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Update!

What If..? chapter 2 has been fully posted along with a short excerpt from a future chapter of Deer Caught in my Headlights. I hope you enjoy!

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"I have loved you for so long that I could never imagine hating you or being angry at you… I don’t think I can ever hate you, but I think it would’ve been better had I never talked to you or seen you again."

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What If..? Chapter 2

I was walking toward Mr. Sen’s class, my heels clicking as the crowd cleared a path for me. Being popular meant these idiots knew better than to block my way. If that nerd I talked to earlier in class was right, Mr. Sen should be in his room. I walked down the halls until I was standing in front of his door and I smiled to myself making sure my outfit was still fine before knocking on the door and entering.

“Mr. Sen? I was told you were in here?” I looked around to find the classroom completely deserted. The lights were off and the computer at his desk was as well. 

I closed the door quietly behind me before going over to his desk. No reason I can’t learn a thing or two while I figure out where the hell he went. I open the first drawer and go through some of the papers in there. Mainly lesson plans and homework answers, not what I was aiming for. 

I close the first drawer and open the second one. It’s empty, I stick my hand in to feel around and my finger catches on something, with jagged edges. It feels like... a key? I pulled it out and looked at it, seeing a small piece of duct tape had been keeping it in place. I see numbers engraved on the side, two-three-one. Maybe an extra apartment key? Or an extra classroom key. 

I close the drawer and open the last one, seeing a first aid kit and a slip of folded up paper. I pull out the paper and unfold it grinning as I read what’s on it. A home address with an apartment number of two-three-one. I take a photo of the address before folding it up and putting it back in. Normally I wouldn’t consider pranking him with something so childish as egging or tping his house. However, there might be more useful information for me there, and who didn’t get scared at finding out a stranger had gone through their things.

I close the drawer after checking it one last time and sit down in his chair wondering when the man will finally show up. I click a few keys on the keyboard and watch it come to life, asking for some kind of password I don’t have. I sigh, feeling myself get bored as I wait. No man or guy has ever made me wait this long for them! It’s been over thirty minutes by now and still no sign of that annoying shortie. I lean my head back and stare up at the ceiling, a smirk slowly forming on my face as I think of some way to greet him. I wonder...

“Miss Caliente? A student told me you were here to see me.” the lights flicked on and I waved from where I was, sitting on his desk my legs crossed as I smiled at him.

“Mr. Sen! So glad you finally made it, I’ve been waiting forever.” he walked till he was in front of me and stared up at me, clearly not amused.

“Get off my desk, Miss Caliente.” I shook my head no and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer. 

“We could have a bit of fun, Mr. Sen~ After all, what’s the point of having someone as hot as me in your life if you never…. Have fun with them once or twice.” I laugh softly one of my hands pulling his glasses off when out of nowhere he grabs my wrist and he squeezes. My eyes widen as I feel pain shoot up my hand making me yelp and let go of his glasses. I try to back up a bit on his desk as I hold my wrist close to me. That asshole nearly broke my wrist! Could he not take a joke? Then again this was just to test the waters, still he reacted so violently!

“Next time, Miss Caliente, it’d be good for you to know that I don’t prefer high schoolers,” I glare at him and he glances at my hand “, and I am sorry about your hand, I got carried away, I’m afraid.” He holds his hand out and I slowly hold my hurt wrist out towards him. I swear I could see a bruise forming where his hand had been. If this bastard hurts me again he’s getting something worse than being fired!

He starts rubbing circles into my skin and I watch him confused as to how this is supposed to help with the pain. However as slowly as it happens, the pain does go away after a few minutes of him doing this and he kisses the back of my hand before letting go. I feel heat rush to my face as I huff and take my hand away. It takes more than a simple kiss to charm me. I’m the one charming guys all the time after all.

“Thanks for nothing then.” I shove past him towards the door, I didn’t hear a word from him. I look back to see him moving behind his desk and sitting down at the computer. He doesn’t care if I leave? I feel my body tremble in rage as I leave and slam the door shut. Maybe I should explore his apartment next. Maybe leave a mess just to freak him out without bothering to check for anything useful. I felt incredibly angry and it was getting worse as I marched off to my third class of the day.

Lunch was boring without Kennedy. The girl was smart enough to know I was still mad at her, but she didn’t even show up! It just made me angrier with her. I whined leaning against Nick as he talked to that blonde with highlights friend of his in our Spanish class about something the teacher said. He’s paying attention in class? Wow, who knew punks had brains.

“Nick!” He looked over at me and I booped his nose making him laugh.

“Yes, Kry?” I pout softly as I let my elbow rest on the table.

“Where’s Kennedy?” He shrugged and I frowned not liking that answer. Why did no one know where she was? Or was he hiding it from me?

“Nick, don’t hide things from me.” He sighed as he pulled me onto his lap and kissed my forehead. A nice gesture but not enough!

“She’s probably with her math teacher.” I froze and looked up at him. 

“She’s where?” He groaned annoyed about having to answer all my questions.

“She wanted to talk to him about…” Talk to him? No way they were just talking! I tuned him out as I got up and started walking towards Mr. Sen’s classroom for the second time today. It wasn’t even seventh period yet!

“I can’t believe her!” I kicked one of the  lockers as I passed by and watched as people scatter, in surprise or fear, I didn’t care. I didn’t bother knocking either when I arrived at his door and I walked in slamming it shut behind me watching as Kennedy jumped in shock at the loud sudden noise.

Mr. Sen is at his desk going through one of the locked drawers and his suit jacket and shirt are completely missing. Kennedy is also leaning across his desk in a way I do when trying to get what I want. Her arms spread out on the desk in a way that reveals her breasts (as non existent as they are) and leaning as close as possible to him despite being on the opposite end. She knows he’s mine to get fired. Why is she doing this!?

“Krystal-” I cut her off, letting all the anger I had built over the day unleash onto her.

“Don’t even try it, you fucking bitch! I told you he was mine, and when I get mad at you for trying to ruin my fun, you go ahead and do what you told me not to do? People call me the slut when they should have been looking at you! Perfect little Miss Cheerlead who apparently likes older men more than me!!” tears welled up in her eyes with every word I spat out at her. Once I finished did they start falling down her face in big fat ugly tears as she hurried past me running away into the hall. I looked back to Mr. Sen who was pulling on another white button-up shirt and his suit jacket. Did he not even care that he’s the reason I had to yell at Kenni? He looked as unemotional as he always did. It bothered the hell out of me.

“Are you happy, Miss Caliente? You’ve driven your best friend away and one of the few people who can put up with you. You should give her more credit.” I glare at him growling under my breath as I lean against his desk, towering over him by a good 3 inches even in flats.

“It’s her fault for going against me and I thought you said high schoolers aren’t your type?” he sighed as he grabbed something from the drawer and tossed it at me. I pulled it away from my face to see a white button-up shirt covered in.. coffee? “Miss Miller came in here to talk to me about last night’s homework assignment and if she could get my help since she was busy with cheer practice. I said yes but she ended up spilling her drink on me halfway through.” he gestured over to one of the desks and I saw Kennedy’s bag hanging from a seat along with coffee covered papers. How did I miss that before? Oh well, not my fault.

“Then she shouldn’t have been looking like such a slut, I wouldn’t have thought she had tried to fuck you.” Mr. Sen sighed before taking the shirt from me and putting it back in the drawer.

“You should apologize before she decides not to forgive you, and do not call Miss Miller that ever again. Or you’ll end up with a punishment worse than detention.” worse than detention? Was that even a thing? Expulsion? Suspension? Not even a possibility for me when Dad was basically funding our school.

“Oooh, what are you gonna do to me? Tie me up and throw away the key?” I smirked as I sat on his desk leaning closer as he walked around towards Kennedy’s desk, starting to gather up her papers and other stuff she left behind when she started bawling like a baby. How is he just able to ignore me?!

“It’s not what I’m going to do. It’s what you’ll end up doing. You’re a very destructive person, destructive people are usually alone. Kennedy seems to be good for you, so maybe don’t hurt her?” I growled in annoyance as I got off his desk and headed for the door.

“Maybe if you wouldn’t be in these situations with her, I wouldn’t have to yell at her!” I left the classroom and closed the door behind me. Don’t hurt Kennedy? He does like her more than me! What’s so appealing about her? I have a better body, a better wardrobe, a better house, a richer family. So what does he see in her that he doesn’t in me? I went to my locker tossing it open and grabbing the bottle of vodka inside. I slam the locker door shut before opening the bottle and tossing my head back, gulping down the sour liquid as it burned my throat with every swallow. Vodka and a bit of nicotine would help my mood. I took a breath after, feeling a little whoozy and leaning on my locker. Okay, maybe a lot of nicotine.

After school, I decided to walk home. Once I heard the teachers had some kind of meeting and had to stay after, I decided to go to Mr. Sen’s place instead and see if he had anything I could use as blackmail material. It sounded like a good idea to my drunken mind. It sounded better than just fucking up his apartment like I wanted to do when I got angry. Said apartment was supposedly a five-minute walk away from my own house so I walked. 

Halfway there as I was passing the highway, I thought I heard screaming but it had stopped so suddenly I wasn’t sure. Nicotine had made me hear weirder things before. So had alcohol, and people around here tended to be drunk hobos anyway. If anyone was screaming, they probably deserved whatever was happening to them. Why was I being so moral- immoral right now?

“I must be high still.” I muttered under my breath as I continued walking and texted Addy I’d be walking home or taking an Uber. He texted back by the time I got outside Mr. Sen’s door, I was about to use the key when a nearby apartment door opened.

“Oh, hello there!” I turned to see an elderly lady peeking her head out her door and looking at me. Shit. I could barely think with so much alcohol and nicotine in my system. Thank god she was far away enough not to smell any of it on me.

“Oh um hi! Nice to meet you, ma’am.” I gave her a small wave, leaning on the door for support to hide the fact I was drunk and off balance. Why were there there of her-

“It’s nice to meet you too dear! What are you doing at Akira’s apartment?” Shit shit shit! I needed to think of a really good lie. 

“I’m his uh cousin! I left something here and he gave me his key to come and get it. He’s stuck at school.” She nodded in understanding before laughing softly. She bought that? I’m not even asian was she blind?

