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JULIET VALENTINE SMIRKED as kat pulled her car up next to her sister's, their music sounding out bianca's shitty girly pop song. as much as juliet adored the younger girl like she was her own sister, god was she an annoying, self-absorbed brat at times. plus, her taste in music sucks ass. the blonde looked over to her younger sister, almost challenging her with the glare she was giving.
before any words could leave bianca's mouth, most likely a string of curses, the traffic lights turn green and kat zooms towards the school parking lot. "i fucking hate this shit hole." juliet states, pulling out a cherry flavoured dum dum from her small, louis vuitton purse, unwrapping the sweet treat before gently placing it in between her plump lips, sucking softly.
the pair begin to walk towards the school, cherry seductively swaying her hips whilst her blonde best friend walks in unbothered. they stop suddenly upon noticing a poster for prom, causing them both to scoff and rip it off the wall. "hey!" a girl whines, and the brunette turns around, giving her a wink and her signature smirk, before turning back around and walking into the school building with kat, both laughing hysterically.
"i'll see you in english, perky needs me in her office." the brunette rolls her eyes.
"was this about what happened in the cafeteria?" kat chuckles, shoving her books in her locker, and then looking back at juliet.
"yeah, and it's totally unfair! it was harmless fun! even reginald would agree." jules winked, referring to the main male character in ms. perky's kinky, forty year old virgins novel. kat and juliet were, originally, the only students who knew about it, because they had broken into her office and the word document tab was still open, leaving them scarred from the vile words on there. soon enough, someone else had found out about it and had told the hold school. "anyway, i better get going, don't wanna be late for my date with reginald." the girl bids, making her way towards the office.
"ayyyy, it's you!" the girl beams, a smile making it's way onto her face as she spots patrick verona, standing in the doorway of ms. perky's room. "ooo, fresh meat." she teased when spotting an unfamiliar kid, who looked heavily intimidated by the delinquent. the unknown teen nodded his head at the principle and quickly scurried out of the room.
"patrick verona and juliet valentine, i see we're making our visits a weekly ritual." the old woman started as she made her way back to her desk and sat down on it.
"only so we could have these moments together. should i uh, hit the lights?" the boy gestures towards the light switch, making the girl next to him grin.
"ooh, very clever kangaroo boy." the elderly woman retorted, making juliet wheeze. "shut it, valentine." the girl immediately stopped. "it says here the two of you exposed yourselves in the cafeteria." at her words, patrick sighed sarcastically.
"i was joking with the lunch lady, it was a bratwurst." patrick told her, nudging the girl next to him, as if to say 'shush', as she couldn't contain her snickers.
"bratwurst?"
"oop, she's gonna tell reginald." cherry muttered, pulling the finished lollipop stick out of her mouth and throwing it in the bin.
"aren't we the optimist?" perky asked, eyeing patrick up and down before doing the same to cherry, making them both scrunch their faces up in disgust. "what's your excuse, valentine?"
"well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." she shrugged, and this time, it was her turn to nudge the boy next to her due to his laughter.
"patrick, next time, keep it in your pouch. as for you juliet, maybe don't take off your top every time a guy takes off his pants." ms. perky finishes, causing juliet's jaw to drop at the silent slut-shaming. she slowly closed her mouth, eyes falling to look at the floor.
fuck you and your fucking internalised mysoginistic ass, she thought.
"scoot!" the principle yelled, as the two walked out of the classroom.
"until next time, cherry!" patrick yelled at the girl, watching as she smirked at him.
"see ya, verona." the brunette waved goodbye to the raven-haired male, taking the short route to her english classroom, knowing that the delinquent was going to take the long route. as badly behaved as juliet valentine could be, she was a damn good student and actually liked some of her lessons.
"i'm here whores!" she exclaims, walking into her english classroom and taking her seat behind kat.
"right on time miss valentine!" mr. morgan shouts and claps his hands. "ok then, what did everyone think of 'the sun also rises'?" he points to a girl who had raised her hand.
"i loved it, he's so romantic." the girl sighs dreamily and rests her chin in her palm.
"if by romantic, you mean a toxic and absuive asshole who spits misogyny like a rapper, then yeah, sure, he's romantic." juliet argues.
"romantic? hemingway? he was an abusive alcoholic mysoginist who swandered half his life hanging around picasso trying to nail his leftovers." the blonde joins in.
"as opposed to a bitter, self-righteous hag who's only friend is the slut who can't keep her legs closed?" joey donner retorts. cherry stands up and grabs her bag, takes a compass out of it and walks over to joey's desk.
"i may be a slut, but i still wouldn't fuck you." she announces, a deadly tone in her voice as she slams her compass into his desk, making him jump back in fear as a bunch of "ooo's" go around the class.
juliet heads towards the door, bumping into patrick on her way out and heads towards the bathroom, refusing to let her tears fall and her anger excel. because if there's one thing juliet valentine wouldn't do, and trust me, there's a lot she would do, it was letting people get the best of her.
fuck my life...
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oop first chapter's done 🙈
if you could not already tell from my author's note on 'bambi' i fucking love heath ledger so here's me writing it out.
ok? vale.
speaking of 'bambi', you know how many times i accidentally wrote her name in this book? sheesh
anyways, feel free to vote and comment, you can even tell me about how shit your mental health is in the comments and i'll be your therapist bc apparently i'm really good at giving advice 😌
