two young women broken and beaten to the bone....they helped one another for the longest time. through thick and thin, they were together. trauma, blood, tears, torture....the things that bonded them all seemed to be filled with the putridity of dea...
" a sound caught the attention of the class—the door. "
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THERE HE STOOD, BAG IN HAND. his smirk apparent on his perfectly framed pale face. his hair, a dark cluster of curls that covered his dark eyes. he licked his lips, leaning against the door frame. he was tall—though stood slouching—being supported only by the frame as his left foot sat loosely in front of his right, legs lazily crossed. "ah...you must be wolfhard, yes?" mrs. pfiefer questioned, knowing her answer. he nodded. she told him to pick a place to sit, going through the rules—adding the typical "no special treatment" ordeal.
"lilyenne! look at him, isn't he hot?" madison exclaimed. "of fucking course he's hot! like smoking fucking hot!" she replied, trying to be as quiet as possible. madison winked, biting down on her pen to suppress a giggle. lilyenne rolled her eyes, smiling before going back to focusing on her sketch.
10 minutes has passed.
"pst!" "pst, hey!" "you, with the glasses..."
her head snapped upward. him. he'd taken the seat in front of her. her heart was pounding a bit, but she wasn't going to let him faze her, he was a playboy. she rolled her eyes once more. "the hell do you want, stalker?" she snapped. he bit down on his lip slightly, out of habit. "i need a pen," he whispered. her eyes glided to the expensive pen in his left hand. "huh...see, i am nearly positive there's a perfectly suitable pen in your left hand there," she spat. "yeah, well i want yours," he said. "and why's that?" "because you haven't put it down since i got here, you've put it in your mouth and everything. maybe it'll give me some good luck for a change," he announced sarcastically, adding a sly smirk. she smiled ever so slightly for a split second before it vanished, replaced by her typical bitch face. "if i give you the pen, will you shut the fuck up and stop looking at me?" she grumbled. "swear," he replied. she tossed him the pen went to grab another—only to be stopped by him once again. "take mine," he said. she scoffed, taking his pen. "oh, and by the way...my fingers were crossed," he added.
lilyenne continued to work on her sketch. she drew women, preferably nsfw—her current project fell into that category. it should be noted that lilyenne....was really fucking gay. Well— bisexual, however, she had the tendency to act really fucking gay. that is one of the reasons she drew nsfw...and also because she was only good at drawing female anatomy. oh, also because she liked to write little stories to go along with her characters—which soon developed into comic strips. really fucking gay comic strips. "why're you drawing porn," she flinched slightly. "uh, im really fucking gay...and because it's fun, obviously," she scoffed. he smirked. again. "i might be able to change that..." he bit his lip and squinted his eyes. "bAbYgiRl," she paused, stood, inhaled, and slapped the boy across the face. "lilyenne!" mrs. pfiefer exclaimed. "forgive me ma'am, but this boy has sinned!" she stated. it should also be noted that this sentence was quoted in lilyenne's horrible voice reenactment of edgar allen poe.
"both of you, after school detention."
with that, it was settled. lilyenne and finn would be imprisoned
that very day. ***disclaimer! just to clarify, no—i did not get the "lilyenne was really fucking gay" quote from Madison! i wrote this chapter along with the first one before she had sent her part to me, we both just ended up having the same idea. i hope you guys are enjoying the story so far!!!