“Well visit more often, he looks so lonely! He told me he was on bad terms with his family but I’m glad he at least has someone.” bad terms with his family? Something to look into later for sure. Maybe I could find a way to do a background check.

“I certainly will, Miss um I didn’t catch your name?” I tried to pretend to be interested, so she wouldn’t write me off as evil and tell Mr. Sen.

“Oh! Mrs. Lawsten, nice to meet you, dear!”

“Please call me Krystal! It was nice meeting you but I better head inside.” Yes, let me go inside and away from you crazy lady!

“Oh of course dear don’t let me keep you. Have a good day now.” I waved bye to the old bag of wrinkles before unlocking the door and going inside, locking it back up behind me. I nearly fell over onto the floor and the sudden motion made me wanna puke. I leaned against the wall, trying to hold it in as I surveyed his apartment from the front door.

 The first thing I noticed was how neat it was. Everything was clean and all that was on his coffee table was a laptop and bowl of peppermints. I took a peppermint, popping it into my mouth and putting the wrapper back. Peppermints were something I always loved eating during hangovers or when I was coming down from a high. It’s just one, I doubt he’ll miss it. I started up his laptop and luckily he left it unlocked. I nearly laugh at his lack of safety as I open up his internet browser before looking at his search history. 

Mainly sites about alien sightings or recent murders. Wow, when was there an increase in murders? I should watch the news more, maybe. Maybe not. I clicked through his folders until I stumbled across some kind of web diary. I tried emailing the folder to myself but the thing was password protected. I groan as I close everything and turn the laptop back off. I’ll go through it more later.

I drifted off towards another room and opened the door, finding his bed (also neat, freaking neat freak), closet, and dresser. Inside the dresser is nothing but clothes. I went to the bedside table and opened it, finding a small ornate box. It was super shiny almost like it was made of crystal, pun not intended. I opened the top of it and gasped softly as I held up the familiar beautiful sky blue gem. 

Hanging off a black steel chain and surrounded by tiny black diamonds was this amazing blue sapphire shaped like a heart. In the center was a tiny diamond that seemed to shimmer.  I held it up to the light and watched as the color reflected across the room. I may have been drunk and woozy and just a bit of a dazed fool, but I knew this was the same necklace I had been drawing for days. It really existed! I jumped as I heard a door open and nearly dropped the necklace. I grabbed it by the chain and closed the box and table drawer as quietly as I could. When the sound of footsteps got louder, I wiggled underneath the bed and stayed hidden only then realizing I’m still holding the necklace. Shit. I forgot to put it back-!

The door opens before I can try and put the necklace back. I stay hidden under the bed and cover my mouth for extra measure as I watch those ugly shoes move around the room. The man needs better taste I swear.

A ringtone goes off and I hear a ringtone before the bed dips. Those shoes are kicked off showing a long pair of black socks. Even his socks need help.

“Hello? Um yes, last week was fun, I’ve just been… busy with the new job. Thank you again for the referral, I didn’t think I’d enjoy high school math this much.” Who was he talking to? I couldn’t hear the other person, making it incredibly hard to guess. I probably didn’t know them anyway, but it sounded like maybe another teacher?

“I can stop by tonight if you miss me? Yes, I have time. I'm just overly stressed. This student of mine, she’s proving to be a real pain.” I hear the sound of a buckle before watching as his pants hit the ground. Too bad I couldn’t watch, though I wonder who that student is? Probably me, it’s a bit flattering he talks about me. It’s not unexpected that I’m the main one on his mind, I mean look at me. I’m gorgeous.

“I can tell you more tomorrow if you want… Heh, I’ll see you then, bye.” I heard a soft thud, probably his phone being tossed, and then he walked out of the room. Now was my chance to get out of here! 

I wriggled out from under the bed looking from the bedside table to the door. I had to put the necklace back but who knows when he’ll come back! I opened the door quietly, closing it behind me and rushing into the hallway. I paused at the end of the hall, quickly peeking past the wall to make sure he wasn’t in the living room before passing through and unlocking the door as quickly and quietly as I can. The click of the lock is sadly very loud, one of those electronic beeping ones, and I nearly growl in frustration as I open the door and run out towards the street. 

Once I’m on the sidewalk, I take a deep breath, my heart pounding. That would have been bad. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that on impulse, or drunk. I lean on the side of the building, my stomach doing flips as I feel my throat tighten. 

“Oh shi-” I cut myself off as I puke all over the cement, coughing and hacking after. Thankfully it didn’t get on my clothes. I take a deep breath, the last of the alcohol seeming out of my system with that as I run my hands through my hair and pause as I realize my hair clip is missing. Shit, if he finds that he might know it was me! I look back at the apartment building and sigh looking at the necklace in my hand. Still, if he tries to bring it up, I always have a way out. This necklace was kept in a pretty nice box… He’ll want it back.

“Addy! Are you home yet?” I look around the living room to see his homework and stuff covering the table along with college brochures and his laptop left open at some big shot University in Texas. We just started the school year and he already wants to leave me behind? Figures.

“Addy? Adam!” I go to the kitchen, finding a plate of spaghetti on the stove with a little sticky note attached.

Had to go to Nick’s house, call me when you get home, and if you don't, here's dinner.

~Adam (Not Addy)

I snorted as I crumbled up the note and tossed it into the trash. Addy (not Adam) knew me so well. I took the plate of pasta and went back to the living room. I close Adam’s laptop and stack all his papers on top to make room for me. I sit down and put my legs on the table, turning on the tv, and laughing to myself. I can call him later maybe. Oh reminds me, gotta call Nick about that concert! If I remember correctly it’s not for a few months but I need to talk to someone about it!

I roll my fork around the spaghetti noodles before taking a bite of it. Still warm, yum! I open up my phone and try to call Kennedy. Of course, it goes straight to voicemail! Does that girl not realize I have to talk to someone? I try to call Nick but I get the same result. I don’t even bother trying Adam if they’re hanging out together like the note says. When did they get so close anyway? The two hardly talked to each other until we hit highschool. Then Nick started going to his games when I refused and they studied (probably did something else but I was told they studied, yeah right) together.

 It’s boring being by myself and I don’t want to hear Adam nag me to do homework when he knows I won’t. Actually, what about that nerd in my first period? I could toy with him for a bit. That won’t be any fun though… 

I sigh as I look out the window only to see something dark and blurry near the fence into the next yard. I rub my eyes and look again but I don’t see anything near the fences after. I must be seeing things again. Maybe I need more alcohol- Except Adam hid it all when we got back from New York! Damn him.

By the time Adam gets back, I’m in PJ’s and laying on the couch. He pats my head before making me move my legs so he can sit down. He doesn’t say anything, he just seems to curl up pathetically and sleep. 

“Addy? Are you still awake?” I poke his cheek until he swats at me and his eyes open up as he sits up a bit.

“Still awake, I think. Why didn’t you call me- Actually I don’t care.” he sighs getting back up and trudging onto his room. I tilt my head in confusion before yelling after him.

“Goodnight Mr. Grumpy!”

“Goodnight Kry!” I roll my eyes and get up to turn off the tv. Afterward, I head to my room flicking the lights off in the living room. I jump onto my bed and wrap myself around a pillow. I look up to see the necklace on my desk, next to some of my design sketches. I reach over and grab it, putting it on and touching the blue gem. I don’t know why, but I really like this thing. More than that hair clip I lost. 

I pull the covers over me and grab my phone from beside me. I try to look up what kind of gem this is, it looks a lot like blue topaz. Not my favorite gem normally, I prefer opal more. As I look at the pictures of topaz, I notice most of the shades don’t match the gem I have. Maybe not a topaz then?

I turn around to face the wall as I scroll through more pictures. I will of course return it. I have to go back there again and hopefully find out more. This man had been here two days and already he was ruining my last year of high school when I’m supposed to be having fun, getting high, and doing all the shit I’ve dreamt of! 

I sigh and turn my phone off, putting it on the charger before turning around in bed. Kenni’s words were coming back to my mind and what had happened in Mr. Sen’s classroom. Ugh, curse that man for being so weird! My phone buzzed behind me and I turned to see who it was. The photo ID showed Kennedy and I scoffed. I wasn't mad but if I accepted her call she would know that. 

I turned around and let it ring until it turned off by itself. Then she called again and I growled in annoyance. I clicked my phone off this time and hugged my pillow. I might forgive her tomorrow. I need someone to talk to about my designs after all.

I woke up late and ended up missing my first and second periods. By the time I was actually dressed in a sweater and a pair of light blue jeans (within dress code thanks to the short Asian asshole) third period was basically over and I had missed half the school day almost. What a pity if I cared enough about this school.

“Kry! Why the hell are you so late?” I was busy trying to open up my locker to even look at Adam, Nick behind him leaning on a set of lockers looking bored out of his mind. Adam probably dragged him here when class ended.

“Normally you wake me up if my alarm doesn’t. You didn’t wake me up, and it took me a long ass time to find an outfit that would even let me in my seventh period.” I gestured to the turtleneck sweater and tight light blue jeans I was wearing. I didn’t even have time to do my normal makeup so I just threw on a basic foundation and concealer to hide my freckles with a bit of eyeliner and lipstick to make my eyes pop. Adam sighed tiredly as he ran a hand down his face, as he did his shirt shifted slightly and I could see the beginning of a dark red mark on his neck. Holy shi-

“Adam, did you get a girlfriend and not tell me?! So that’s why you couldn’t wake me up, you snuck out last night-!” Adam hurriedly covered my mouth, his whole face flushing red, Nick snickered behind him trying to muffle the sound with the back of his palm.

“Yeah no, Krystal he was with me last night, sorry to burst your bubble.” Nick laughed as Adam turned to him in anger and embarrassment all over his face and I pushed my brother’s hand away from my mouth, he was ruining my lipstick.

“Nick!!!” Adam looked mortified and I had no clue why. 

“Wait, then how did you get that little love bite~?” I teased him, making him whine as he covered his face. Oh, this was golden.

“He fell against the stair railing, bruised his whole shoulder all over. Why not show her?” Adam glared at him, almost as if he was attempting murder with his eyes. He seemed so tense now, yet also so relaxed as he yelled back at Nick.

