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chapter 04 — the reckoning

Shocked, I stand in the doorway; not processing what I'm seeing. Believe me, I want to leave them be; but an undesired gasp escapes the back of my throat. Nat's neck jerks in my direction, the resemblance of a frightened puppy displayed across her face. I merely stood in the doorway, hands clasped over my trembling lips. This shouldn't bother me, but a stinging sensation resides in the back of my throat.

"I-I think you both should go now." Evasive words tremor off of my ordinarily confident tongue. They sit there shocked as I regretfully leave the room once again.

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Lonelier than ever was school on Wednesday. It had seemed that in just three days, I had managed to squander every last one of my friendships and frankly, I hadn't the slightest idea why. Each happened in such a bizarre manner; leaving me hurt and confused. Though, I'm not one to fawn over misfortune. Unfortunately, I don't care about anything so I can't exactly distract myself; instead, I decide to remain silent and observe the behavior around me. Near the entrance of the cafeteria, I spot a couple basically hooking up against a filthy yellow wall. I see laughing and smiling at tables, playfully tossing food onto each other's trays. I see a group of ostrich-like girls with perfect posture; eyes darting around the room, judging every poor soul that didn't conform. Obnoxious jocks conversing about their favorite sports teams and how many yards the scored last night. Similarly mannered narcissistic assholes exchanging sex tips and talking about all the "bitties" they're going to bang at homecoming.

Oh homecoming, the infamous homecoming dance. In which everyone's gets drugged and banged; how tasteful. I for one, had some serious primetime hooking up to do or else I think I may go under.  Everything in my world has been so off lately and I need something to stabilize it. Immersed in thought, I failed to observe a body plop itself down across from mine. "Hey there kitten, going to homecoming with anyone?"

The self-acclaimed bad boy turned football jock, Luke Connors.

I nearly choked on my milk. Not because I was excited or nervous or anything, but because of pure shock. "What's wrong darling? Cat got your tongue?" He smirked. He's evil.

"What's it to you?" I spat.

"I might be looking for someone to hook up with. I know you're easy, Miss Bailey." He tantalized me. This kid, I swear. Reflexively, I stood up and splashed my remaining milk straight in his face.

"Easy my ass, Luke Connors." I quipped. With that, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the the cafeteria. Screams escaped my lungs in protest, but no one heard or seemed to care. I wriggled my hand in attempt to free my wrist; also resulting in no prevail. I had to face that he was much stronger than me, my body frail from lack of nourishment and his big, healthy and buff; an inevitable outcome from endless amounts of training and a healthy diet. Unanticipated, my body was slammed against a concrete wall. Swiftly, Luke pinned me against it and moved his lips against my ear. I could uncomfortably feel the heat eliciting from his mouth as he whispered against my ear, his raspy voice cutting into my train of thought.

"You're coming to homecoming with me, Onyx Bailey. And when you do, you're gonna show me that pretty little body of yours once again. I'm not going to be the one getting taken advantage of this time."

I spit in his face. "Make me, Connors."

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Staring at the ceiling is intricate. Patterns run across your field of vision, either coming from the depths of your brain of the psychical world; sometimes you're unable to decipher the two. Thinking of today's encounter, a shiver is sent down my spine. What exactly did I do to Luke's heart that has made him so relentless? For a moment, I feel bad; but that was before remembering that I'm a heartless bitch who doesn't care about anyone or anything. Yet, for some reason I want to give Luke a chance this time. Although, he needs to be taught that he can't push me around.

I sit up from my painfully comfortable spot, sunken into mounds of fluffy blankets and look around. My eyes dart around the room, inspecting the room sharply;  fixating on my keys dangling around the doorknob. Sighing, I rise and practically fly out the door, grabbing my keys as I go. The brisk Oregon breeze stings my face as I swing the hatch, slamming it abruptly once I force my ambiguous figure through the entryway. Plunging the key into the ignition, a sigh escapes my lips; I have no idea why I'm doing this. Since when does Luke Connors tell me what to do? There was an imminent battle between devil and angel and for once, angel wasn't letting up.

25 grueling minutes later I found myself hindered in front the most mediocre spot in our entire town. The faithful shopping mall. Mentally cursing myself for ever agreeing to this, I set foot on the trek to the grand golden gates. Commencing, my body ended up rejecting the atmosphere that was this whitewashed commercialized dwelling, leading me back into my stuffy car and into the downtown district. It was relatively ordinary to find me down here alone, wallowing in my thoughts. I loved to watch people go about their business, imagining what their stories might be. A middle-aged woman stressed from work, pleading for a midlife crisis. A group of angsty millennials way too involved in their schoolwork, causing serious hormonal dysfunction. I cease my wandering in front of a tiny boutique hidden my numerous shop signs. I hadn't been there before so I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. I pushed the heavy door, dust omitting from the ground as I did so. It looked like quite an old quarter, but it had a sort of cozy aesthetic. Everything seemed to be absolutely in place; dresses skillfully bedecked on mannequins, jewelry neatly stacked on display,shoes paired almost fallaciously against a stone wall. The scene so picturesque you felt practically honored to be in its presence. Naturally, there was a shockingly beautiful woman working at the counter, ruby red lips pursed in discomfort accompanied by a thick furrowed brow, seeming to be having a crusade trying to utilize the cash register. Beady eyes continued their wondering around the petite shop, fastening themselves upon a mid length red dress with a high collar; designs etched into the fabric. To my right, there were tiny dressing rooms with creme pigmented curtain, though possibly slightly discolored due to old age and poor conditions. Bright white lights towered above, illuminating them. I whisked into the closest one, seeing as no one had to open it for me, and twirled into the dress. It hugged my body comfortably and also made my butt look about ten times bigger than normal; which was impressive. I decided to purchase it without much thought due to the face that it wasn't overly expensive and it made me look and feel good.

to: lucas - 6:01pm

are u serious about this homecoming thing ??

from: lucas- 6:04pm

yes.

to: lucas- 6:07pm

ok, i got a dress so

from: lucas - 6:08

hmm eager are we? ;-) send daddy a picture

to: lucas- 6:10

*cringes* don't ever say that again

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from: lucas - 6:10

woah

to: lucas - 6:13

goodnight, connors

from: lucas - 6:13

nooo dont go

from: lucas - 6:22

ok, goodnight beautiful

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*unedited*

ok im finally updated *enthusiastic cheers*

sorry it took me so long, you guys im literally so out of motivation for ANYTHING and also i'm 96% convinced nobody even reads this

this part i feel like had a lot of unnecessary filler stuff and also is the story moving too fast ????? (HELP)

bUT ANYWAY:

the attached picture is what onyx is supposed to look like (aka @marycake on instagram & if u know who she is you're officially my new bff bc she's so powerful & i love her)

pls tell me what u think of this so far so ik if i should continue this story or not !!

stay rad :-)