poison ivy ↬ noah foster

2. || once you say douche pants, you can't go back

"cheer the fuck up, you beautiful loser. sincerely signed, you from the future." letter to my freshman self | atlas

Returning to Lakewood was a scary, yet exciting, thing. Of course Ivy was ready to see her friends in person after being away for the whole summer, but she was not very enthusiastic about seeing Nina's group.
Ivy had not forgotten the way to the game store, that was a good sign seeing as everything else had changed. Aunt Harriet had forced Ivy to dye her hair back to the original red and get it cut. If Ivy was being totally honest, she actually kind of liked it, but she would never let Harriet know.
She had video chatted with Audrey and Noah everyday until one month ago when Harriet had decided to take her phone, probably causing the two to think she hated them.
Once she arrived at Noah's work a smile reached her face as she saw her two best friends through the window. She opened the door, strutting in with a new confidence.
"The blow queen is back in business." She smirked as she saw Noah's eyes widen.
"Oh my god." Audrey grinned from behind her.
Noah ran from behind the counter and threw his arms around her, bringing the girl off her feet in the process. She wrapped her legs around his torso, the smile never leaving her face.
"I missed you so much." Noah said into the crook of her neck.
"Noah would not stop talking about you." Audrey gave a knowing smirk.
Ivy rolled her eyes breaking away from the hug to look at the girl. She grinned as she neared her with open arms.
"Ivy what are you doing." Audrey backed away before being caught in a hug.
"I know how much you love my hugs." Ivy grinned deviously.
"Hate is a better word." Audrey rolled her eyes but hugged the redhead back.
"So what have you two been up to?" Ivy's smile turned bitter. "What has Nina Patterson, the devil herself been up to?"
"We've just been missing you." Noah shrugged making eye contact with Audrey before nodding.
"Nina.. She's moved onto a new victim." Audrey stated as she unlocked her phone.
"I've been waiting for her to move on, she was so obsessed with me." Ivy laughed but her smile faltered as she saw the expressions on Noah's and Audrey's face. "Who is it?"
"It's me." Audrey said showing her a video of Audrey and some girl who Ivy didn't know making out.
"You have a girlfriend and you didn't tell me." Ivy smirked. "I always thought me you and Noah would be in a throuple." She winked at Noah causing him to choke a little.
"I guess it's just you and me, Robin."

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Ivy didn't feel so scared as she walked into the school. It was a lot easier when everyone was focused on the work of the skank that was Nina Patterson. That didn't stop people from asking Ivy why she was gone for so long.
Apparently, Nina had convinced the whole school that Ivy had , A; killed herself or B; gotten pregnant. Now that she was back everyone was confused.
Ivy glared at the picnic table where Nina's group sat, excluding Nina and Tyler, who probably played hooky.
Strutting over to the table she pointing a finger at Brooke.
"Oh, look, it's the second in command douche pants." She gave a death glare.
"Douche pants?" Jake Fitzgerald questioned, amused.
"Yeah, douche pants. Where's Nina?" Ivy directed her question to Brooke.
"Good question." Emma answered.
"I hope you know that I hate every single one of you." She looked around the table.
"Why are you back?" Brooke asked bored.
"My religious nut Aunt deemed me holy enough to come back." Ivy rolled her eyes. "No thanks to you."
"It's not my fault you're a slut." Brooke smirked.
"You bitch." Ivy yelled almost jumping on the table before someone held her back.
"As hot as that was, I don't want any blood on my new shirt." Jake smirked as he held the red headed girl by the waist.
Ivy rolled her eyes, glaring at Jake and Brooke. She walked over to Audrey and Noah, gritting her teeth.
"How'd it go?" Noah smiled at the girl who was getting more and more frustrated.
"I called Brooke a douche pants." Ivy put a hand on her forehead in exasperation.

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Mr. Branson was the insanely hot English teacher who Ivy had been trying to eye flirt with the whole beginning of class. He had just looked at her weirdly and smiled awkwardly.
Ivy had zero game.
"Cavemen made fires. Those fires created shadows, the shadows created fear. Man has been obsessed with trying to scare one another ever since." Branson began the lesson.
Ivy then heard Brooke's annoying voice beside her.
"His name is Kieran Wilcox. He just moved hear from Atlanta." She smirked at Emma who seemed to be eyeing a boy who had a young Leonardo DiCaprio vibe.
Ivy see's Jake lean forward in his desk. "I thought you weren't into high school guys."
"No, that was just you." Brooke rolls her eyes. Ivy lets out a little snicker, as much as she hated Brooke, she had to admire the girl's snarky humor.
"What about you Ivy?" Jake smirks getting closer to the girl. "Are you into high school guys?"
Ivy leans forward so their faces are only an inch or two apart. "I'm up for-"
"Ivy." Mr. Branson's voice breaks the tension causing Ivy to jump.
"Yes, Mr. Branson." She tried to answer seductively. Twirling her hair a little.
Mr. B wasn't having it. "Which genre originated with the 'Castle of Otranto'?"
Ivy furrowed her eyebrows and then took a guess. "The Medieval genre?"
"Wrong. Brooke?" Mr. B asked
Brooke gave a challenging smirk. "The castle genre?" Branson lets out a sigh.
"The gothic genre." A new voice, presumably Kieran's answered.
"That's right." Branson grins while leaning against his desk. "Guys, I get it. You don't want to read 500 dusty pages about monks and curses. But no one is forcing you to watch the walking dead."
"Is the walking dead on the midterm?" Jake grins hopefully.
"Zombies aren't literature." Emma rolls her eyes.
"Why not?" Ivy turns back to notice Kieran making steamy eye contact with Emma. She raises an eyebrow before turning back in her desk.
"Horace Walpole, George Romero. It's all the same bones." Kieran continues.
"Or the same rotting flesh." Branson points at the class. "He's right, the gothic genre is all over television right now. You have American Horror Story, Hannibal, Bates Motel."
"What about Texas Chainsaw or Halloween?" Jake asks. "Where's that tv series?"
"You just unleashed a beast." Ivy rolls her eyes at Jake before making eye contact with Noah who smirked.
"You can't do a slasher movie as a tv series."
Noah looks around uncertain before Ivy nods reluctantly at the boy urging him to continue.
"Think about it. Girl and her friends arrive at the dance, the camp, deserted town. Whatever. Killer with a gimmick takes them out one by one. Ninety minutes later the sun comes up as the girl sits in the back of the ambulance watching all her friends bodies wheeled past. Roll credits." Noah pauses giving everyone a chance to think.
"Slasher movies burn bright and fast. TV needs to stretch things out. By the time the first bodies found... all hell breaks lose."