𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 / alex standall ✓

𝟒𝟗. the tapes are out

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍
49 / THE TAPES ARE OUT
↳ season two, episode eight: the little girl
act two / the polaroids

𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 today, and within five minutes, she knew her day was going to be absolutely treacherous. Her phone was buzzing so much that she shoved it into the drawer on her nightstand, not able to be bothered with it until she woke up for school. When she did finally look at it, she almost shut it right off.

Alex: Baby, the tapes are out.
Courtney Crimsen: Meeting before third!
Zach: Wake the fuck up, Nessa.
Justin: What the fuck is going on?
Scotty: Are you okay?
Sheri Holland: WHAT THE FUCK. THE FUCKING TAPES ARE OUT.

"Nessa." Zach said as he threw himself into her room, his hair still tousled from his sleep and his pants nowhere to be found.

"Fucking hell, Zach." Nessa said, rubbing her eyes with her hands. "Put some clothes on then come and talk to me."

"Nessa, the tapes." Zach said breathlessly. "They're fucking out."

"You are the fifth person to tell me that today." Nessa said sharply. "And I woke up five minutes ago."

"We're gonna be late, Zach." Nessa said, gesturing at the clock in her room. "And as much as I'd like to say fuck school, we are on thin ice with Mom."

Zach nodded, leaving Nessa's room to finish getting dressed. Nessa sighed as she threw her body back into bed. Nothing would ever be the same again.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 📼 ꒱

𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 and Clay at the front of the school, a promise she had forgotten that she made until about two minutes ago, when Justin had sent her a panicked 'where the fuck are you?' text. The murmurs were loud, and the stares were harsh. Everyone knew about everything.

Everyone watched as she, Justin and Clay walked into school. Tapes 1, 9, 11, and 13. Justin was clearly anxious, fidgeting with his hands as he held his backpack straps.

"It's gonna be fine, Justin." Nessa comforted him, but even she didn't believe herself. She saw Sheri Holland running up to them out of the corner of her eye.

"Clay, did you not get any of my texts?" Sheri snapped.

Clay stammered. "Uh, my ringer must be off." But, that lie was immediately debunked when his phone began ringing from his pocket.

"Good one, Clay." Nessa muttered as Sheri cut her eyes at him. Clay picked up the phone, and immediately left the group once he realized it was Skye calling him.

"Hey, Justin." Sheri said. "I'd say welcome back, but shitty timing." Sheri told the boy.

"You could say that again." Nessa groaned, and Justin just looked at both of them, utterly confused.

"What do you mean?" Justin asked.

"I mean about the tapes." Sheri replied. "Did Clay and Nessa not tell you?"