SHE'S A HIPSTER

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Why'd you only call me when you're high?

ARCTIC MONKEYS - WHY'D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU'RE HIGH

"Yo, hipster ass!" You heard someone call out, you looked to see who it was and saw the aforementioned blue haired, Chloe

"Ha fucking ha, Price." Max rolled her eyes and stood from the grass as you did as well. Chloe only responded with a toothy grin. You smiled at her and held out your hand. "Hey, I'm (Y/n) (L/n), your local trashcan."

Chloe chuckled at this, "Ah, great to finally meet the legendary cunt of all schools. Heard about you from people and color me impressed, you set a lab on fire?!"

You shrugged at this, "What can I say? It was on my bucket list." Chloe cheered and lightly hit you on the shoulder, "That's what we call a Blackhell demon!"

You both settled down as it was starting to get dark. The three of you got into Chloe's truck and headed up the lighthouse. It still gave you the eerie vibe but a little less now that you had Max and Chloe with you.

"Everything is so... Bizarre." You quietly said as the three of you were sitting on the lone bench. The two could only hum in response as they were enjoying the scenery before them. Stars started to litter as the sun dove down. The moon was ever so beautiful that night and everything felt at peace.

"(Y/n), how does it feel to be in the zone with Max?" Chloe asked, facing you. You blinked, geniunely not knowing how to answer that. When... whatever happened, it seemed normal, like, you were used to it.

"I-I don't know. It feels so familiar, like I'm used to it. But that was the first time something like that ever happened." You stated, Max shifted a bit and started to talk,

"It's like a really dark, yet comfoetable feeling. As if you're in your house but, there are no lights, you catch?"

"Bruh my house is literally in an eclipse 24/7," Chloe joked, making the three of you lightly chuckle. "but that sounds off. Way off, but we can't really look for answers for that now. I think." You and Max agreed as you were all, once again, engulfed by silence and the beautiful scenery before you.

You awoke in a dark room, it wasn't your dorm, though. You sat up and started to frantically pat around, trying to find a source of light, a switch, your phone, anything. Until you felt something, it felt like a camera. You grabbed it, turned it on, and started to look through the pictures.

What you saw made you frown in disgust. Girls. Girls that looked drunk, and covered in their own crimson blood. Each shot was more gruesome than the other. Until the last one. It was Kate. She had a sad look on her and...

"OI CUNT WAKE THE HELL UP!" You awoke to someone screaming outside your door. You groggily sat up and reached for you phone out. Five thirty in the fucking morning. You clicked your tongue and got your oversized (f/c) sweater and wore it, took a hit and opened your door, to reveal, the ever so lovely, Nathan fucking Prescott.

"Do you realize, that it's five thirty in the fucking morning, the sun isn't even up, and you're hear screaming like a fucking maniac?!" You angrily told him off but made sure your voice wasn't too loud to wake the wholw dorm up. You took a long hit and exhaled, looked Nathan dead in the eyes and asked,

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Jesus Christ I just wanted to take you out for breakfast, what's with you?" Nathan answered as if YOU were the one guilty. You were too tired to even fight him and just threw your blunt into your room and said, "Give me five minutes."

You closed the door and him and started to change from your oversized shirt and shorts to a (f/band) shirt and jeans, matched with a red flannel wrapped around your waist. You took your favorite beanie and bag, opened the door and left with Nathan muttering a string of curses.

"You look so fucking edgy." Nathan remarked, trying to hide a snicker

"You look so fucking stoned you ass, don't press on my dick today." You barked back, already in a bad mood as you slept late from last night's events.

"Dude, chill, will you? What happened? You look like a drugie- Well you are but, you know." He asked while you wers both walking to his car. You ruffled your hair slightly, trying to get your mind off that dream.

"Nothing that should concern you, Prescott. It was all good yesterday but hella exhausting." You told him, plopping on the car seat when you both reached the car. He started it without question and headed towards Two Whales. He turned on the radio and it immediately played High Hopes by Panic.

You were still a little rough from the early morning drive but decided to let it go and just listen to the song. Nathan took notice of this and had a mental note for himself, the hipster apparently likes patd.

When you finally arrived at the diner, Nathan immediately ran out and into the diner without even waiting for you. What the fuck?? You thought as you watched his fleeting form. Today is already starting weird and you were not in the mood to deal with such.

When you walked in the diner, Nathan was at an almost hidden booth and covering his face with the menu. He could've been recognizable if it weren't for his signature red jacket. You sat across him and snatched the menu, making him glare at you.

"Okay, weirdo, what the fuck's your deal? You wake me up hella early then proceed to run ahead of me in the diner and try to hide? What the fuck is that about?" You started angrily, he took the menu from your hands and covered his face once again, but this time, only at the side. "Listen here, hipster,"

He shifted a bit then continued, "there's someone here that we don't want trouble with. He could easily rip our guts off and throw us to the side of the road." Nathan said seriously, it was pretty unbelievable that someone like that exists in Arcadia Bay, but then, you and Max existed so not really.

All you could do was raise your hands to a defeat and let out a sigh. "Whatthefuckever, Prescott." You called over for the waitress and asked her to get you blueberry pancakes and orange juice. You asked Nathan what he wanted and he said the same for him. The waitress left and you two were quiet.

Nathan was still hiding behind the menu book, taking a glance once in a while. He finally let the menu down and just started fiddling on his phone.

Un. Fucking. Believable

"Let me get this straight. You dragged my ass all the way out here, at fucking five thirty am and– for what?! For you to type away on your phone?! To be fucking weird and shit?! Bitch, if it weren't for the food I'm getting I'd bw leaving your crusty ass outta here!" You snapped, he was astonished at first but quickly hid his face again. This angered you even more but before you could say anything, he quickly told you.

"Relax and keep quiet. He's looking at us." You started to turn around to find who the hell that "he" was. Apparently, everyone in the diner was looking at you, to which, you gave zero fucks about. You could only cross your arms and wait for your food at this point.

"You're a real piece of art, aren't you, Prescott? Just real ama–"

"Natham Prescott with a little blabber mouth, I see." Someone said above you, you looked at whoever it was. He was a tall man, dirty blond hair and had a foeming stuble. He looked as if he wasn't sleeping for weeks now and might be a druggie.

"Frank."