“We’re in school, and I am not taking my shirt off in front of you or anyone here!” In front of Nick? That rubbed me wrong, but I shrugged it off. I had seen them both shirtless plenty of times, Nick was my sex buddy, Adam was my brother. Even more guys had seen me shirtless.

“Well anyway you two enjoy this newfound friendship you seem to have, I have a goal to be drunk by sixth period.” I opened my locker and took out the bottle of Vodka I had been saving for this very day. I sighed in bliss as I felt the cool glass against my fingers. 

The wrapping was a metallic red, and the glass itself colored blue with light frost wrapping around the bottle. Adam sighed as I grabbed my sketchbook as well, tucking the book under my arm and slamming the locker door shut. It dawned on me then that I didn’t have my backpack. Nick noticed me looking myself up and down trying to figure out where my bag went and he handed me his bag. I swear this man read me better than Adam sometimes.

“Thanks, I’ll give it back after school.” Nick tsked as he stopped leaning against the lockers, crossing his arms as he did so.

“Just don’t spill alcohol in it...again.” I laughed as I remembered junior year. He always leant me his backpack and I constantly spilled some sort of drink in it. Adam always bought him a new one though.

“No promises! I gotta go now.”

“Wait Kry! Are you going to talk to Kennedy? She’s been worried all day-”

“I’ll talk to her, don't worry, geez. Who do you think this bottle is for?” They looked at each other, then me. I sighed, shaking my head slightly as I shoved the bottle in Nick’s bag before zipping it up.

“You guys I may be a drunkard, but I drink in groups.”

“You don’t.”

“You got high on the roof by yourself and thought you could fly.” I winced at Nick’s words, bad memories that day. Especially since I wasn’t high.

“Anyway, I’m out. Have fun guys!” I waved bye as I walked off down the hall, my fingers going through my hair pulling at stray knots.

“Krystal, hang on a second I’m not done with you!!” Too bad I was done with my brother. They had dredged up too many bad memories for one conversation. I needed to drink and I needed to find Kennedy.

“Bye bye Addy!” I made sure to sound as cheerful as I normally did before dropping my hand and going out to the track field. She should be practicing with the squad now...

I found my bestie with her squad on the football field, they were practicing some sort of cheer and Kennedy was trying to hold up a pyramid formation. I winced as one of the girls on the other side let her girl go and they all toppled down. This was why I wasn’t a cheerleader, you may look cute as hell in a skimpy outfit but you have to learn hard and painful cheers. The cheer captain (a bitch named Calli, I hated her guts but somehow she got along with Kenni and everyone in our grade) dismissed them and I watched as Kennedy sat down on the bleachers as the other girls grabbed their bags to leave. I took a deep breath before heading out towards her, she was looking at some papers probably about their big competition.

“Hey superstar!” Kennedy jumped as she looked at me, a smile forming on her face as she folded the papers and shoved them in her bag rather quickly. That was odd-

“Kry! I thought you might still be angry with me…” She trailed off as she looked down at her shoes and kicked at the dirt. I scoffed as I sat down next to her and unzipped Nick’s backpack.

“I was really angry yesterday, but I forgive you and to celebrate the fight we have overcome I brought our favorite!” I took out the bottle, loving the little gasp of surprise that came out of her lips as she took it from me.

“This calls for a girl’s night. We’re taking over my living room and drinking this dry.” I whistled as the little goody two shoes practically drooled at her favorite wine.

“What about daddy dearest?”

“Oh he’ll be out on a date, I was gonna ask Nick to come over but this’ll be way more fun!” Why would she ask Nick over? I tried not to think the worst of my two closest friends (my only friends besides my own brother) hanging out together alone. Did they always do that?

“Yeah! A girl’s night, just you and me and a tv screen.” Kenni giggled excited as she hugged the bottle and we started to talk about classes, my designs, how her cheers were going. Mr. Sen was wrong. Kennedy and I had an unbreakable friendship and something as small as her making a mistake was not going to ruin it. I forgive people very easily after a day or two. We stopped talking when we heard a bell ring and Kennedy winced before getting up.

“Shoot, I have to change. I’ll see you seventh okay Kry?” I nodded as she handed the bottle back to me and I shoved it into my bag.

“Yeah, I promise even if I skip every class I will not skip Math!” She laughed as she picked up her bag and I stood up bringing her into a hug. Over her shoulder, I could see the papers from before sticking out. I gave her one last squeeze with my right arm as my left grabbed the papers from her bag. I smiled as I pulled away and quickly stood on her right before rushing her back inside.

“Now hurry before you’re late and ruin that perfect four-year attendance.”

“We both know it’s not perfect!” We laughed together and she headed inside waving bye to me. I waved back with my right as my left clutched the papers behind my back. The minute she was out of sight I sat back down and read them.

Your application for Stanford’s Archaeology Degree has been successfully received….

We ask that you call and schedule an interview at your earliest convenience to be considered as a Stanford student for the Department of Archaeology….

I paled as I read the rest. Stanford? What happened to our dream of moving in together and not going to college? That dream that we promised each other every year for five years straight! Did I mean so little to her? Was our friendship that unimportant that she’d leave at the drop of a hat? 

What if she had planned this back when we made that promise?

I was angry as I headed inside, slamming the door into the wall and opening up the bottle of vodka. Normally you take this in shots, but right now I could care less as I tilted my head back and swallowed the burning liquid. I didn’t stop until I couldn’t breathe and I inhaled deeply, coughing a little as I capped the drink. I ended up hiding in one of the stairways that lead to the roof. I drank from my oh-so-trusty bottle of vodka and drew in my sketchbook occasionally hiccuping. 

“Miss Caliente?” I jumped nearly dropping the bottle in my hand as I looked to see Mr. Sen staring at me. He was wearing another one of his formal suits and those awful shoes. Great, now he was going to sit here and judge me and back up Kennedy wasn’t he?

“What do you want you short prick?” I sniffled and wiped at my eyes, tears had been sitting there for a while but I had ignored them over sketching. I was working on this beautiful pink dress that reminded me of… Kennedy…

“I am not here to pick a fight with you, our meeting is a coincidence, however, I am worried about you. What’s wrong?” I scoffed glancing at him before the page in front of me. Everything felt so…. out of whack. Nick and Adam being friends, Kennedy never truly being my friend. This year was off to an awful start.

“Well, I just found out my brother is actually pretty close with my fuck buddy slash closest friend. I forgave Kennedy for yesterday and we talked and then I found her Stanford application papers… We promised each other to move in together, be free of our controlling families and not go to college. That we’d make money off of my fashion career…” I put the bottle down on a step above me as I wiped the stray tears away with my arm. 

“I see… So you are hurting that she never told you?” I scoffed at how wrong he was, this wasn’t about her leaving she had lied to me for over five years!

“She lied to my face, multiple times over the course of about five years shorty. I don’t care about her leaving, I care she didn’t tell me! Not like she has a chance of getting into Stanford.” Mr. Sen scoffed before sitting down on the step next to me.

“That’s exactly why she didn't tell you, Miss Caliente. You’re pessimistic when it means you won’t get your way, did you ever think maybe this was her dream? Going to Stanford means she had to take many honors classes and do a lot of volunteer work and club activities. Are you going to sit here and tell me you never noticed her go the extra mile? Even if she didn’t tell you, the way you’re thinking right now would break her heart if you said it to her face. Are you really okay with shattering the lifelong dream of your friends if it means they’ll be forced to stay by your side forever?” I was silent as he got back up, patting my head. That conversation went exactly how I expected, no one was ever on my side!

“However, she shouldn’t have promised you something like that. She gave you false hope when she undoubtedly had plans made even then. For that, I do give you my sincerest apologies.” My eyes widened and I looked up at him as his fingers ran through my hair. He gave me a smile and as he pulled his hand back, I instinctively grabbed it. It took me a second to realize what I had done, my face feeling warm as I looked back down and lowered my hand.

“Can you… do that a little longer?” He seemed to find my request funny as he laughed, though it sounded more like he was letting out air through his mouth as he continued patting my head. I closed my eyes and tried to remember this feeling. When was the last time someone truly apologized to me? Not something backhanded, but when did they last feel sorry for hurting me? There was a lot they had to be sorry for. Me though? I thought back to his words before and bit my lower lip as I thought back to what he had said. Maybe I did owe Kennedy one apology...

Seventh-period math was over some topic I had barely understood. Letters and stuff and how certain letters meant other things, it was confusing and awful. At least he let me in class today. I was a little hungover, something I think he was overlooking on purpose due to our talk earlier that day. Kennedy had tried to talk to me, but I just gave her a little wave and sat in my seat letting my head fall onto the cool surface of my desk.

My mind was full of thoughts ranging from betrayal to loneliness. How could she? I didn’t know how to handle this, and I wasn’t sure who to ask. Adam had been my first thought but he’d just stick up for her. He might have even known already with how much he talked to Nick lately and with how much Kennedy seemed to like him all of a sudden. Were they all closer to each other than I knew? Did they do stuff without me?

“Miss Caliente, if you won’t participate you can just leave my class.” My head snapped up as I heard a smack against my desk, my heart going into overdrive as I looked to my teacher, Mr. Sen, who was holding one of those long ruler sticks he walked around with. So it wasn’t just a kink of his…

“Sorry sorry, sir I’m listening-”

“Just go, if you don’t want to learn today then maybe you will tomorrow.” I blinked up at him then looked to the door. He was letting me leave? Why?

“Really-?”

“Go.”

“Yes sir!” I quickly grabbed Nick’s bag that I was using and left the class as fast as I could. As I turned to close the door behind me I could’ve sworn there was a smile on his face. Did he let me leave because of what happened? I felt my face heat up, as I walked down the hall toward my locker. Maybe I could run into Nick later and return this. If anyone knew anything about Kennedy, it’d be him.

After I put all my stuff away, I went looking for him in the normal places. The bathrooms, under the bleachers, even the principal’s office. Instead, I found him in the gym. I only passed by because I thought Adam might know something, but here the two of them were practicing their throws from the middle of the court for some reason. Adam made a shot and it bounced off the rim of the basket, he cursed under his breath but Nick just patted him on the shoulder before going to grab the ball.

“You put too much weight on your right arm, aren’t you left handed?” Adam just shrugged his shoulders as Nick tossed the ball to him. He bounced it against the floor before answering.

