The Fractured Ones

1. Familiar Faces

Rae//

"Yes! Four in a row, again! Beat that Archie", I exclaimed.

"I don't even think I can, you're just too good. Is there a possibility that you might be cheating?" he asked whilst examining my facial response.

"I am a woman of honor, pride and dignity. I would never", I then countered back, with a fist to my heart and my head held towards the ceiling.

We were staying at school past regular hours since Chloe was rehearsing with the school's choir. We always walk home together afterwards, it has become some sort of ritual in the past few weeks.

"New game now, you can't just defeat the master of Connect Four and get away with it!"

At this point, Archie's lips have been pursed together and his eyebrows furrowed, this look definitely did not suit him. If we weren't friends and I hardly knew him, I would assume that he is twenty four years old, at the most. As well as a heterosexual who is shit at making good conversation. Instead, he is this seventeen year old boy, who thoroughly enjoys making original songs and is one of the most caring people I know.

"Well, maybe if you weren't so horrendous at this game, I would actually believe that you are this so-called master," I replied matter-of-factly, with my arms folded on top of my chest.

My mother thinks that whenever I do this gesture, it's because I'm trying to make my breasts look bigger. I can't even look at my own tits for too long in the mirror, let alone try to make myself look busty. I've watched movies and shows that display women with the perfect set of boobs,I don't feel really insecure or jealous after I see them; I just feel uncomfortable. It's hard to place why I become the most awkward human being when I see them, I just do.

"Okay, if you're not going to give me a rematch, oh mighty Connect Four-er, then let's just play some music. Your list of songs, obviously," he rolled his eyes, and isolated the 'obviously' from the rest of the sentence, to add more impact to his already sarcastic sentence.

I don't mean to be ego-tistical or anything, but my music taste is pretty incredible. I can say that with no hesitation because I pretty much like everything. Except for one thing: never have I ever enjoyed the Backstreet Boys. They are a bunch of baby faced men who sing into their rattles, they are music ruiners. I enjoy most music though, anything ranged from TLC to Jagger, Beck to Beastie Boys, you name it I got it. Okay, well maybe not the Backstreet Boys.

I decided to put on some Weezer.

"It's been an hour and and a half since school ended, Chloe better come soon. I mean, my mind can be patient, but my stomach just might start a revolution." Archie grunted.

"Alright, just make sure that your stomach spares me, yeah? I have a lot of time ahead of me."

He suddenly started bursting of laughter, and tears started to form in his emerald eyes.

Sometimes I say the weirdest things, but only with the people I'm comfortable with. Which in this case, is Archie. I'm not going to say that he is like a brother to me, because he obviously isn't. He's more like my personal anchor, he keeps me sane. Without him I would probably be somewhere not as comfortable.

"Well what took to you so long Ms. Composer?"

"Archie, a composer is someone who writes and creates music, not a person who plays and sings" I corrected.

"Well she might as well have, with the amount of time she took, I wouldn't be surprised if she composed a whole set of songs!" He used his right hand to make a swift motion to describe this imaginary set of songs.

"I'm sorry! We switched songs last minute and the harmonies were so not right. It was doing me head in!" Chloe explained while rubbing her temples.

"Okay now that you're finished, you lot want to go to the pub?" Archie suggested

"HELL FUCKIN' YEAH" I yelled.

As soon as we went into the pub we greeted Izzy and Chop, who were currently sitting in the friendzone. Izzy is one of the most sweetest girls, and Chop is one hell of a lad; they're bound to get together.

Once we sat and ordered our drinks, Chop started to talk about virgins and how horrible it would be to sleep with one.

"Girls with their V-Plates intact, are too frigid and have no experience, how will I even get off with one when she doesn't know what a dick looks like?" He asked.

"Well it's not a hard process, Chop. Guys just need to whack it in and we just enjoy it. Right Rae?" Chloe said.

"Chop, let me break it down for ya. Girls are not as innocent as boys think" I explained.

"Oh really? They aren't?" I could almost hear the smirk in his voice, and he was right behind me.

I turned around and all I saw was a flannel shirt tied around a slim but muscular waist, and I knew it was him. My Finn.

TO. BE. CONTINUED ;)....

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Author's note: I know that this is a pretty bad chapter. But when are first chapters ever good!? Second one soon xx