D for Delinquent

Cunningness

Coven's P.O.V

"Fucking shit." I stumbled through rose bushes, their thorns scraping my legs through my jeans. As I made my way to the blackberry bushes, a head of blonde hair bumped into me.

"Watch where you're going you hooker," Verity hissed.

I glared at her. "I just went through probably one of the most painful experiences of a lifetime, don't fucking 'watch where you're going' me."

"Well that's on you," she retorted. She got up, brushing away leaves from her grey, plaid shirt. "You're the idiot who waltzed through the rose bushes. Mind you, if you just walked past that oak tree, you wouldn't have had a scratch left on your 13-year old body." She pointed to a big oak tree that was partially blocked by an array of smaller trees.

"I don't have the body of a 13-year old." I lunged at her, but she backed into a birch tree and I stumbled. "You're chest is flatter than Kansas, so don't even talk about my body."

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I looked up, to meet an angered Wednesday Cho. 

"It's not my fault he's incompetent," Verity sneered. "He's not the most subtle person."

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm not in Level A, but I do know one thing, and that is you're a Grade A bitch." I lunged for her again, but Wednesday threw a stick at me, causing me to topple backwards.

"Will you guys stop fighting," she said, obviously exasperated. "We're supposed to be a team."

"Be a team," Verity scoffed. "Coven Navarro is so reckless that he'll drag all of us down like quicksand. He's loud and arrogant and we're all going to be thrown in jail if he even puts one foot out of place."

"Verity-" Wednesday interrupted.

"You know what I'm risking, Wednesday Cho?" She took three deep, heavy breaths. "My scholarship, my family name, my reputation-"

"Does it matter?" Wednesday said, her voice getting louder by the second. "Does any of that matter in the end? Because there are people out here, in this very town, that are facing injustice every single second, and we're helping to expose all of it because nobody else will. And your main problem is you risking the Engel family name."

It was quiet, and I stood there awkwardly, trying to slip away. I almost made it to the rose bushes I originally emerged from, but then Verity spoke.

"Yes," she said, barely even above a whisper. I could still hear it though. "It does matter."

I stopped walking, and Wednesday looked like she stopped breathing. 

Verity turned around, walking back to the big oak tree. I glanced at Wednesday, who was just standing there, looking at Verity's long, blonde hair in the distance. She stood there, but she didn't call out for her or run after her, she just waited. As if she thought Verity was going to come running back.

I looked at Verity, who was now getting smaller in the distance, wondering if she would come back as well. She didn't.

~

I sat on my bed, staring up at my ceiling once again replaying everything that just happened. Wednesday called everything off once she came to the realization that Verity wasn't going to come running back, crying.

How could Wednesday not see it? I knew Verity wasn't loyal from the start, always acting as if she was better than everyone else. 

The Engels basically owned the south side of Kansas. Verity Engel was a privileged bitch who cared for nothing more than herself from the start. How did the obvious signs get past everyone in the group?