“Ambidextrous, doesn’t make a difference really.” Nick rolled his eyes before taking the ball right from Adam’s hands, the two running towards the basket Adam unable to catch up as eventually Nick jumped into the air and dunked the ball into the goal. I was a little amazed and surprised as I watched them from the entrance, Nick had never seemed the sporty type. 

Adam glared at Nick as he laughed and started spinning the ball on his finger. Adam tried to reach for the ball but Nick immediately pulled it behind his back out of reach from my brother and they began the chase back to half court with Nick talking as he moved.

“You see, if you put more weight on your dominant hand, Ada-” Adam’s face flushed all at once and he nearly stumbled as he tried to chase after Nick.

“I said not to call me that!”

“If you put weight on the proper hand you can shoot from anywhere! Even…” Nick trailed off as suddenly he came to a stop, whipping around and tossing the ball into the air. Adam came to a screeching halt, falling over as the two watched the ball sail through the air before it fell into the basket with a swish. Nick grinned as he leaned down to help Adam up, this cocky smile I had never seen before on his face.

“See? It’s as easy as pi- Hey!” Adam without a second thought, pulled Nick down onto him. The two fell onto the ground with a thump, Nick sitting up and looking down at Adam with a frown even as Adam was now laughing like crazy.

“The look on your face!”

“Hey now, don’t be angry because I scored on you twice!”

“We weren’t playing! You’re supposed to be helping me practice.” Nick rolled his eyes before settling himself onto Adam, burying his face in my brother’s neck and Adam flushed red again. Were they…. Always this close?

Nick must have been saying something because Adam started to speak again but more quiet, the echo of the gym unable to carry a word of their conversation over to me. It was a few more minutes before the two finally got up, Nick grabbing the ball with that same smile on his face.

“One on one?” Adam just sighed even as he got into position.

“Whatever.” I bit at my nail as the two started to play again, this time they laughed as they chased each other across the court. They hadn’t noticed me. Not even once. They were too absorbed in each other to even think that other people could notice. I mean why would they care about me? Not when they had… whatever that was between them. 

The bell rang as I headed outside, signaling the end of the school day for whoever was still inside. For some reason, I wanted to talk to Mr. Sen again. He had listened to me and tried to understand me. Something my own brother often gave up on doing. I felt my hands clench as I tried to take a breath. I needed a drink, maybe something hard. 

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Chapters 1 Complete!

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Deer Caught in my Headlights Prologue Complete

Della’s Memory April 13th, 11:35 AM

I was beyond excited, despite waking up late and nearly missing my free ride to school. How Schummer managed to party every night and still wake up before me was a mystery but I was in too good of a mood to let it get to me. She kept trying to ask me how things went with Rey, and I refused to tell her. I had to talk to him today. It was the only thing on my mind during classes, all the way until lunch. Except…

“Where is he?” I had been staring at the cafeteria entrance for over fifteen minutes, still no Rey. Alana and her friends had walked in already, even she seemed to be casting a glance or two towards the doors. What happened?

“Della, are you sure he actually agreed to be your friend? I mean you basically professed your love to him.” Aeden was still skeptical after I told him everything that happened though I should have mentioned my hallucinations had also vanished when we talked. I was on cloud 9 though and I did not want to bother him further with my medical bullshit.

“Yes, Aeden I realize that but he did say-” I stopped talking as I watched the cafeteria doors open and Rey walked in wearing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. His hair had been pulled back into a ponytail with wavy side bangs, he seemed to be looking for Alana, and thanks to those glasses it was probably ten times as harder.

“I’m going to talk to him now.”

“What?” Before Aeden could say another word I got up and hurried over to the entrance, Rey was still looking around for Alana and it seemed the mute hadn’t noticed her friend yet. So it was just me approaching the tall pale punk rocker.

“Rey!” He looked at me, and I was unable to read how he felt because of those stupid glasses, yet his mouth curved into a frown before he tilted his head.

“Do I know you?” Those words hit me like a dumpster truck. My heart stopped but I refused to be disappointed. Not when I had been given one of the best nights of my life last night and he was there and he promised to be-

“Yeah! We talked last night remember? We went to your room-” He cut me off with a sound of understanding before speaking.

“Oh! Are you the guy I fucked instead of Nino? Yeah, you see if you think us having sex makes us a thing-” How did he get that from what I said?!

“No no no! I don’t think that-” He cut me off again before I could finish.

“Good. Because I don’t like clingy one night stands. Don’t act like a niño llorón. Act like an adult. If that’s all you wanted, I have to find my sister.” My heart hurt, I felt tears prick at my eyes as I bit my lip and nodded my head.

“Yeah… sorry for bothering you…”

“At least you still have manners, niño.” He pat my head laughing before heading off to find Alana. I didn’t move, if I turned around I’d see Aeden and his look of pity. Maybe even Schummer with her friends with that same look.

“Sure, I mean… I could use another real friend besides Alana.” I wanted to puke so bad. I left the cafeteria and ran for the restroom, finding the first empty stall and dry heaving into it. I tried to ignore the dripping noise that sounded so loud. The way the stall walls blurred in color. I couldn’t go there again. I refused to. I took a deep breath closing my eyes and focusing on the room around me. Replicating it and recreating it in my head. No dripping, no tar, no padded walls. Blue stalls, urinals, and a rickety barely locking door.

When I opened my eyes again, I was still staring at a blurry toilet. Blurry through my tears, as I tried hard to wipe them away. My stomach was doing flips making me feel as if I’d vomit all over again.. I took off my glasses as tears fell down my face. Why did I believe him? Was I such a lovesick idiot, that I let him play with my feelings like that? The worst part? I still loved him. Even now as I replayed that scene in my head I could only focus on how hard he must’ve worked to do his hair or how long it took him to take off the makeup he wore last night. His voice wasn’t even hoarse and he had drank his weight in alcohol-

I paused and ran that last thought through my head again. He drank… a lot last night. Did he black out? Now that I really thought about it, he never once called me Schummer’s brother, just her cousin even though I called her my sister. Plus he had a headache… Oh my god, he blacked out. I wiped at my eyes before putting my glasses back on with a deep breath. Knowing what happened wouldn’t fix things though. He wouldn’t suddenly remember asking to kiss me last night. I wasn’t going to force him to either. I just… would keep pining. Like I’ve been doing since I heard him laugh for the first time.

And that’s what I did, all through the rest of the month up until my sister’s graduation. Rey’s name came up first before Schummer, he had all his piercings taken out and even his hair was flattened instead of its normal curves and waves. The red streaks in his hair had been covered with bleach and new hair dye. I took more pictures of Rey walking the stage than I did of my sister. It was fine though. Because I’d never see him again after this… At least that’s what I thought.

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Deer Caught in my Headlights Prologue

Rey’s Memory April 13th, 1:23 AM

I had nearly forgotten about the guy I was supposed to fuck. Schummer’s cousin or whatever. I walked back into my room, intent on finishing my fourth… sixth… tenth(?) drink. By now I had the whole bottle of lemon lime vodka in my hand except only a small corner was left and with it my plans to sleep off what would probably be a killer hangover looked closer and closer. Except when I opened the door I saw the guy was still there, looking at some photo I had hung on the wall. He looked way too much like Schummer, if I hadn’t known better I’d say they were twins. Except those glasses of his stopped him from being her exact replica, along with whatever mark he was trying to hide on his face. I could see the faint outline of makeup concealer applied to a big portion of the area around his left eye. Maybe if he applied it right it’d be harder to see.

“Ah, if I didn’t know any better I’d say Schummer wanted me to fuck the perv right out of her cousin.” the boy jumped and turned towards me, his face almost immediately turning red making me smile and hold back a laugh. It was too easy with this one.

“I-! Ah sorry  I just- You took a while so I thought I’d-... Sorry.” He mumbled before taking a seat on my bed. I laughed before sitting next to him and handing him the bottle of vodka I stole from Yori.

“Want some?” He shook his head without even looking at me.

“Ah no… I don’t drink like that.”

“Your loss, niño.” I tilted my head back as I put the bottle to my lips, relishing in the burn that went down my throat before tossing it into a corner. The bottle was empty so it just bounced against the carpet before knocking against my dresser with a clink.

“So… I know Summer said you had to… have sex with me but I really rather um... talk to you.” I hummed taking off my shoes so I could cross my legs up on my bed and lean back slightly.

“Well, we can talk about why Schummer wants me to fuck you?” Again, his face dusted red and I smiled before leaning in closer to him, towards his face before speaking close to his ear.

“Or… we can have a bit of fun~ I can show you why your cousin recommended me, Querido.” Before I could move any closer, the boy suddenly stood and took a step away from the bed.

“Oh mein Gott wirklich- I-I I mean- dammit. I just want to get to know you!” He yelled out, and if not for the pounding of the music downstairs I might have thought I was hearing things. I was confused now, he obviously found me hot. So why did he not want me? I hadn’t seen shit this weird since… Izzy.

“Ok… You’re weird.” His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he pointed to himself then at me. 

“I’m weird? I’m weird?! You and my sister sleep around so much she’s always bragging about how she snagged a guy before you or she’s being told she did better than you! I’m sorry I don’t want to sleep with you, but I'd rather just sit here and talk. If you don’t want to do that, that’s fine. I’ll leave and let you sleep or something, tell Schummer whatever you want.” He sighed and crossed his arms looking towards the floor. I sighed as I leaned my head against one of my arms, before shrugging my shoulders.

“Okay fine… Why does Schummer want me to help you get over your crush? It’s not the first time I’ve heard that mierda but it normally ends with the person I fuck trying to ask me out.” The boy blinked confused before his eyes widened. Slowly he sat back down next to me, and now I was truly curious.

“Wanna share with the class, rojo?” He was silent for a few seconds longer before slowly speaking.

“I… I have had a crush on you since I first saw you, and my sister is tired of me pining so… She set this up without telling me beforehand- If she had I wouldn’t have showed up-” I put a finger to his lips, making him stop so I could process this. Schummer’s cousin liked me, and she thought the solution was for me to fuck them? Yeah, this is why she was single all the time. Bitch was smart but she wasn’t people smart.

“Okay, so… If you like me why don’t you want to fuck?” He looked at me confused before sighing.

