━━ KEEPING SECRETS | ❝ Who you are and what you are, are two completely different things. Don't let one consume the other. ❞
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in which they both discover there's more than meets the eye
civil war - homecoming
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BOOK ONE...
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i. MOUTH FULL OF WHITE LIES
"NOT THAT your opinion matters, but Kill Bill is the best Quentin Tarantino movie," Finn grunted, struggling to pull his textbooks that weighed more than him out of his locker. He gripped them by their sides with both arms holding them against his chest.
The blonde squinted her eyes, "What about Pulp Fiction? You were praying to Vincent Vega for weeks like you were apart of some cult."
"The Bride could literally slit Vincent Vega's throat in his sleep and he wouldn't even know what hit him."
Jo, not understanding his pop culture references, nodded along as he rambled. A book slipped out from under his grasp and the girl to his left attempted to catch it smoothly, to no avail. In the process, not only did she miss the book, but she tried to use her friend as support. Ultimately and embarrassingly for both of them, led to Jo on her hands and knees and the mop headed boy against the lockers.
"Sorry," she spoke lowly as passerby's giggled.
"Real nice, Stacy," he muttered.
She reluctantly stood up, prioritizing keeping her eyes towards anything other than the group of jocks ahead of them. "I guess you could say I was falling for you," she spoke coolly, trying to ease tension.
A scoff left his mouth disregarding her cheesiness, "You make me unbelievably sick."
"I think you mean slick," she corrected. Her finger found it's way down the hall towards a beautiful girl with short wavy, emerald green hair. "It got Renny's attention."
Hot pain shot up her hand to her arm as it was quickly drawn towards the ground. "Why would you point?" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper. "Why would you ever point?"
In a rush, he bolted towards the cafeteria passing the girl with an awkward movement of his hands that almost made his books slip again. With a laugh and shake of her head, Jo followed him through the swinging doors of what the both of them renamed the 'Dog Wagon'.
Due to the slop that was served on the side of the main coarse, the name for it seemed more than appropriate.
"Hey, don't worry, Casanova," she started with the upmost sarcastic sympathy. "That wave you threw her, totally did not make your situation worse at all."
He shot her the most artificial glare he could muster knowing that there was no way she would let it down. While they took their seats at their normal table, Finn's eyes squished together while shaking his head as the girl from the hallway whispered to her friend and giggled, making direct eye contact with the duo across the way.
