Amethyst goes to Hartley High with the rest of her class, It all goes to shit when someone finds out about the Insets-map. Through hook-ups and dramatic public displays, follow her through her time as things take twisted turns.
II HOLD UNTIL DECEMB...
"I'm sorry you fucking what?" I hiss into the phone, waving my hands, around air air-drying my French tips. A laugh echos from the other side of the phone as I set it down on my side table, "Yeah, we ended up crashing it somewhere on a bridge, Ca$h ran off with the swag so we're just waiting for him to sell it"
I let out an amused hum, "How much do you think it'll go for?" I screw on the lid to the nail polish and stick it between my teeth ad I move off my bed and into the bathroom that's connected to my room.
"Maybe 2k"
"Not bad," I huff, "Did you at least leave the car in good condition?" I get no response, "Chook?"
"Come on Theif you know me better than that...Yeah it's destroyed, there's no going back, he's going to have to get a new one it was kind of a nice one too."
"Come on Chook," I giggle then look at the clock, "Shit, look Chook I'm late for school I'll catch you later yeah?" I go to hang up but pause, "Try to lay low for a while, at least until this all blows over...ok?"
"Alright Theif I'll lay low," He laughs, I can hear the click of his lighter in the background, "For now, I'll see you later."
I sling my backpack out over my shoulder, "Good, see you later."
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"I was obsessed with Dusty for like a bajillion years." Amerie groans from under the table I am sitting on. "Was?" I let out a loud laugh, "You still are!" She kicks her foot into the my leg that was dangling off the table, "Am not!" She huffs, "I just ended up completely humiliated. I'm an idiot."
"Okay. So "idiot" is, um, ableist language."
"Yeah, Amerie. Besides, what's the alternative, stitch up your mutt?"
There's a thoughtful pause that goes through the room, "Yeah, basically. I don't even want to think about boys or sex or dicks for the next However long it takes me to feel normal again, I'm not even gonna mazz."
"That might be a little hard for you Crazy Davie" This time she kicks my leg on purpose, "I'm just saying, how can you not do sex? It's all anyone does around here, Sex, weed, and drink."
"Ew, that sounds like my worst nightmare." Darren sighs, crossing his arms.
"Well, how does someone not think about sex?" Quinni asks from under the table
Amerie scoffs, "I don't know. I'll just train myself. Yeah, every time I get a sexy thought, I'll slap myself in the face." She nods determinedly.
"Mmm. That sounds super functional." I say disconnected from the conversation as I look down at my phone.