“Because I… I don’t mind casual but… I want it to mean something with you. This? She thinks I can fuck it out of my system but I can’t, I’ve tried.” He frowned as he pushed his glasses up his nose, the silver frames reflecting the light of my room.

“Why am I so different from anyone else you’ve fucked?” I sat up as I asked him this, moving over so I sat right beside him. By now the blush had left his face but he had this fond look on his face.

“Because you’re Rey de Desarmonia! You have the best singing voice I’ve ever heard, you have a true passion not just for music but for history. Not to mention you have amazing grades on top of it all somehow despite being hungover half the time you’re at school. You look amazing twenty four seven, and you care a lot about your culture. People get angry when you speak spanish but you still do because you care about where you’re from. I get that, kind of. Schummer will never admit it but we speak only German at home and it grates her nerves. Sorry I’m off topic-” I put a finger to his lips again, and once he stopped I moved my thumb over his lips. I hated how much he knew about me, he knew more about me than my so-called friends. Probably as much as my hermana did at that really felt weird, a good weird though. Even if he didn’t know the reasons behind these things, he noticed them. He noticed me and no one had done that before.

“Can I kiss you?” I heard the words come from my lips, but I didn’t realize I had said them until his face turned red again. He really was a little rojo.

“Ah- I mean- but-” I cut him off as my heart started to beat in my ears, it sounded so soothing despite making my nerves peak… like a melody.

“Heh, we don’t need to fuck, querido. Just let me kiss you please?” I didn’t like that I was pleading, but my heart was about to beat out of my chest and possibly shatter if he said no.

“I… Okay…” My eyes widened slightly, before I leaned in towards him. His eyes slowly closed as our lips met, I don’t know what I expected as he pulled me closer by the back of my shirt. Slowly I pulled away, only for him to pull me right back in. I sighed softly as he pulled away, touching my lips as I looked at his. My lipstick was smudged all over his lips now, though not nearly as much of it as I wanted was on him. The way he looked at me told me he was thinking something similar, his pupils were blown, silver and red eyes looking much darker than they had earlier.

Then he grabbed me again by my shirt, pulling me back to him as we deepened our kiss. Before I knew it, I was in his lap bending over to kiss him properly as our tongues swirled together. His hands moving down to my waist before sneaking under my shirt, I gasped slightly his hand way colder than I expected only for his mouth to latch onto my collarbone under my choker.

“Ay dios…” My body shook as he bit down around my collarbone, my hands gripping onto his jacket tight as sparks of arousal coursed through me.

“No god… just me.” I nearly snorted if he hadn’t been kissing up my shoulder to my neck before frowning. It took me a minute to remember that I was the taller one, getting off his lap and instead laying back in my bed letting my head hit the pillows.

“Then querido… Want to be my god for a night~” I smirked over at him, and he blinked before sighing.

“What happened to talking?”

“You’re the one who had your hands under my shirt.” His face turned red as he scoffed.

“I was… distracted… Why’d you want to kiss me anyway?” It was my turn to frown, why did I want to kiss him? Ah yes, he said something nice about me. Made my heart move, or maybe it was the alcohol. I don’t know, but I wanted to kiss him again. I hadn’t wanted to stop kissing him.

“You… You’re the only person besides Alana who realizes why I speak spanish so much… That I don’t just do it to sound sexy or whatever… Why do you care about me so much?” He shrugged his shoulders before moving closer to me in the bed, sitting up beside where I laid down on the pillows.

“I… I heard you laugh on the bus one day… You sounded so happy and then you started swearing in spanish with such fury. It confused the hell out of me but it also.. Captivated me… I heard you sing later on and… It just cinched the fact that I wanted you. Then you switched grades and moved to high school.” I blinked, letting his words slowly process in my head before bursting out with laughter.

“Wait, you fell in love with me when I was in eighth grade? You were a preschooler!” I howled with laughter, the boy just staring at me unamused.

“Yes yes I was young and dumb. Anyway, why are you so curious about this? You have like a thousand guys and girls alike falling over to get a chance with you.” I shook my head instantly regretting it as I put a hand to my head, suddenly a dull throbbing pain was present and I didn’t like it. Guess the hangover wanted to come early.

“Well, yeah I have people interested in me but, they just want to sleep with me. I’m the punk, the one that’s different. Everyone wants to ‘know’ me without actually getting to ‘know’ me. Only Alana ever cared to find out those little things about me… Most people just think I cheat on tests or bully the answers out of people.”

“You literally study in the library.” I shrugged my shoulders.

��Eh, apparently I can’t read inglés either.” I laughed and the rojo smiled as I did.

“Thanks for talking with me…”

“You don’t need to thank me for that, querido… Though I think I failed at getting rid of your crush on me.” I smirked up at him, and he snorted covering his mouth to hide the sound of his laughter but failing miserably.

“Hah, yeah I guess you did… Hey umm… Could we still.. Talk to each other? After tonight?” Keep talking to this boy? Who seemed to know me as well as my best friend and sister? Who kissed me like I’d vanish if he let go?

“Sure, I mean… I could use another real friend besides Alana.” He smiled his face turning the smallest shade of red and I couldn’t help the way my heart stopped for a moment. Fuck he was so cute.

“Great! Um, you should probably sleep- Have you had any water?” I waved him off as I yawned under my breath.

“I don’t need water, I was able to speak to you fine right?”

“Mm, yeah but-” I sat up, maybe a little too fast if the sudden onslaught of head pain was anything.

“Las putas bolas de jesucristo! Agh, ok ok estoy bien estoy bien….” The more I repeated it the better I felt… lie. I felt the bed shift as the boy got up only to shove a bottle of pills in my line of sight. I dimly recognized the label as one of Alana’s I kept on my vanity table. Without a second thought, I took the bottle and quickly swallowed a small handful of the small white tablets.

“Better?”

“Mhm, gracias.” The boy smiled before putting the bottle back for me and heading for the door.

“Get some sleep- and umm… goodnight Rey.”

“Oi, wait you didn’t give me your name!” I had half a mind to get up and follow him if not for the fact my legs were half boneless. He simply smiled before adjusting his glasses again.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow when I see you again ok?” Before I could say another word, he was gone the door closed behind him, and the sound of the party below was nothing more than background noise. Schummer’s cousin was surprisingly… nice. Nice? That didn’t feel right… I needed sleep. I closed my eyes not bothering to turn off the lights as my heart formed a melody in my ears. An angel… with red wings…

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Deer Caught in my Headlights Prologue

Della's Memory April 13th, 12:06 AM

I let Schummer lead me around Alana’s house with bated breath. I hadn’t seen any sign of Rey since we arrived and my sister had started asking around for him. 

“Della, if you keep glaring at every person we pass-” I sighed as I pulled my hand free from her grasp, causing her to turn around. My sister’s hair was flat ironed straight and pulled into a high ponytail with some pieces left to frame her face. Her hair was a tad longer than mine, nearly touching her knees whereas mine touched my upper back. Not to mention the red of her hair was much more vibrant and metallic than my dull rust red hair. Her heterochromia eyes stared back at me one red (it was really closer to brown but if you didn’t pay close attention it seemed red) and one dark silver eye. Mine were similar except a brighter more vibrant shade of brown and a lighter shade of silver. We were opposites in almost everything.

“Oooh is that Zack? Hey, you’re not into him anymore right? I can sleep with him right?” Almost everything. We both had the same type of standard when it came to guys we wanted to… sleep with. The only real difference was my unbreakable attraction to Rey that my sister thankfully did not share. However, that meant we normally slept with the same guys half the time.

“I don’t care, Summer… He’s shit at oral though.” I heard her swear under her breath before frowning and looking at me.

“Look, I didn’t bring you here just for us to find Rey… I know you already tried to fuck him out of your system but you can’t keep pining for a guy who doesn’t know you exist.” I sighed as I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall. Somewhere in my heart, I knew she was right. Rey had never talked to me outside of that one hallway interaction and we had now been in school together for 3 years total. Maybe… Maybe it was time to-

“Hey Rey’s about to sing out in the garden guys!!” Suddenly a small crowd of people was heading to the backyard, and without a word, I followed. I heard Schummer call after me, but I refused to listen. Not when he was singing and I had to hear his voice again, especially if this would be the last. By the time I made it outside Alana was playing the keyboard as Rey held a mic in one hand and a red cup in the other.

Dos oruguitas enamoradas

Pasan sus noches y madrugadas…

Llenas de hambre

Siguen andando y navegando un mundo

Que cambia y sigue cambiando

Navegando un mundo

Que cambia y sigue cambiando…

I knew this song. He had sung it once before, he hadn’t known I was there and I had left the minute I realized I had been watching for way too long. It was sometime after Izzy… It was from some movie or other. I don’t remember fully, but he had been hunched over his guitar as he whispered the words like a prayer. Now here he was, singing it just as quietly as the first but now with a drink clutched in his hand like a lifeline and a microphone in the other.

Dos oruguitas paran el viento

Mientras se abrazan con sentimiento

Siguen creciendo, no saben cuándo

Buscar algún rincón

El tiempo sigue cambiando

Inseparables son

El tiempo sigue cambiando

He was standing now, leaning against Alana with his elbow on her shoulder. He was hunched over slightly, probably a little tipsy as he continued the song. Everyone was silent as they listened, probably just as captivated as I was. Except I was mesmerized, even though his love for music called him to louder genres he still showed a love for others. He was soft in moments like these. Eyeliner slightly smudged, lipstick faded, and choker on a little too loose. Only his hair seemed to still be in place, the beads he had decorated it with loosely clinking together as he swayed against Alana. 

I was broken out of my enchantment by the sound of applause. People were applauding and cheering Rey who gave a little bow (though he stumbled slightly) and laughed before downing the rest of his cup. His face was a little red as he pulled Alana into a hug, the two talking before heading back inside. Heading toward me. Wait-

“Rey!! I’ve been looking all over for you~” I turned to see Schummer, who put an arm around my shoulder with a sly smile on her face.

“Ah Schummer, it's been a while since I’ve seen your perra cachonda around one of my girl’s parties.” My whole face was white as a sheet by now, Rey was directly in front of me, though his focus was on my sister. He stood at a tall 6’3 to my 5’5. Even my sister was taller than me, standing at 5’7 with or without heels.

