"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room
'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true
With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies
Wish I didn't care"
[SEASON TWO-SIX]
miguel diaz x fem!oc
covers by @hellfiresoulss
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Arizona stared at her reflection in the mirror, the hum of the hair dryer fading as she switched it off. The jet-black hair framing her face was a stark contrast to the person she felt like inside—a mix of numbness and confusion. The past two weeks had been a blur, a whirlwind of emotions and consequences she hadn't been fully prepared for. The ankle monitor felt like a constant reminder of her mistakes, of how quickly everything had spiraled out of control.
She ran her fingers through her hair, admiring the way the new color caught the light, revealing hints of brunette. It was a small change, but it made her feel a little more like herself, or at least the version of herself she wanted to be now. The girl in the mirror was different from the one who had walked into school two weeks ago. She was quieter, more withdrawn, but also more determined.
Arizona sighed and set the hair dryer down on the counter, reaching for her phone. She hadn't heard from many people since the fight, and she hadn't exactly reached out either. It was easier that way, she told herself. She didn't want to face the disappointment in their eyes, the questions she didn't have answers to. Even karate, something that had once been her escape, felt like a distant memory. The idea of stepping back into the dojo filled her with anxiety—too many memories, too much judgment.
Her phone buzzed, breaking her thoughts. It was a text from Tory, asking if she was ready to head to work. Arizona quickly typed back a response, saying she'd be there in twenty minutes. Work had become her lifeline, a way to distract herself from everything going on at home. The roller rink was loud, busy, and full of energy—everything she needed to keep her mind off the silence that awaited her at home. The restaurant job with Tory was new, but it was steady work, and she appreciated the routine.
As she grabbed her bag and made her way downstairs, she glanced at the empty bottles scattered around the living room. Her mom was passed out on the couch, as usual. Arizona's chest tightened at the sight, but she forced herself to keep moving. There wasn't much she could do about her mom—she'd tried, but it always ended the same way. Her dad was gone, and she didn't expect him to come back. It was just her now, navigating a life that felt like it was teetering on the edge.
Arizona slipped out the door, locking it behind her as she headed to her car. The air was cool, and the sun was starting to set, casting long shadows across the street. She checked the time on her phone, making sure she was within her allowed hours. The ankle monitor beeped softly as she moved, a reminder that she was being watched, tracked.
When she arrived at the roller rink, Tory was already there, leaning against the wall with a cigarette in hand. "Hey," Tory greeted, flicking the ash off the end of the cigarette. "You ready for another thrilling night of roller-skating madness?"
