𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 | 𝐟. 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 ON HOLD

fifteen

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Vivian was currently sat in the front row
of a boxing match, watching Bonnie Gold fighting Goliath.

Blood, sweat and spit flew around them, as each man pummelled the other.

Vivian didn't know much about boxing, only that the first person to knock the other out was the winner.

She watched the match, cheering the younger boy on, screaming at the top of her lungs, hoping to be heard over the roaring crowd.

Bonnie landed a few punches on the man's head, causing the women beside Vivian to yell in delight, "Go, Bonnie!" Yelled Lizzie.

As Vivian continued watching what was happening, Polly stood, trying to make her way out through the crowd. She grabbed hold of the girl, leaning down to speak to her, "We're going to the lavatory."

The woman pulled the girl from her seat, leading her through the crowd of on lookers. Lizzie, Ada and Linda were on their tails, following closely behind them.

Vivian looked around as she was walking, looking for the auburn haired boy.

She caught sight of the all too familiar emerald green eyes. She could see the questioning look her gave her.

"Lavatory." She mouthed to him, hoping he would be able to understand, but he was swept away in the crowd, lost to her eyes.

The girl sighed, wishing she could just go back to her apartment with him. She just wanted to be alone with him.

The pair had spoken since the events in the office. They'd also spent the night together since then. The boy had been spending all his free time at her place, he was even sleeping there.

They acted like a couple, even though they weren't. Officially.

They loved each other, but they weren't together yet. Vivian knew that's what she wanted, and she was sure it's what Finn wanted also.

The dark haired girl followed after the women, allowing them to lead her into the dimly lit hallway. Polly took hold of her arm again, "Come on, darling. This way."

Ada and Lizzie walked ahead of the pair, chatting softly to each other.

When they entered the bathroom, Vivian had to squint her eyes, the harsh white light stinging them, compared to the warm, dimmed light in the hallway.

The girl stood by the sinks, Ada looked in one of the mirrors, carefully reapplying her lip stick. Polly was handing around a bottle of whiskey. Linda looked in the mirror, looking at the slimey spit on her back, "Those filthy bastards. They need to learn to keep their fucking saliva to themselves." She suddenly burst out with.

The other women looked at each other, trying their hardest not to laugh at the blonde haired woman.

Linda lifted her bag, "I'm going back out, don't want to miss the match." She said, a sly look on her face.

And with that, she was gone.

Vivian spoke, "Right, Polly, why did you bring us out here?"

The older woman looked at her, then to Lizzie, "Well, Lizzie here's got some news." She said with a smirk.

"Fuck sake, Pol." The woman said, lighting the cigarette that was hanging from her lips.

At that, Ada spun around, the topic gaining her attention again, "Oh, really?"