“Hah, Alana I thought I told you to tell Ray I needed him for something!” Alana signed something out and I tried to take this opportunity to leave, except Schummer tightened her grip around my neck almost immediately and I coughed as her elbow squeezed my throat closed.

“Anywho, Rey mind if I steal you from Alana for a bit?” The punk rocker shrugged his shoulders before unwinding his arm around Alana. Schummer led us all upstairs, before stopping at the top.

“Say which room is yours again?”

“If you took me away from my hermana for a weird threesome-”

“Ew, you aren’t my type remember? No, my brother here needs to get laid and you’re the best person I could think of.” what? My breath hitched as I looked at my sister red faced, Rey just taking a sip from his cup as he thought this over.

“Summer! This isn’t what we talked about?” I pleaded slightly, mainly because I would definitely make a fool of myself if I spent alone time with Rey and compared to my measly ten he was a sex god. A gorgeous drop dead Adonis.

“I said we’d get over your… crush for a certain someone. Rey here is best for the job.” He was only the best one for the job because he was my crush! I could feel my face growing hotter and hotter as I facepalmed and screamed at her through my hands.

“I’m not having sex with Rey!”

“Oh? Am I not your type either, Querido~?” I blinked, slowly looking up at Rey as he smirked at me, and suddenly words refused to come out of my mouth.

“Oh you are just his type, he’s just a lil shy~ Anyway-”

“Wait, is this your cousin or something? He looks so much like you.” Schumer just gave him a look of annoyance before rolling her eyes and answering his question.

“It’s my brother.” It?!

“Eh? No me gustan los niños, Schummer.” I was suddenly very grateful for taking spanish for so long, as I could tell he just insulted me. While I was next to him.

“He’s not a child just a year or two younger-” Rey rolled his eyes before looking at me again.

“How old are you, niño?” It took me a moment to finally say something.

“Six- Sixteen! U-Umm my birthday was-” Rey looked at my sister not even bothering to hear me out fully. Not that I could blame him, in the past seniors or juniors would ask me out just because they liked dating people younger than them.

“Child.”

“Two years, Rey. Besides he has just as much experience as me under his belt, if not more and we both know how much experience I have~ Just do me a solid ok?” Rey sighed before looking down at his cup. If only he knew how bad she was lying and I elbowed her only for her to shoo me with her hand.

“Ay Dios mio… You’re lucky Nino bailed on me. Wait in my room there, first door on the left. I need more alcohol to deal with this…” I blinked confused as Rey walked past me down the stairs. He… and I… what? Schummer didn’t hesitate to follow after him back to the kitchen.

“Oooh wait for me! I want some of that sprite vodka they have!”

“Is that where the lime comes from? Huh, tastes bastante bueno.”

“I only know 3 Spanish words, you need to stop.” Their voices faded out with the sounds of the party and eventually, I walked towards the instructed room, still unsure I understood this all right.

I’m not sure what I expected of Rey’s room. But the mishmash of dark lights, different variations of chokers and crowns and piercings lined on his vanity. Or the multitude of polaroid photos he had hung up wasn’t it. I could see his guitar, Zweihander, in the corner connected to an amp. On top of the speaker was a multitude of papers. Song lyrics, I assumed.

Rey’s bed was simple dark sheets with a dark red bedspread. It was rather messy, almost as if he had just gotten up and left it as it was. I ran my hands along the tabletop of the vanity, noticing some of the drawers were left half open or just not closed properly. I nudged them all closed, to try and soothe my own urge to be nosy before finally taking a seat. It shouldn’t take him too long to get a single drink, should it?

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Deer Caught in my Headlights Prologue

Rey's Memory April 12th, 11:29 PM

Mendelson Reisender. The Comforting Traveler. 

I didn’t truly know him until much further down the line. But I first knew met him at that stupid party.

“Alana I swear if you don’t hand me that you estúpido de mierda-!” Alana finally with an evil smile on her face, handed me back my choker. With a huff, I clasped it back on around my neck before mumbling.

“Gracias puta estupida.”

“I thought we said no more insulting Alana?” I glanced toward Yori before also taking my beads back from the girl.

“She took literally my only choker- which is all the jewelry I have by the way! No la insultaré si deja de jugar conmigo!”

“English Rey, we only know like every 2 words you say when you talk that fast.” I just flipped them off and walked to the bathroom, I could hear them talking about me but I don’t care. They all thought I was rude and bitchy, only Alana really liked me. The only reason we talked to each other was because we all loved music, I just… had a different sound than theirs.

It didn’t take too long to section off my hair and tie it to the ends of each silver bead how Izzy had shown me some years ago. Sometimes I wondered how I had been blessed enough to have ended up at Alana’s house, then I thought back to why I had my own room here and why I couldn’t see my own madre anymore.

“Music won’t get you anywhere! tú niño inútil, ojalá nunca hubieras nacido.” Her voice still rang out in my ears some days. A constant presence, a dull anger that resonated through my being. That anger fueled me every day, I wanted to prove her wrong…. but I also wanted to get rid of her from my memories. 

A knock on the bathroom door snapped me from my thoughts as it opened to reveal Alana. She gave me a smile before signing out her words.

‘People are arriving, Schummer is looking for you by the way.’

“Schummer? What does she want, I’m not a mula de la droga.” Alana just rolled her eyes before leaving and I sighed before looking into the mirror one last time. My skin was unnaturally pale, something that normally dissuaded people to believe my latino status. It used to be warmer and more tan in color back when we still lived in South America.

‘Toma a tu hijo de puta y sal de mi casa!” I used to be different. I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway. I had only been in the bathroom for half an hour at most yet the house was suddenly bursting with people. 

“Hey, Rey~ Been looking for your sexy ass everywhere.” I felt an arm wrap around my waist as Nino pulled me into his chest, a drink already in his hand.

“Nino~ That better be for me if you have any dreams of having fun with me tonight.” The man rolled his eyes before handing over the red solo cup to me, with a hum I took it from his hand and tilted the edge towards my mouth. The taste of vodka and lime burned my throat, but a good burn. One that would loosen my tongue way more than normal, and let me stop thinking of all those bad things.

“So you singin’ tonight?” I shrugged my shoulders as I swirled the liquid in the cup around.

“Eh, if Kay doesn’t beat me to the punch.” With another quick sip from the solo cup, I let Nino lead me into the party.

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What If..? Chapter 1

It’s the first day of school, and I am not ready. Neither is Adam, God bless his soul, but I need the bathroom way more than he does right now! I banged on the wooden bathroom door again before shouting at my big brother.

“Addy! Get your ass out of the bathroom, I have to finish my hair and do my makeup or we’ll be late!!!” I heard the muted noise of a groan, my brother, and I crossed my arms, impatient to do my makeup as I waited for him to come out.

Soon the door opens and out walks Addy, or Adam. I’ve been calling him Addy since we were kids. My brother stands at nearly 6 feet with chocolate brown eyes and tanned skin. His eyes were a bright forest green, similar to my own. The freckles dusted along his nose and cheeks were noticeable with how tan his skin had become over the summer. His auburn colored hair had streaks of ocean blue running through it. His latest handiwork from our summer in New York with mom. He scoffed when he saw my pajamas still on me while he was fully dressed in ripped jeans and some black jacket with a cross design on the sleeves he probably also got from New York. Yet it looked so familiar-

“Are you serious, Krystal? You couldn’t even put on an outfit while I was in there?” I shook my head no and shoved past him into the bathroom. I didn’t have time to explain, I needed to hurry to get everything done before we ended up late. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing my makeup and hair products still how I left them.

“Now get out! I have to work my magic before I can even leave this bathroom.” He rolled his eyes before walking off down the hall as I closed and locked the door.

I immediately put my bright orange-reddish hair in curlers and started to apply the foundation to my face to cover up all the freckles littered around my face. Once the foundation is set I do my liquid eyeliner and curl my eyelashes. I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure it’s alright before putting on pink lip gloss and letting my hair fall down past my shoulders in neat but loose curls to give them that casual look. 

I’m glad I followed Kennedy’s advice to put my hair up in a bun after I washed it. It actually made my hair more manageable for once. I unlocked the door and went back to my room where my closet is waiting.

Addy doesn’t realize makeup can ruin clothes. I have stained too many pajamas when I first started doing makeup, granted you can also do it with your clothes on. I just prefer to do it in my pajamas. Less chance of messing up an outfit I care dearly for. I opened my closet door happy I had separated my new clothes from the old as I looked over all my new ones. I could wear my yin yang outfit, it’s supposed to represent change and a new start, and I’ll totally look hot in it.

I started to hum the lyrics of a random Taylor Swift song as I pulled off my pajamas and then put on my thigh high socks. Afterwards, I zipped my skirt up and put on the white tank top with the matching black and white crop top. I added silver ruby earrings and my diamond bracelet for extra flair. I look in my mirror, messing with my hair a bit and my makeup. Maybe I should add eyeshadow and black lipstick too. Just to make sure the point of the outfit came across. Right now my makeup was set for a more natural tone. Maybe if I get to the bathroom fast enough I can fix it. As I hurry into the hallway, I hear a loud honk yelping a bit in surprise as I hear Adam’s voice outside.

“Krystal! If you don’t hurry up, you’ll lose your ride to school!” I run to the living room and grab my bag, swearing as I hurry outside trying to put on my boots as I run. I throw my bag at him and hurry into the passenger’s seat as he tosses it in the back of his convertible next to his. He pulls out of the driveway and soon we’re on our way to school. I pull down the mirror and start to look at my makeup hoping I didn’t mess it up. I smile pleased to see it still in place, but my makeup doesn’t match my outfit still!

“Damn it, Adam! I have to fix my makeup, turn around!” he scoffed, taking a quick glance at me before looking back at the road.

“You look fine, Kry.” I groan extra loud to annoy him as I take off my seat belt before reaching towards the back seat and grabbing my bag. Once I sit back down, I put my seatbelt back on since Adam is such a car safety activist despite driving a fast car. I look around my bag for any of my make up and groan even louder. Of course, I forgot to put my emergency makeup bag in here. Kennedy is my only hope now.

“Addy? Drop me off in the back.” he gives me a look, the one that says ‘I know your true intentions so hell no’, at me for a second before shaking his head.

