This Is What Makes Us Girls

Three-Dylan and Finn

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Finn stood in the kitchen,she was cold. Her wrist wouldn't stop trembling and she felt numb. She didn't understand why her body was feeling this way.

The short girl couldn't help but think of what could possibly be keeping Zayn. She needed someone to reach the tall things for her.

"I see that you're here." That was Dylan's distinct voice. She talked in a threatening way. Nothing Dylan said came off as nice. No matter what Dylan always left you thinking that she was after you,that you had to watch your back.

"Of course I'm here." Finn scoffed,she reached for a pan in a cabinet above, "I'm the one that introduced you twats to this place."

Dylan approached Finn from behind and grabbed the pan for her. Finn was never one to say thank you so the room was silent afterwards and Dylan lingered closely behind Finn.

"You're Lolita is upstairs crying her eyes out." Finn mocked Lolita's name by emphasizing the "lee" with a smug smirk.

Dylan ignored Finn's d*ckheadness and just simply shrugged.

"You know act so possessive of her,but I can tell that you honestly don't give a f*ck." Finn stated. Finn was trying to press Dylan's buttons. Every time Finn began feeling ways she couldn't explain she took it out on someone. She rather be a complete *sshole and jab at people where they were raw than deal with her own flaws.

"Possesive and caring is clearly and explicitly different." Dylan said. Dylan moved away from Finn's body when she remembered that she really hated this chick.

"But." Dylan said. " I do care."

"Well that sl*t should come to your house crying and not Zayn's." Finn's spat turning around,away from the stove. Dylan watched the pan within Finn's grasp closely. Dylan watched the tiny girls movements with caution.

"Whatever." Dylan muttered. Dylan was smart to get away before things got nasty.

Dylan could remember the busted lip,broken rib,and black eye that Finn had gave her once.

They fought over the dumbest sh*t and that time it was over a misplaced hoodie. Finn's favorite hoodie. In those days Dylan had the slightest crush on Finn and was always accused of taking Finn's stuff and wearing it around town so people could get the impression that they dated. That wasn't the case though. Finn's hoodie was simply in the dryer,but Dylan had to take a beating in front of all the girls that she didn't want to look weak in front of.

Dylan cringed at the memories and the pain.

I'm not weak anymore,she thought clenching her fist. I could kill this short b*tch if I wanted.

Dylan decided to just chill for this moment. She plopped down on Zayn's sofa and pulled out her phone. She didn't expect to see a text from Taylor at the top of her screen.

Starbucks.ten minutes. -xT

"F*ck." Dylan groaned standing up. As she stood she saw Zayn and Lolita come walking down the stairs. Lolita walked slowly and Zayn trailed behind her.

"Princess." Dylan smirking smugly,eyeing Lolita's appearance,she could tell that she'd been crying,but who cares.

"Hey Dylan." Lolita murmured. Lolita bypassed Dylan and grabbed her purse off the couch behind her.

"Zayn's taking me home." Lolita sighed, "See you at school."

Dylan raised her eyebrows as if she just remember that she was only seventeen. Her fake ID had her thinking that she was really an adult,they lived an adult lifestyles but they were still just girls. Girls that were only seniors in high school. Girls who had to resort to school Monday because today was officially the last day of summer.

Dylan blowed out her breath before spinning on her heels and walking out of the living room,dismissing the two improperly.

After seeing that Dylan had left,Zayn grabbed Lolita's hand and interlocked it with his.

"F*cking b*stards." Finn muttered. She covered her eyes and tried to unsee what she just saw.

After breathing exercises and muttering "calm down" to herself Finn continued to cook,telling herself that it was nothing. Zayn's hands were just cold so he grabbed hers.

Finn had no idea what she was cooking.
So far she had a pan out,three knifes,and Zayn's silver revolver.

She described the gun as beautiful and flawless. Perfection. Why did she have the gun out? She shook her head before placing it back into the drawer where it goes.

Finn ignored her ringing phone and her jumbled thoughts she just continued to cut air and slice tension.

Pain would be her meal.

(Authors note)

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