"she's a mess of gorgeous chaos, you can see it in her eyes."
IN WHICH the school's resident ill tempered aerialist clashes heads with her childhood enemy, a baseball boy with an even worse temper
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IN WHICH Astoria Hawthorn and Tyler Hernandez ar...
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0011. CLEANING OF WOUNDS
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THE GROUP OF SEVEN teens worked together in order to move the couch in front of the door, blocking it from the outside alongside stacking one of the chairs on top of it for extra measure. Now they were all scattered across the main room of the motel in complete silence, the only sound that echoed out was that of Taylor's sniffles. They were all trying and failing to process everything that had just occurred in a matter of ten minutes, though it felt much more like hours in those moments.
Astoria was sat near the back of the living room, her arms wrapped around a shaking Taylor, who was sat between her legs, curled into Astoria's embrace while Tyler was next to them, his hand rubbing up and down on Taylor's arm as the two worked in a silent sync to sooth the terrified girl. Then there was Logan, who was sat leaning against the other wall adjacent from them, his legs curled up to his chest as he shook.
Across the room from them was Aiden, Ben and Ashlyn, all in a similar position as the four of them as they took up the front corner right beside the door, which Astoria thought was a terrifying position to take up, but it wasn't her that was in immediate danger if those monsters broke through the door, so she didn't speak up about it, not that she could. She thinks if she tried to speak now, she might just throw up.
She chews at her lip, her eyes darting around the room for a moment before they landed on Tyler, who's eyes were drawn down to the ground as he had his leg propped up and his other arm resting on his knee. Though it was like he felt her eyes fall upon him as not even a second later, his eyes clashed with her own and he stared back at her with a look in his eyes that had Astoria's lips pursing and her head turning as she buried her face into Taylor's shoulder, attempting to ignore the way something inside her stirred.