“It’s the first day you are not going straight to Nick for a fuck. I swear one day he’s just going to stop talking to you.” That wasn’t on my mind yet. More of a, I’m out of vape cartridges and Nick normally gets them for me. Plus he might be with Kennedy, they tended to hang out when I wasn’t nearby.

“Not for a fuck my dear brother, though I did edge him on for a long time last night so he might be extra handsy,” just how I liked it “, but it’s Nick. He’s my best friend, same as Kenni and neither would ever abandon me!” he mutters something as he parks the car and turns it off. 

“What was that, Addy?” He grabs his bag as we both get out of the car making sure to lock it.

“Nothing at all, dear sister. Nothing at all.”

My locker was the same as last year after I had added all these permanent stickers and artwork. My fashion designs were hung up in the back and all my sharpie doodles and my trusty bottle of vodka. I giggled as I stuffed the bottle into my bag, I could share it later with Nick and Kenni. Maybe we could have a party! I’d have to remember to replace it later. I always made sure to get the same frosty bottle with glass that was always cool to the touch. I closed my locker as I studied the schedule I had gotten earlier. Adam had science first period, he was smart, maybe I could cheat off him if we shared the same class.

I huffed in frustration seeing instead I had Spanish with that old crabby lady I remember everyone hating. After I took a photo of my schedule I headed to my Spanish class. I’m surprised, but also happy when I see one of my closest friends, Nick Miller, hanging out in the back smoking what is most likely something illegal with his other punk friends. 

He was wearing long fingerless gloves that went up to his elbows. Nick’s shirt had some faded elaborate skull design and his coal black hair had dark blue highlights. Multiple black stud piercings lining his lips while his ears were covered with a cross piercing with chains to connect them, along with a single silver nose ring. His black skinny jeans had rips all over and he had a multitude of chains hanging from them. The black and dark red combat boots he was wearing looked old with wear. I swear he always wore those same boots every day I saw him. The feature I probably loved the most (besides the piercings) was his dark blue eyes. Nick was distinctive from me and Kenni. 

Kenni (or Kennedy) was a cheerleader, wearing bright pink colors and gossiping about whatever she happened to have heard. Nick was the rebel, always getting into fights, smoking, and fucking behind the bleachers. Adam was the jock and the nerd (one very hot nerd), getting top grades and winning trophy after trophy for our school. I am the trendsetter, wearing whatever I can, setting the standards of fashion high for every girl and charming the hearts of every man around. 

I laugh in pure delight as I hug Nick as tightly as I can, his arms wrapping around my waist as I bury my face in his shirt before I look up at him. Each of Nick’s piercing was done by his friend, the ones in his ears, the one on his lip, the one on his tongue, and the ones on his dick, my favorite of them.

“Nick! I missed you so much while I was in New York, how are you?” As I talk I take the vape from his hand making him laugh as I put it between my lips and take a deep inhale. Ah, getting high is more addicting than it should be.

“I’ve been keeping busy Kry, don’t worry. This is my new friend, Austin.” I glanced over at Austin waving at him, a small well-placed smile on my face.

He looked nice enough, blonde hair with white highlights and icy blue eyes. He had a tattoo peeking from under his arm, and it made me a tiny bit excited. Tattoos were a thing of mine, I just find them so hot!

“Nice to meet you, Krystal, right? I’ve heard so much about you from Nick, glad to put a face to the name.” I laugh and snuggle up to Nick’s side, he smells so nice like firewood and sweets. It always confused me how he smelled so nice despite always being surrounded by alcohol and vape smoke.

“And I have a surprise for you, Kry.” I look back at Nick who smirked down at me as he pulled out two concert tickets from his pocket. I snatched them both from him as I read the name imprinted on them. I looked from the tickets to him as I squealed in excitement.

“You got me tickets to Rey!?” then the door slammed shut and the teacher glared at me. Not the other boys who were smoking in the back of her class, and also high. Even though I was technically doing the same, no, she was looking only at me.

“Ms. Caliente I presume,” I nod and hand Nick back his vape before staring down the teacher. “your seat is right here.” She taps the desk right in front of her own and I rolled my eyes. Everyone moves to whatever seat they want and I sit right in the front.

She seems pleased enough and soon turns around to the board going over this year’s lesson plans. I look around the front row noticing a super nerdy kid right next to me. Normally I’d be disgusted, but I could make him useful. I may know spanish like the back of my hand, but I never did the work. It was a waste of time.

The second he glanced at me I gave him a small smile and he immediately went red in the face before looking back to the board. This will be too easy.

By the end of the day, I had most of my grades for the year secured by idiotic nerds who wanted even the slightest chance with me. It was so cute watching their eyes light up with hope as I asked them oh so nicely to help me with an assignment, I could hardly stop myself from laughing and I planned on laughing with Kennedy about it once I found her. Sadly, it seemed like I might not have any classes with her this year. I hadn’t seen her all day or even during lunch (she had Cheerleader stuff), but Adam and Nick had multiple classes with her!

I opened the door to my seventh period to find Kennedy typing away on her phone towards the front of the class. She’s such a nerd sometimes, who really sits in the front on purpose nowadays? At least I finally had a class with her! The last one of the day to boot.

Her outfit was a lot more plain compared to mine, a long pink dress with a V-cut, but underneath was a tank top to hide her cleavage from sight. She wore leggings with it and a pair of cream-colored boots I recognized as the ones I let her have last year. Kenni also wore her cheer jacket and her nails were painted white with little pink gems on the tips. Kennedy’s black hair cascaded down her shoulder in waves, touching her waist and hiding some parts of her face from my sight. I could just barely make out sky blue eyes staring intently at a phone screen.

“Kenni!” She looked up right as I went to hug her, leaning down and wrapping my arms around her. She squealed happy to see me, while she wrapped her arms around me to return the hug. I hadn’t seen her since we left for New York at the beginning of summer. It had been way too long since our last real conversation too. Once our hug was over I took my seat right next to her and she seemed to bounce in her seat before bombarding me with questions.

“Did you meet any guys? Did you meet anyone famous? Did you and Adam visit the Statue of Liberty? Did your mother take you to a fashion show? Did you show her your designs? Did you hook up with someone famous?” I shushed her and grinned as she looked at me so eager to know how my summer went. We would talk about her summer but she does the same thing every year. Goes to Egypt with her dad and learns all about old bones, it’s boring really. I don’t understand why she lets him drag her there.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, no, and yes!” I start to laugh and go on to explain before noticing that Kennedy is now frowning.

“You didn’t show her your designs? You worked all year on them, and you said you finally had the courage to show her!” The hope that she wouldn’t have said anything died out with her words. I sighed as I pulled out my notebook. It’s supposed to be for my class, but it has become my fashion notebook. I open it to the last page and show Kennedy the drawing of the dress I made when I had seen the Statue of Liberty. 

An array of blues and greens travel all around the skirt and the hair clip is crown-shaped similar to the one on the Statue. The heels are barely shown, covered by the long skirt I chose and only revealed by the slit that starts midway down her leg. Kennedy gasps in awe as she takes it from me with a smile on her face once again.

“I wanted to, I really did, but when I tried showing her she was just… too busy.” Kennedy takes the notebook from me and flips through the other pages.

“Her loss! Shouldn’t she give her own daughter a chance?” she would, maybe if she was really a fashion designer like Kenni believed. My mother is a lawyer and a good one too. Adam and I being at a fashion show was by pure luck this summer. It had nothing to do with my mother, it had more to do with the guy I had hit on being a model for the same show.

I hear someone clear their throat and look up to see a short Asian guy staring at me. His arms are crossed and he’s dressed very business-like, even for the first day of school. He was wearing a suit jacket over a plain white button-up shirt. His pants had been ironed, so you could see the clear creases in them. His shoes shined as if they had never been worn and his glasses reminded me a lot of those from the nerdy magic school movies.

“Did you need something? If it’s my number-” he held up a hand and stopped me mid-sentence. I looked at him, shocked anyone would ever stop me from talking. Kennedy paled as she saw him.

“You’re out of dress code, you have to go change.” I look down at the outfit that had taken me all morning to plan. I say all morning but it was really like an hour. The nerd didn’t have to know that.

“Excuse me? Who says I have to go change just because some of your nerd friends pop a boner at the sight of me?” Kenni tugged on my shoulder and I looked towards her, already pissed off by this guy who thought he could just tell me what to do. Who did he think he was my dad?

“Kry, maybe you shouldn’t-” She stops when she sees me glare at her. I hate when she does this, she defends people who talk back to me as if I’m the one at fault.

“Shouldn’t what?” I ask her as I stand up from my seat, looking down at this tiny little speck of a person. He was barely shoulder height, having to stare up at me. I was wearing heels that made me about six feet total in height. He barely looked to be five foot five. Still though, how did he not know who I was? He must be new if he doesn’t know who I am, and I will make sure he knows full well who I am.

“Krystal Caliente? Well, at least now I know you’re the one the other teachers warned me about.” He took off his glasses cleaning one of the lenses as I processed his words. Wait, he was... my teacher? I look to Kennedy and she bangs her head on the desk. That’s what she wanted to tell me!! I look back at him in utter shock, there’s no way.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, you’ve got to be in middle school!” he puts his glasses back on looking from me to the others in the class.

“I’m twenty-three years old, Miss Caliente. I have my degree and if you wish to even try and earn yours. You’ll take a seat, and tomorrow you will be in dress code or I won’t let you into my class.” I heard some of the people in class laughing and I growled as I took my seat next to Kennedy and shoved my notebook into my bag.

He went up to the board and started writing in big cursive letters, and everyone started to take their seats. Kennedy gave me an apologetic look. Why didn’t she tell me who he was sooner?! 

“My name is Akira Sen, call me Mr. Sen. I’ll be your math teacher for the rest of this year, and it is my first year teaching. I hope we can make this an amazing year.” an amazing year? An amazing year doesn’t start with a first-timer humiliating me! I huff and as he continues on about the syllabus I start doodling in the corner of the desk. It starts off as a simple heart but then becomes this beautiful necklace I wish I had. Long silver chain that wrapped around it to encase this beautiful ocean blue crystal. I feel my lips curl up in a small smile as I finish the small doodle that has now taken up the whole corner. I can still turn this year around, I just needed a game plan to get rid of this pesky teacher.

