Falling All Over Again

| she just hopes it'll be worth it |

THIRD PERSON POV

She wipes her slightly sweaty hands on her designer jeans.

This is her job, this is what she has to do, but the people she's dealing with?

They're dangerous.

They're powerful.

And they have the media, the school, their friends right behind them, ready to back them up if needed.

No one would dare go against them, not even her.

She wishes she could turn back time, back to when she had just been a normal student, one that blended in.

Now she is popular, she has people's attention, she stands out.

This is not what she wants.

Her phone rings, and she looks down to see who is calling, always fearful for what she is going to be made to do next.

She shakily raises her phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

Her voice oozes with confidence, something she has none of right now.

She refuses to let her guard down in front of them.

She refuses to show that she is scared and unwilling.

But she wouldn't go back.

She doesn't want to be seen as weak, especially in front of people she will quite possibly spend her entire life being around.

After the agreement, she doesn't know what to think.

All she knows is that she has to do it. She has to go along with it, agree.

And she can't back down now.

"Are you outside his locker?"

"Yes."

Her voice is steady, but she is scared.

"Good, they should be coming around in the next few minutes. The locker combination is 23-37-6. Got it?"

She fumbles for the lock, twisting the combination until she hears the click of it unlocking.

"It's open."

"You know what to do?"

She hesitates.

She doesn't want to be caught like this - like a snooper.

She would never willingly go through one's locker.

Especially up against these people.

But she knows what she has to do.

"Yes."

"Good. Text me if it works."

The phone line rings dead.

She stands there, her stomach churning. She looks down to see her hands trembling.

Think of what they're doing for you, she tells herself. What you're getting out of this.

Voices, a male and female waft down the corridor.

She shuts the locker and begins to fiddle with the combination, repeating 23-37-6 in her head.

The voices stop, and she sees them out of the corner of her eye.

She opens the locker and begins to rifle through it as the footsteps approach.

"Hey Sara. Whatcha doing?"

She slams the locker shut at the sound of Lola's voice and immediately begins to deny what so obviously just happened.

She tries to defend herself, but her cries run on deaf ears.

Noah and Lola are having none of it.

She wonders why they broke up.

People in school heard last week that it was because she cheated on him, but no one really knows what went down between them.

Except them of course.

They seem to make such a good pair.

A shame, she thinks to herself.

Noah and Lola come back from picking up their baby at the end of the corridor.

"Don't bother coming to our room tomorrow, bitch," Lola snarls.

Her face falters slightly as Lola's words register.

Great.

Just what she didn't want.

Lola and Noah hate her.

Lola's words sting a bit.

She knows that Lola doesn't truly know the real her, just the one she's forcing herself to show, but it hurts that she's being seen as someone she isn't.

She saw the flash in Lola's eyes earlier, a very familiar flash for a teenage girl.

Jealousy.

She wonders if anything is going on between them.

The people she is associating herself with are dangerous, but at the same time, are normal teenagers, just like the rest of them.

Her reputation will be forever tainted for doing this job, but she wouldn't go back and change it.

She will never regret her decision.

She just hopes it'll be worth it.

She gets out her phone.

Mission: Accomplished.

She sends the text.

A/N

A different kind of chapter today. I had to search up what a locker combination would be because we don't really have lockers here lol.

Let me know what you thought of it please, I'd love some feedback! :)

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