Franchesca Ryans met life altering events after hooking up with Rafe Cameron at Midsummers last year. The seventeen yr old alcoholic finds herself back in her old ways after being released from rehab to come back home this summer.
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This Year
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9:24 pm
" Hannah."
Silver-strapped kitten heels created further distance between the two as K.C. went after her.
His heart fluttered, pounded the more she ignored his calls over all the music traveling through a crowded Venue. And as cinematic as it out sounded, combined together, it all just fueled him with this sheer sense of panic he tried but couldn't kick.
Midsummers. It felt familiar this year. The same coke-white stars gravitated the poor and entitled all in one place for a night — each tying them to baggage they had all carried from the year before. And K.C. was one of them.
He'd only been there for an hour, helping Heyward and Pope unpack cases of surf-and-turf when his gaze ventured off — somehow finding Hannah Johnson, standing at a table, half-ass listening to whatever bullshit her best friend, Ruthie, was going on a tangent about.
And no one really knew, but they had started messing around a few months before Franny dipped off to Rehab. It wasn't anything serious at first, so failing to mention that he'd been macking a Kook, didn't seem like a bad idea for obvious reasons — like them not being from the same circle.
And because Franny fucking hated her.
" Stop. Just stop, okay?" K.C. panted, finally close enough to reach her wrist and catch his breath. " Let me explain."
Hannah's cerulean irises burned through his when turning back — somehow making the bowtie on K.C.'s throat squeeze tighter than before. " You lied to me. K.C., you said you told them about us."
" I-I know, I just—"
" She embarrassed me in front of all your friends, your brother— how am I supposed to feel right now?" She sniffed, tossing her arms over each other as the summer air picked up outside.
The tiny hairs on their skin stood tall while Hannah watched as he wrestled with the 'right' response that truthfully, never came. It was short, simple, and possibly the worst shit K.C. had said to her that entire night.
" That's not fair." His words were venom, suffocating the space between them as fireworks invaded the sky above.
" Fair?" Hannah's lips quipped into this small smile of disbelief before vanishing, down turning into a frown. " I can't... I can't do this." Her wrist fell from his hold as clattering heels moved quickly, trailing down the white-rustic stairs beneath them.
