the movies of the various Spider-Man movies.

I still had no idea why Andrew was her seasonal husband, but I didn't have time to ask as she'd hung up the phone once she realised the difference in time zones and that I would be now getting ready for school. The last thing she said to me was in a really bad Bretman Rock impressions before she ended the call.

Dress hot and manifest your inner bad bitch.

I wanted to remind her that we were moving school to get away from the drama and our plan is to keep our heads down, but she was long gone before I could.

Middletown high-school was the school across the river and the school we happened to be running away to. Were we cowards not facing our problems? Possibly. Did I care? Not in the slightest.

All I had to do was keep my head down for the rest of this school year which was easier said than done in high-school, but I knew I could blend in. I didn't naturally draw people's attention to me nor did I ever look for drama.

Ophelia was the exact opposite and as I pulled into her driveway, seeing what she was wearing my point was proven further.

"Get back inside and change," I told her as she opened the door to my car. I watched as she rolled her eyes and climbed into the car anyway.

I stared at her, taking in the hot pink trousers and cropped denim jacket. "You look like a fucking highlighter."

"Yeah, but a hot and pink highlighter. I'm the special ones, you know like sold separately kind."

I blinked at her. She just agreed that she looked like a highlighter and made it sound like that was the plan all along. "Lia, we're trying to keep our heads down, remember?"

"Yeah, we're like people trying to watch porn in work. Incognito mode, on."

"Right now you're watching porn and forgot it's hooked up to the projector type of incognito," I told her, reaching across her and opening the car door, "Go change."

Ophelia rolled her eyes, slapping my hand away from the door handle. "I'm not going to change. If anything I should be the one telling you to change. You look like you just stepped out of a low budgeted spy movie."

"Fuck you, my outfit is normal."

"Yeah, for a funeral."

"I might be going to yours by the end of today."

"You better write me a long ass eulogy," she huffed out as she closed the car door. "Like three pages long and you better cry, like Deku type of cry and add a choked up sob every now and then."

I started the car, knowing that she wasn't going to change and it was futile to fight with her on the topic any longer. Her outfit was nice and I would've complimented her any other day. Just not on the first day when I wanted to lay low and not too much unwanted attention.