“You want me to do what?” I look at Adam from the passenger seat in annoyance and utter disgust. I had been waiting in his car for him to finish basketball practice because the coach decided to make him team captain and for some reason Adam liked basketball. He just had to show off with perfect grades and the perfect status as Team Captain of the Wynters High Basketball team. He just had to take them to Nationals...

“I want you to go to our first game next Friday.” I groan in annoyance, he knows I hate sports. I refused to date jocks now because they all rather commit to sports than their girlfriends. That and they suck at sex… badly.

“Why would I go to a basketball game? You guys win every time.” I leaned back in the seat as I put the visor down to open up the mirror and stared at my reflection. He sighed as he started up the car and brought the hood up, the light slowly vanishing as it locked us in.

“It would mean a lot to me if you went. You’re my sister after all.” He always used that line when he really wanted something. I sighed and put on my seat belt as he pulled out of the parking lot. Did this single game mean that much to him?

“I’ll go.” He smiles and pats my head messing up my hair in the process. I growled and smacked his hand away, making him laugh as he put it back on the wheel.

“Hey! Oh, and drop me off at Nick’s place.” he rolled his eyes at me. He looked frustrated with me again, but also… something else I didn’t recognize.

“Why are you going to Nick’s place?” He asked me, glancing at me for a second before looking back at the road. Why was he suddenly so interested in Nick?

“They’re throwing a party!” Adam sighed, leaning his head against the wheel for a second or two, making me huff and put on my bestbegging face. If Adam could guilt trip me into going to his games, I could guilt trip him into bringing me to a party.

“Oh come on, please?” he seemed to contemplate it as he stopped the car at a red light. He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back against his seat, looking me in the eyes. 

“What about homework?” I scoffed lightly, almost laughing as I swatted the whole idea away with my hand. He started driving again as I answered his question.

“I have nerds that do that.”I jumped in my seat as Adam slammed on the brakes, my back hitting the seat rather harshly as he turned to yell at me.

“Krystal!” I shrugged not seeing the issue with getting others to do my homework and felt along my shoulders trying to rub the pain away. I can’t believe he did that, it really fucking hurt. Besides what’s the issue with having them do it, not like I blackmailed or forced them to.

“You should do your own work! Or else you don’t learn anything, and then you can’t go to college to study fashion design.” I groaned rubbing at my eyes as I tried to think of how to tell him how wrong he was. I choose silence not wanting to start this argument back up again. Addy has told me all of this before thousands of times. I see no point in responding to him anymore. There are plenty of fashion designers that didn’t go to design school. I’ll just be another one of them.

In the end, Adam won that battle and I couldn’t go to the party. So I changed out of my outfit into my pajamas and curled up on the couch, my hair pulled up into an unruly mess of a red ponytail. I really thought we’d have a party to celebrate our last year in high school together. I sigh and hug my legs as I watch some random back to school ad. It sucks, being alone. Adam had left to go get something and I was alone. It felt…. Cold.

I heard the door unlock and looked up to see Adam, along with Nick and Kennedy. I squealed in delight as I hugged all three of them and Adam laughed in our little group hug.

“Addy, why didn’t you tell me you were bringing them here?!” He took the bottle of liquor that Nick was carrying and we all started to walk to the living room.

“Well, if I told you, you would’ve made it a big party like you normally do. Tonight is movie night, and the only time I am allowing you to drink in my presence.” I look at Nick and he smiles at me.

“Your brother invited us to a party, and if our best friend is going, why shouldn’t we?” Words couldn’t describe how happy I was to hear him say that. I hugged Nick tighter, feeling wet hot tears form in the corner of my eyes. Even after all these years they were still looking out for me. 

“Thank you guys, thank you so much.” I truly meant it that night. I loved the three of them with every ounce of love I had in my heart.

After our epic party, we all woke up the next morning still on the couch, Adam was basically on top of Nick and Kennedy and I had been cuddling. Kenni and I spent at least five minutes laughing at them which made Adam frustrated and Nick waved it off before going back to sleep. We all went to school in Adam’s car, the guys sitting up front talking about something lame while I told Kennedy my plan for getting back at our math teacher.

“You’re going to sleep with him? Isn’t that how Mr. Dellarosa got fired?” I nod and close my mirror compact, putting it back into my makeup bag and taking my lip gloss out instead.

“Yep! Brittany got off free, so will I. I’m a student, after all, I can do no wrong. Besides it’s what he gets for being a dick.” Kennedy sighed leaning back in the leather seats as I put my make up bag into my purse.

“Kry, it’s his first year teaching, this would damage his career! Maybe you should just apologize to him?” My eyes widened and I looked at her in shock. She sat up straight and I could no longer hear the boys talking ahead of us. They must have heard the mistake she made. No one tells me to apologize to someone who made fun of me!

“That asshole embarrassed me in front of the whole class! What do you think will happen if it got out, that I got told off by some first-year wannabe teacher? It’ll look bad as hell for my reputation and I am your best friend you should be on my side!” the car screeched to a stop and we both crashed into the seats in front of us. We both screamed slightly as Adam turned off the car.

“Good, you finally shut up! We’re here.” Adam gets out of the car followed by Nick who mumbled about girl issues. It is not a girl issue, it’s the issue that Kennedy does not have my back on this! I grab my bag and get out of the car pulling my skirt up a tiny bit once I’m on my feet, making sure it’s not too low. I slam the door shut and walk off, hearing Kennedy call out to me but I ignore her. Maybe she’ll learn a thing or two from me today about real friendship.

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What If...? Letter

To My Short Alien Boytoy,

The past few years of my life have been crazy. Crazy in the sense that I still look back on it and wonder what if I hadn’t gone to school that day, or what if I had been there to save her. What if I was a better friend to everyone around me? I wish I could change the past, but I can’t and I regret it every day. All the same, I do not regret it every day. My mind is split between the good and the bad my choices have brought me and I wish that was not the case. I decided to write down my time with you, our time together, figuring out what the hell I wanted my life to be and how it possibly got this fucked. This is a telling of my past and my choices. Of how I met you. Of how I lost my closest friend. Of how these choices led me to write this. How they lead me here. This is the end of all of my major What If’s…

~Sincerely, Krystal Caliente

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Deer Caught in my Headlights Prologue (Della's Memory)

Rey De Desarmonia. King of Disharmony. 

He stood out the moment I saw him on that bus. I first saw Rey in sixth grade. With his bleached white hair and abnormally pale skin, he swore in Spanish like it was his native language as he laughed and yelled with his friends on the back of the bus. I would sit a few seats away, never knowing how to talk to him. By the time I finally got the courage it was a year later and he no longer occupied the back seats of that bus.

It was two more years before I saw him again in High School. It was coincidental, I had bumped into him in the hallway and as I looked to try and apologize I saw it was him. The same bleached white hair now had these red streaks throughout it. A spiked choker with a single circular loop in the center hung from his neck and his hair which had soft waves was pulled and clipped on one side to show off a multitude of piercings lining his ear. Rey De Desarmonia. He stood out in this crowd of people who could all be related with blonde hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. His green eyes shone like emeralds, then he glared and they turned into the forest.

“I’m sorry- umm what’s your… name?” The glare vanished but he just hefted his bag onto his shoulder before speaking.

“Not important to you, freshie.” That accent was just as thick as I remembered and he vanished down the halls. I stared after him like an idiot until I heard the bell ring and the sound of doors closing. I was now late to class and probably hated by this gorgeous man…. Who just assumed I was a freshman because of my height.

I saw him again in the halls a few more times, and not yet had I learned his name. So I joined yearbook club. My parents had been telling me to get involved with school activities and while I didn’t particularly care for any I did care about learning his name. The yearbook club was full of scorned populars and nerds. All types of people who just wanted to get even with their enemies the easiest way possible. By messing up their yearbook page. All seniors had a dedicated page to themselves so while I couldn’t find him that way, I did find him under the group of photos for the juniors and some various school events.

“Rey De Desarmonia.” I whispered it like a prayer as I stared at a photo of him, taken during the school talent show. He was a singer, a glorious one. A junior, which meant I’d see him for a year and a half before he vanished from my life again. So I became a bit of a stalker to the chagrin of my friend and sister.

“Della, I swear you have to drop this crush thing on Rey.” During my sophomore year, my only friend and sister cornered me. Schummer, my sister, sat down beside me with a frown on her face. She rarely acknowledged my presence during school so she must be really annoyed with me.  I just rolled my eyes even as Aeden, my friend, started to speak as well.

“You know I hate agreeing with her, but she has a point. Rey is a senior, he’s going to some fancy music school-” I cut him off as I pulled out my laptop, intent on using this time to do something better than just talking to people and trying to ignore the blurs and odd shapes that would appear in the corner of my vision.

“He’s actually studying to get a degree in History with a minor in Music at Wynters U.” They both stared at me as if I hadn’t realized how stalkery it sounded for me to say that. Except I did know and I did not care, I had my limits and as long as I did not directly bother Ray I considered I was keeping a respectable distance… right? As I opened up my laptop, Aeden closed it before looking me in the eyes and speaking.

“Mendel. Either way, what are you going to do for the next two years while he is gone?” I shrugged and looked towards the cafeteria entrance to see Rey enter with his arm around his own best friend, Alana Lowell. She was mute with long dark purple hair and signing to him about some party or other. Party? I only knew a few words in sign language, learning it from my sister since I took Spanish as my foreign language for the last 3 years.

“Oooh, that reminds me! I know the perfect way to get rid of your hard-on for Rey.” I ignored the blush growing on my face as I looked away from her and toward Rey who was still smiling while talking about something. He had such a gorgeous smile…

“I don’t have a-” I didn’t even get to finish before she started to talk again.

“Alana’s girlfriend is throwing a party and I know Rey is going to be there, he’s such a party animal- Anyway she said I could bring whoever I wanted so… Wanna go to a senior party dear brother~” A party? That Rey would be at? I looked back to the entrance to watch Rey laugh as Alana’s girlfriend came and said some funny joke or other. Did I want to interact with this perfect person? Or did I want to stay acting like some creepy stalker until he vanished from my radar?... I already knew my answer.

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