【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 eighteen•̩̩͙*ೃ
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"How did you forget about me?"
Angelica almost flinched as the question replaced the comfortable silence she and Eddie had been laying in for the past hour. Neither could sleep. Only one of them didn't want to, in fear of what the dark would unsheathe while she did.
Her eyes slowly opened, scanning the darkness as she sighed, "I did not forget."
That was a lie. The day he championship game, when he had walked across the table, she hadn't even recognized his malicious, rebellious voice. Or the way he twisted his rings while they conversed in the club room the same night.
The chuckle that escaped his parted lips reverberated against the shell of her ear, "Yes, you did. I had never seen that fogginess in your eyes before the championship."
The teen girl rolled onto her back, looking straight up at the ceiling as she said, "I had an accident in eighth grade that cost me most of my memories."
"You lost the memories of your elementary and middle school life?"
"Hit my head pretty hard." Even through the darkness as she quietly chuckled, no hint of amusement was twitching onto his expression. It was blank. Almost sorrowful.
In response to his silence, Angelica turned her head to face him. Even in the utter dark, she was aware that their faces were mere inches apart, as she felt his warm breath fan her lips.
"I am sorry." The girl chewed the inside of her cheek, feeling his sharp gaze.
"For hitting your head?" A small smile .
"For being an asshole, I guess."
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Halloween, 1981
"Jesus fuckin' Christ." Eddie instinctively covered the girl's eyes as the masked killer ran a knife through the victim's back. Angel shuddered as the girl's scream rang out through Eddie's living room.
"That woman is stupid..." The young girl winced as her body fell to the ground, grabbing Eddie's hand. His thumb lazily grazing over her knuckles.
His gaze remained on the TV, "Tell me about it. Who the hell goes in a graveyard when a serial killer is loose?"
From the small kitchen, Mr. Wayne flipped his newspaper, taking a drag from his cigarette, "People in horror movies, Edward."
The boy visibly rolled his eyes at the usage of his real name, causing Angelica to giggle, although it was muffled by the handful of popcorn she shoved into her mouth. She turned from where she sat on the sofa, now facing Mr. Wayne, "You don't think anyone in real life has actually gone into a graveyard at night and been murdered, Mr. Munson?"
"Only the kids who've had to retake their biology test four times."
The brunette girl tipped her head back as she laughed herself hoarse, in contrast to Eddie's groans of annoyance.
"It was three times, not four."
"Makes no difference... I offered to help you study but you never answered." The girl looked over at him, taking a bite from one of her Halloween candy bars.
"We have different definitions of studying." His eyes didn't leave the TV but the grin on his face was enough to earn a jab in the ribs from Angelica, who's face was tainted a bright pink.
She lightly shoved him, again, as she replied with, "Where is your filter, Munson..."
A grunt was heard from the kitchen as Mr. Wayne got up from the dining table chair, "I believe we all know the answer to that." Angelica smiled as he walked down the short hallway, and turned back to see another horrified victim being brutally murdered on the screen.
The knock of the door caused the brunette girl to jump almost five feet in the air. She whipped around as Eddie got up to answer it, and relaxed as she remembered it was Halloween. Trick or treaters, most likely.
No. It was her mother, dusting off her ivory pants, as if the mere underprivileged essence of the trailer was engulfing her by the second.
"It's almost ten, angel cakes, let's go."
It wasn't Angelica who answered-- but Eddie, "We were just about to finish this movie... it's only twenty more minutes."
The disdain in the way Blanche Harrington glowered at the boy had Angel's blood rising. Boiling. She couldn't tell if Eddie had noticed too, and if he did, he did a damn good job hiding it. The boy's face remained blank.
"She has cheerleading practice tomorrow, I'm sure you can understand that." Blanche's gaze was slowly drifting towards her daughter, as if Angelica would get the hint and comply. But like Eddie, she also made an attempt at remaining unaffected, even as she said, "It's only twenty more minutes, Mom."
The sight of Blanche shifting uncomfortably made the flicker of rebellion in the girl's eyes prominent. That wicked flicker-- that Eddie had picked up on, not long after first meeting the girl. That swirling pulse of defiance, and wrath was well hidden beneath the cheerleader's honey-brown, twinkling irises.
The older woman didn't say anything. Just a cold, withering expression and a taut posture-- as she turned and walked down the steps. Eddie shut the door, and all the warmth seeped back through the walls. Angel assumed whatever coldness was there previously had clung and left with her mother. That coldness that seemed to follow her.
"Jesus that woman scares the shit out of me... no offense..." He huffed and slumped down into the sofa cushions. A comforting hand rested on the girl's bare arm, easing those goosebumps that had risen during Blanche's confrontation. His thumb stroked and pressed gentle circles into her skin.
Angelica shrugged, dragging her focus back to the TV screen, "None taken."
He was still staring at her. And it wasn't subtle either, but he still studied her expression. Her furrowed brows, pursed lips, narrowed gaze. The encounter was obviously bothering her.
"You didn't want to go with her, did you? Because you don't have to stay if y-"
"No, no, god no.... sorry... I just don't do that very often..." She smiled, reassuringly, but the corners of her lips etched downwards when he tilted his head in confusion. Eddie breathed a laugh, never taking his wary eyes off of her.
"Disobey her?"
A heat creeped onto her cheeks, and she slowly nodded, "Well- Yeah..."
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Ah, i hope ya'll liked this chapter and I'm really excited for these 'dairy entries' because I'm honestly in love with the friendship (lets be honest tho, it's fr a whole ass relationship atp) that the two of them had/have, and I really want them to patch some things up! starting with the little apology she gave before I moved to an entry ;)
